With ace direction by Chi Chi LaRue and a phenomenal script by Doug Jeffries, "Wicked" is a gleeful flick, headlined by the awesome powers of Brandon Lee. A true porn superstar, one who handles sex with delicious juice and dialogue with obvious talent, Brandon Lee is ideal as the lead in this pornographic ode to "A Christmas Carol," thankfully minus a cloying Tiny Tim character (no one anywhere near this thing is tiny, natch). For extra measure, the cast has been crammed full of top-flight performers, but Brandon shines above all in a tailor-made vehicle that shows off his incalculable prowess. It's a vanity piece, to be sure, but one clever enough to have the lead play himself with a snarling nasty presence between his dynamic sexual moments. That makes for a very winning twist.
The ever-adorable pouty-lipped Brent Everett is a mechanic who sits at his desk and immediately pops a boner. It's a big one, too, barely contained in his jeans. Somehow, it looks doubly big when he releases it, and Brent gets a good chance to play with it as his pulls up his shirt and shows off his chiseled chest. Fellow grease monkey Jan Fischer shows up, a bit scruffy and a lot handsome. Jan's blowjob is a deep one, chugging down every inch of Brent's cock. He has an ingratiating teasing time by licking all the way up Brent's cock to the owner's face and back down again. He whips out many tricks in his stellar sucking. Brent starts his oral work with Jan's ass, a rounded piece with an inviting hole that Brent licks with urgency. Brent gives Jan a great blowjob on his side, managing to steal some very sexy looks when he bats his pretty eyes upwards. Balancing everything out, Jan rims Brent's ass, but it's Brent who fucks. His first thrust in is effortless, setting the tone for an almost liquid fuck that comes alternately from his strong abs and grinding hips. Jan stands up for part two, riding backwards as Brent glides in and out of his ass. Brent is one awfully determined top, and his massive load coats Jan in cum.
The camera pulls back and director Doug Jeffries congratulates the boys on a scene well done. Yup, though standing alone the previous scene is a humdinger, it's also an entryway into the plot of a video being shot. Just then, temperamental star Brandon Lee gusts in and berates Doug for not using him in this scene. But, since Brandon is only a top, what could they do with him? Brandon is not happy. With ominous music (composed by Mr. Brandon Lee himself), the credits roll, showing Brandon's actual video history. Forget the exciting feat of being Asian-American in an industry with few others, he's simply had an astoundingly long career for any porn star, and the displayed titles are a proud lot.
Tag Adams and Tommy Ritter are dressed as cowboys on another set. They can't wait to start, but imperious Brandon, tightly packed into a smooth muscled body and covered with interesting tattoos, bellows upon entrance. "Don't you know who I am? Around here, everyone kisses my ass!" Brandon roars, deciding that Tag is going to do it literally. "Let's go, get in there! Come on, roll film!" Brandon spits out as a smiling Tag goes in for a rimming on a scrumptious unbeatable ass. Long-faced Tommy eyes the action jealously as Tag churns out one of his unstoppably energetic lickings. His head snaps all over the place as he douses the hole in his saliva. In the midst of Tag giving a gagging deep-throat, Tommy is called into action and shares possession of Brandon's cock with Tag. They are two greedy suckers, but Brandon is in control and decides who gets it and when. Director Chi Chi LaRue, who can always be counted on to present smashing displays of ass-munching, stacks Tag atop Tommy and lets Brandon loose on their asses. With animal desire, he bounces back and forth with a hardworking tongue. Tag sits on Brandon's face for some solo time and sucks statuesque Tommy while he's getting it. Then Tag goes back to a demanding blowjob on Brandon, but it's soon enough time for Brandon to unleash his topping power on Tag. Brandon looks almost casual as he goes along with great power, the fuck emanating so masterfully from below the pecs and above the knees. Tag manages to keep Tommy's cock fully down his throat the whole time. Brandon makes sure his dick plunges deep into Tag, turning from angry to cooing as he tells Tag to suck Tommy while he fucks him mightily. Tag then seats himself on Tommy so the latter can thrust up into him. His long legs are strong enough to keep his butt in the air as Tag rides him to the balls. Keeping the star happy, Tag sucks Brandon once again in a great match-up of cock and mouth. Brandon takes two facial shots from his co-stars and then pops out one of his own. "God damn it, Doug, this is the last time I let anyone cum on my face," Brandon rails as he darts from the set.
