Hello, I've returned from the live webcam show with Brent, and let me tell you something: it was hot. Brent appeared in a black tank top with a small bandage on his face. I did ask, but I'm not sure what his response was because then he started cutting out and...what? Yeah, he totes started cutting out again. But I've realized something: he is just too likable for me to care. From what I can gather, all of us care enough to be there because we love Brent, so no one gets too upset when things go awry. Also, we kind of half expect it by now. Brent, though, felt so bad he promised us all a surprise for dealing with so many tanked chat efforts. Can you believe that? I actually left that chat happy and he didn't so much as take his cock out for us. But I got to see him smile and hear his laugh again and watch him curse out his computer for malfunctioning, hell, that's a good time. What a stand up guy.
Alright, I've settled in with a massive Britney Spears playlist (which is actually a bit of a distraction because I'm enjoying it so much. You try concentrating on anything while the video for Lucky plays in the background. Impossible). Cutting this review in half was in hindsight pretty tough, because as gung-ho as I was last night, I'm now in a rush to move on to the next film, my mind is moving ahead. Just for future reference, this film was alright to review from beginning to end because Brent is a major feature in it, and it's only two hours long. But others that run for 3.5 hours and only feature Brent in one scene won't be as widely covered. I can't imagine anyone having a problem with this.
We left off with Brent and "Tom Daly" doing some impressive underwater blowjobbery in the pool. The following scene left much to be desired, but I will say this about it: I didn't dislike it because it was bad, these particular guys just weren't my type. They're a lot more rugged, I guess, than what I usually think is hot. Short hair doesn't generally do it for me, either. However. These two dudes are very eager, and I don't care if you're a butterface, if you're into what you're doing in porn, I give you a pat on the back, sir. The highlights for me here were the intense ass licking and ball sucking (so rare) that took place. I realized the further I got into this scene, the less I cared about their looks. They both have very well taken care of packages, with nice color, too. Yes, I am a big fan of a pretty pink hairless ball sack. It is what it is.
There is actually only one scene left separating the final pool scenes between Brent and Donny (Tom Daly), which in fact has really been one long scene cut into fragments and spread throughout the film. This one non-Brent scene left in the film actually turned me off to a point I felt nauseous looking at one of them, so I'm not even going to review it. Now you see just how picky I am with my men in porn. But in my defense, this was a first. I've watched thousands of scenes with all sorts of different types of men doing different things to each other, and never has someone's package turned me off this much. I don't really want to think about it anymore actually.
So, Brent! What a talented little Canadian. Back at the pool him and Donny are now getting very hot. While Donny is in the pool, Brent squats over him and pokes his cock into Donny's mouth that way, over and over again. I find it hard to squat over a toilet without falling over. Massive talent, Brent Everett is full of it. And if you even need further proof here it is: Brent stands on tip toe to fuck him. I think you can see every muscle in his body flexed and going to work while fucking. It is a very special moment in porn. It's worth the wait, worth anything I disliked in the film. If you want my recommendation here it finally is: Buy this one. Eventually the two men move into missionary position and Donny brings himself to orgasm by self manipulation (I'm going to work on my phrasing, that doesn't sound sexy at all), but it's tough paying attention to anyone else here what with Brent making the faces he makes when he's close to climax. That just put me in my happy place. I'm in a zone and I need a moment.
Rating: B-
Next up: Brent Everett's Wantin' More
Ciao! And thanks again.
Showing posts with label wetter than ever. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
#1: Wetter Than Ever
Wetter Than Ever (2010)
Happy Olympics! Yes, this is relevant. The official title on c1r for this film is Brent Everett Is Wetter Than Ever, but do not assume Brent directed this one. I assumed it, because his name is in the title, and, well, not to compare so early in the game or anything but any video Brent Corrigan has released which begins with his name in the title (i.e. Brent Corrigan's Heat, Brent Corrigan's Big Easy) has been directed by him. Who cares, what's the big deal, you ask? It makes a world of a difference if you actually care about what you're watching. It is very uncomfortable sitting through a scene with an actor who clearly isn't enjoying himself, or who is just out of their league in whatever it is they're being directed to do. That's not to say tons of great porn hasn't been directed by great non-acting directors, but there's nothing quite like watching an actor's own creation. Because that's really when they're happiest and most comfortable, and there's nothing hotter than that at all.
