|Description||Whoopee! It’s a fabulous day when Bjorn brings out another title, and Dreamers: An Erotic Journey is no exception. Instead of concentrating on specific locations and the guys that populate them (be it Brazil, Australia, Eastern Europe) this time he’s gone all out and gathered a United Nations of studs and shoved them all in one place! Is this a wise move on his part, an evolution, or is he just running out of steam and air miles?
First the bad: Shame about the box cover. My roommate looked at it and said in his best Lily Von Schtupp, “Oh, how ow-din-wy”. I was more shocked to see an old co-worker of mine in this film, who obviously gave up any thoughts of being a serious actor. (He was in one of my ‘art’ films. Do I have a curse on all actors?)
Still, your hottest dreams are about to come true. Bjorn is my second favorite director, surpassed only by Cadinot. Oh, and my cheap half-sister Chi Chi La Rue. Csaba Borbély is up there too.
Dreamers opens as hairyish Duranza dreams that his home has been invaded by Rico and boyish Castaneda. In a moment of dream-reality Duranza wakes and finds they are really there. (Hell, I got so confused.) Instead of grabbing a shotgun and chasing them down the driveway Castaneda’s huge uncut salami fires his loins and all three get down to the serious stuff. As usual, there are multiple orgasms, flip-flopping, multiple fucking and tons of sweat. A fab daisy chain sees Duranza fucking Rico whilst being fucked by Casteneda, and anyone who can take him deserves a medal. As if to acknowledge his bravery (or maybe just to be polite) Casty gives the guys his booty to pump, precariously positioned on a rocking chair. Hell, works for me.
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