Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
The first thirty minutes of Sunstroke: Wild in St. Tropez are more travelogue than porn film. That’s a good thing.
Director Csaba Borbely’s film lavishes as much attention on the exotic locations as on the stars and the gambit works. Rather than dressing the movie up as a mainstream, plot-centered film --a device that more often than not fails-- the movie successfully establishes scene and mood (though there is a shaky plot).
Seven friends depart Budapest for St. Tropez to a stunning villa where three swimsuit-wearing hunks await them. The buildup happens slowly, until one can fairly feel the hot seaside air. The travelers bicker over directions; their hosts grill steaks and clean the pool. It’s done with a light touch, but fear not: this is a porn film, and sooner or later, the swimsuits come off and the fucking commences.
Slim, boyish Tim Bresnen catches the eye of one of his hosts, petulantly cleaning the pool, and there are ten minutes detailing their courtship: a hand in hand stroll on the beach, a spin on the water, until finally, they return back home where a threesome by the pool and a duo on the balcony spy the couple making out on the lawn. The sexy sight gets all five men hot and bothered, so they go off for a sail, leaving the couple alone.
This first sex scene is great because it’s a long time coming and because the participants seem to really enjoy it. When the pool boy host finger fucks Bresnen, Bresnen grabs his hand, forcing him deeper in. Both cocks are erect throughout. Behind them, through an open patio door, night descends; it’s an editing gaffe but the passion between the actors is so real, it’s not hard to believe that they’d spend the day fucking.
Remember the men who took a sail to cool down? I expected a five-man pileup on the main deck but was disappointed that they split up-- the original duo from the balcony taking a speedboat, the other three out on a sailboat. On the speedboat, there’s a traditional sex scene with less touching and kissing, but it still delivers thrills (and healthy amounts of cum). Filmed by cameras on the boat and on the water, there are hot close ups and voyeuristic long shots. One complaint: after the couple has finished, they take a shower on deck. While it’s nice to have a denouement, I wished the director had his stars dive into the cool water. I was overheated and would have loved a swim.
The action shifts to the sailboat with the expected threesome-- a disappointment since I hoped for an all-out orgy. But it was nicely done even though threesomes, in life and art, often leave an odd man out. Still, the sun, the sea, the sex: it’s a winning formula.
After an interlude to conclude some plot matters – don’t bother fast forwarding, it’s brief and not unsexy – there’s another threesome that feels tacked on, not that I’m complaining. This scene unfolds at night and instead of at sea, the participants are in the woods. There’s some well-choreographed tag-team fucking and, finally, some rimming (the other scenes were light on tongue action). The movie ends, satisfyingly, with one man’s chest covered in cum and the abrupt, tantalizing promise that the preceedings are "To Be Continued."
Despite poorly translated subtitles and some silly moments (yes, there’s a dance sequence), I can’t wait to see part two (Muscle Beach: Laid in St. Tropez); I’m not quite through with my St. Tropez holiday. Plus, I’m still waiting for that five – or better yet ten – man orgy. Sunstroke
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