But alas, directing alone is very tough, and combined with acting just makes for a really trying experience. I get it. John Cameron Mitchell described his experience in directing Hedwig, "very little fun." So I can only assume (note: I don't actually know anything) this is a reason Brent doesn't do more directing. But I digress.
First thing's first, there is no dialogue in this film. I repeat: NO DIALOGUE. I usually don't like this, but tonight I was really into my music and welcomed the chance to continue rocking my 90s grunge playlist. There are a LOT of actors in this film so bear with me, I can't name them all. The opening scene is pretty simple, Brent is chillin' in a pool being hot. That's it for this scene, really. He gets up a bit and runs his hands down his impeccable body, then smiles. Cut to next scene. I, by the way, am not complaining. Hit the audience with some Brent first off. Even if he isn't jerking off or throwing his cock into some guy. His name is in the title. I hate when I invest in an entire film (and I'm sure I don't even NEED to tell you people that that shit aint cheap) because an actor I love is plastered all over it, then ends up being in one scene at the end. Frustrating. So the first scene is wonderful, any Brent is good Brent.
Now, the next scene threw me off a bit. Two guys in what appears to be a desert, one with a turban around his head. Alright, I'll take it. These guys end up doing a lot, it's a long detailed scene, for sure. I do like that there's real kissing, passionate kissing, and they are trying to look very into each other, but it kind of ends there for me. I'm not buying their chemistry. I can't say I dislike it, I guess I'm just on the fence here. Oh, and at the end they both end up shooting their loads into...a big rusty bucket. Yeah I don't...I don't even know. Most of their fucking happened over this bucket actually. There's water in it and the bottom gets his head shoved in there a few times while getting fucked, that's already too aggressive for me.
Did you all know Brent Everett can swim, like, really well? He totally can. Next little intermission has him swimming toward the camera in an underwater shoot. I am now certain there is nothing this man can't do, and can only assume he just missed the Olympic tryouts for the national Canadian swim team due to, um, some minor injury. Maybe in four years he'll try again.
Scene three is heavily influenced by the popularity of Brokeback Mountain. Call it a hunch. Scene opens with two cowboys, arms over each other's shoulders, gazing over a lake. They kiss, then take it inside to a bedroom in what appears to be a cabin. Once they start going at it on the bed you see one of the men appears to be a wealthy business man type (albeit from the 1800s) while the other guy plays the forbidden stable boy. Both are blonde, both are very fucking cute, to be honest. One complaint: stable boy needs to trim his bush...but I suppose that's not very stable boy-like, is it? After a little suckage they lay down side by side and begin to stroke one another off. Then back to sucking. This is fucking hot, they seem really into each other and the story-line is great for having no dialogue. Stable boy porn ALWAYS gets me (I'm serious. There's a demand). Wow, 10 minutes later and these guys are still going down on each other, cocks hard as can be. You kind of have to be dead in the loins not to enjoy this scene. Or straight, whatever. So check this out, the kept boy gets fucked, obviously, and afterward gives the business man a bath! In a tub! ALL my fantasies come alive in this scene. Aw, and then he sort of kisses him to sleep whilst holding his head up in the tub. Oh my god. Take this scene to the bank. Axel Garett and Lane Fuller, look they even get names.
I needed a minute after that, I actually missed the first part of the next Brent scene. That's how you know it was good, if I put Brent off for a bit. Was a little flustered but I'm back. So here we finally see Brent in his first real scene with someone whom I can only describe as a Tom Daly look-alike. So I'm sitting here thinking, "Wow who is this Tom Daly dude?" until I realize it's Donny Wright who I follow on twitter, he's that good. You can't just follow any person who claims to be a porn star on twitter, then your feed would be an endless stream of, you know, retweets of self-appraisal and names ending in XXX. Twitter. Where anyone can be a porn star. Anyway, Donny is quite good! So this is a short teaser scene again, we don't get the real deal quite just yet. However it doesn't really matter, because the film is great so far. I'm not in any rush to get through some boring scenes with ugly people to finally get to the star of the show. I've been through that plenty of times. This is what good directing is for.
I kid you not, this next scene involves two guys, one who looks like Brent Corrigan circa ILLEGAL days, and the other of whom looks just like Pauly D. Pauly D guy has a star tattoo and as a rule I shut off scenes when I see a star tattoo unless it's attached to Brent Corrigan's ass. The other guy isn't so much young looking, but his hair is spikey and he's wearing a goofy necklace. Ya, that's very young Corrigan-esque. Think hard, you can find that image in the recesses of your memory. I tried to bury it myself but it exists. Wait, are his tips frosted??..Okay. I can't say much for the sex here. I didn't like how the Pauly D guy came at all, just generally unremarkable and boring but worst of all, Frosted Flakes didn't even finish. You have to finish. You HAVE to. I really don't care if you're a janitor hired to mop up the jizz after a scene, if you're there you make it your duty to come. So that was underwhelming.
Next up is a continuation of Brent and Donny/Tom Daly. The main thing in this clip is how they take turns sucking each other off under water. How is that not an Olympic competition? This is amazing, the camera moves down with them and everything. And then at one point Brent grabs Donny/Tom's face and brings him down for an underwater kiss. They don't flinch, choke, or drown. I told you, Brent is an Olympian. The TALENT, friends. It is immeasurable.
Happy Olympics! Yes, this is relevant. The official title on c1r for this film is Brent Everett Is Wetter Than Ever, but do not assume Brent directed this one. I assumed it, because his name is in the title, and, well, not to compare so early in the game or anything but any video Brent Corrigan has released which begins with his name in the title (i.e. Brent Corrigan's Heat, Brent Corrigan's Big Easy) has been directed by him. Who cares, what's the big deal, you ask? It makes a world of a difference if you actually care about what you're watching. It is very uncomfortable sitting through a scene with an actor who clearly isn't enjoying himself, or who is just out of their league in whatever it is they're being directed to do. That's not to say tons of great porn hasn't been directed by great non-acting directors, but there's nothing quite like watching an actor's own creation. Because that's really when they're happiest and most comfortable, and there's nothing hotter than that at all.
But alas, directing alone is very tough, and combined with acting just makes for a really trying experience. I get it. John Cameron Mitchell described his experience in directing Hedwig, "very little fun." So I can only assume (note: I don't actually know anything) this is a reason Brent doesn't do more directing. But I digress.
First thing's first, there is no dialogue in this film. I repeat: NO DIALOGUE. I usually don't like this, but tonight I was really into my music and welcomed the chance to continue rocking my 90s grunge playlist. There are a LOT of actors in this film so bear with me, I can't name them all. The opening scene is pretty simple, Brent is chillin' in a pool being hot. That's it for this scene, really. He gets up a bit and runs his hands down his impeccable body, then smiles. Cut to next scene. I, by the way, am not complaining. Hit the audience with some Brent first off. Even if he isn't jerking off or throwing his cock into some guy. His name is in the title. I hate when I invest in an entire film (and I'm sure I don't even NEED to tell you people that that shit aint cheap) because an actor I love is plastered all over it, then ends up being in one scene at the end. Frustrating. So the first scene is wonderful, any Brent is good Brent.
Now, the next scene threw me off a bit. Two guys in what appears to be a desert, one with a turban around his head. Alright, I'll take it. These guys end up doing a lot, it's a long detailed scene, for sure. I do like that there's real kissing, passionate kissing, and they are trying to look very into each other, but it kind of ends there for me. I'm not buying their chemistry. I can't say I dislike it, I guess I'm just on the fence here. Oh, and at the end they both end up shooting their loads into...a big rusty bucket. Yeah I don't...I don't even know. Most of their fucking happened over this bucket actually. There's water in it and the bottom gets his head shoved in there a few times while getting fucked, that's already too aggressive for me.
Did you all know Brent Everett can swim, like, really well? He totally can. Next little intermission has him swimming toward the camera in an underwater shoot. I am now certain there is nothing this man can't do, and can only assume he just missed the Olympic tryouts for the national Canadian swim team due to, um, some minor injury. Maybe in four years he'll try again.
Scene three is heavily influenced by the popularity of Brokeback Mountain. Call it a hunch. Scene opens with two cowboys, arms over each other's shoulders, gazing over a lake. They kiss, then take it inside to a bedroom in what appears to be a cabin. Once they start going at it on the bed you see one of the men appears to be a wealthy business man type (albeit from the 1800s) while the other guy plays the forbidden stable boy. Both are blonde, both are very fucking cute, to be honest. One complaint: stable boy needs to trim his bush...but I suppose that's not very stable boy-like, is it? After a little suckage they lay down side by side and begin to stroke one another off. Then back to sucking. This is fucking hot, they seem really into each other and the story-line is great for having no dialogue. Stable boy porn ALWAYS gets me (I'm serious. There's a demand). Wow, 10 minutes later and these guys are still going down on each other, cocks hard as can be. You kind of have to be dead in the loins not to enjoy this scene. Or straight, whatever. So check this out, the kept boy gets fucked, obviously, and afterward gives the business man a bath! In a tub! ALL my fantasies come alive in this scene. Aw, and then he sort of kisses him to sleep whilst holding his head up in the tub. Oh my god. Take this scene to the bank. Axel Garett and Lane Fuller, look they even get names.
I needed a minute after that, I actually missed the first part of the next Brent scene. That's how you know it was good, if I put Brent off for a bit. Was a little flustered but I'm back. So here we finally see Brent in his first real scene with someone whom I can only describe as a Tom Daly look-alike. So I'm sitting here thinking, "Wow who is this Tom Daly dude?" until I realize it's Donny Wright who I follow on twitter, he's that good. You can't just follow any person who claims to be a porn star on twitter, then your feed would be an endless stream of, you know, retweets of self-appraisal and names ending in XXX. Twitter. Where anyone can be a porn star. Anyway, Donny is quite good! So this is a short teaser scene again, we don't get the real deal quite just yet. However it doesn't really matter, because the film is great so far. I'm not in any rush to get through some boring scenes with ugly people to finally get to the star of the show. I've been through that plenty of times. This is what good directing is for.
I kid you not, this next scene involves two guys, one who looks like Brent Corrigan circa ILLEGAL days, and the other of whom looks just like Pauly D. Pauly D guy has a star tattoo and as a rule I shut off scenes when I see a star tattoo unless it's attached to Brent Corrigan's ass. The other guy isn't so much young looking, but his hair is spikey and he's wearing a goofy necklace. Ya, that's very young Corrigan-esque. Think hard, you can find that image in the recesses of your memory. I tried to bury it myself but it exists. Wait, are his tips frosted??..Okay. I can't say much for the sex here. I didn't like how the Pauly D guy came at all, just generally unremarkable and boring but worst of all, Frosted Flakes didn't even finish. You have to finish. You HAVE to. I really don't care if you're a janitor hired to mop up the jizz after a scene, if you're there you make it your duty to come. So that was underwhelming.
Next up is a continuation of Brent and Donny/Tom Daly. The main thing in this clip is how they take turns sucking each other off under water. How is that not an Olympic competition? This is amazing, the camera moves down with them and everything. And then at one point Brent grabs Donny/Tom's face and brings him down for an underwater kiss. They don't flinch, choke, or drown. I told you, Brent is an Olympian. The TALENT, friends. It is immeasurable.
Believe it or not that only covered half of the film. One hour. I'm so much happier freely writing as much as I want as opposed to being limited by twitter. I'm enjoying this very much, I can't even tell you how much. I won't rate it yet, but part 2 of WTE (yeah, I went there) is coming up. Stay tuned, and goodnight.
Monday, August 6, 2012
We Look the same. We Talk the same. We even fuck the same.
Welcome everyone, to what feels like my life long work here in a blog. In actuality I only started working on this about 8 hours ago, but it was long and frustrating, for a person who merely knows simple html at best. At any rate, you're here and reading which means you followed a link, which most importantly means you listened to me and are here to listen to more. Thank you, sincerely, thank you. As cleaned up and polished as I attempt to make my reviews sound, they really are just opinions. This is no time to list a bunch of thank yous (I'll save that for my grand finale, the day I actually get through all of Brent's films...which will totally happen), but my dear close friend and confidant Andrea, who watches most if not all of my porn with me, has taught me just how subjective all reviewing of any art-form really is. After watching anything that's left me with a strong impression, be it good or bad, I ask her what she thinks. Without fail it is always the opposite reaction from mine. "Wait, you LIKED that? Oh god, I thought it was awful," and then I go back for a re-watch, trying to see if there was something in it I missed. And then I review.
I guess you could call this welcome post a disclaimer of sorts. Some of my reviews have not been received well on twitter. I am convinced every single cockyboy model sort of wishes I wasn't alive, and that's alright, I can handle that. But now I'm going to, for the first time ever, be writing negative criticism on Brent Everett's work? How can I get through that? But it is inevitable. One day I'm going to have to write reviews on his Cobra video work (ouch). But this is my point: I am just a person behind a laptop with an opinion. I'm not a critic, I'm not in the porn industry, I'm not even a writer. So please, take this blog for what it is, everyone, simple entertainment.
So what should you expect in the days/weeks/months to come? You know, I don't really know what this will expand into. The site will always remain a simple layout, I know that much. I'm not a web developer and being a fancy fan-site isn't my goal. This will also be very text heavy. If you want hot pics and video of Brent I can hook you up with the right links (can I ever), but it won't be here. I do know I aim to review every one of Brent Everett's films, along with that I want to have a complete filmography posted here as well. He's apparently made over 130 appearances on film, and so far I can find about 30-something titles. I have no idea how accurate either of those numbers are. So now you see just how difficult this journey ahead will be! I give myself about a week before I break down and start tweeting Brent himself for help. That poor man. What'd he do to deserve a fan this insane? Be totally amazing, I guess. Sadly he would probably totally help me out, because he's Brent. And this is why my blog is for him and no one else. He is a unique Canadian snowflake, ladies and gentlemen.
Okay! Good enough for an entry post, yeah? My first review will be up in no time, maybe 1am EDT at the latest. Hell I'm watching it right now. Brent Everett Is Wetter Than Ever (omg I have so much to say about this film you have no idea). Stay tuned, and thanks again.
I guess you could call this welcome post a disclaimer of sorts. Some of my reviews have not been received well on twitter. I am convinced every single cockyboy model sort of wishes I wasn't alive, and that's alright, I can handle that. But now I'm going to, for the first time ever, be writing negative criticism on Brent Everett's work? How can I get through that? But it is inevitable. One day I'm going to have to write reviews on his Cobra video work (ouch). But this is my point: I am just a person behind a laptop with an opinion. I'm not a critic, I'm not in the porn industry, I'm not even a writer. So please, take this blog for what it is, everyone, simple entertainment.
So what should you expect in the days/weeks/months to come? You know, I don't really know what this will expand into. The site will always remain a simple layout, I know that much. I'm not a web developer and being a fancy fan-site isn't my goal. This will also be very text heavy. If you want hot pics and video of Brent I can hook you up with the right links (can I ever), but it won't be here. I do know I aim to review every one of Brent Everett's films, along with that I want to have a complete filmography posted here as well. He's apparently made over 130 appearances on film, and so far I can find about 30-something titles. I have no idea how accurate either of those numbers are. So now you see just how difficult this journey ahead will be! I give myself about a week before I break down and start tweeting Brent himself for help. That poor man. What'd he do to deserve a fan this insane? Be totally amazing, I guess. Sadly he would probably totally help me out, because he's Brent. And this is why my blog is for him and no one else. He is a unique Canadian snowflake, ladies and gentlemen.
Okay! Good enough for an entry post, yeah? My first review will be up in no time, maybe 1am EDT at the latest. Hell I'm watching it right now. Brent Everett Is Wetter Than Ever (omg I have so much to say about this film you have no idea). Stay tuned, and thanks again.
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