Brandon tears off to his dressing room where he stews until the ghostly specter of "The Ghost of Porn Past" arrives in the ageless form of Kurt Young. Brandon is convinced everyone loves him, but Kurt shows him otherwise. "He was such an asshole ... He's the reason I left the industry," Eddie Stone tells Jason Hawke, who says that Brandon ruined both a scene and a relationship of his. As Brandon watches, Eddie and Jason have some cheer-up sex. Dashing Eddie lovingly macks buff immaculate Jason with lots of sweet nuzzling and touching. He then dives down to hoover in Eddie's cock. Jason rims Eddie, whose legs are up in the air and thrown back comfortably. Jason's tad of chin hair must be a nice tickle on Eddie's bum. Overflowing in muscle, Jason has Eddie gorge himself on his uncut dick, down to the pubes and paying particular attention to the foreskin. In a stunning moment, Eddie even takes in the balls, too! This sweet scene (in contrast to Brandon's in-character anger) then finds Eddie using his entire face to lick around Jason's bulbous butt. With those legs back up and behind, Eddie takes a pro fuck from Jason, who works him over with good speed. Jason doesn't seem to need a rest, pumping heartily as he does at Eddie, whose velvety ass takes it all. Eddie rolls a condom down Jason's dick (without looking, mind you) and scoots his ass down on it. His ride has the same feisty speed as Jason's topping, so the energy level remains high. Locked in kisses, Eddie jacks off Jason to the white dots and then Jason does the same for him.
"If you don't stop making people miserable, you will never be happy. Ever!" Kurt tells Brandon, whose only reaction to the previous scene is to call the lovers "assholes." Kurt also mentions that another ghost will show up, and it does in the hacking form of Chi Chi herself (maneuvering through heaps of smoke). Decked out in her Sunday best, Chi Chi tells a puzzled Brandon about how she died (midgets and curling irons are involved), and how she's now "The Ghost of Porn Present." As her ego rose, her films declined in quality (not buying it, Brandon gushes about Chi Chi, the "orchestrator of orgies." "I know," replies the grinning glamazon), a lesson she hopes to impart to Brandon. Chi Chi decides to show Brandon how good life can be when everyone gets along.
So, the next scene starts with delightful inked stud muffin Johnny Hazzard having his body licked and worshipped by the beautiful big-chested brunet Joey Milano. Joey continues the story's line of impossibly precise deep-throats as gorgeous hairy-chested Luca DiCorso looks on with sexy eyes. Appreciating Joey's dedicated slurpy blowjob keeps Luca nice and hard. Luca finally joins by licking Joey's ass while the latter continues his blowjob. The scene is directed very differently from the first three-way, where Brandon was clearly showing off as the star. Here, all three guys are intent on pleasing each other with no one dominating (though Joey's wowing talent almost steals the scene). Luca enjoys Joey's ass so much he licks the taste off his fingers. After Johnny is double-teamed by Luca and Joey, the moaning monster of sucking that is Joey moves onto pleasing Luca. But, he can't stay away from Johnny's dick for long, going back and forth between the guys. Johnny gets to fuck Joey with lots of gusto, almost keeping his bottom from continuing his blowjob of Luca. Joey's ass has just the right tightness to keep Johnny working hard. Further proving the value of teamwork, Luca fucks Joey next, slamming away at a very contented bottom. Into Luca slides Johnny, and now Luca takes over the scene as a back-and-forth machine of versatility. Lucky Joey plays cum receptacle for a very sizeable load from Johnny and an equally potent one from Luca before he finishes himself.
"That was amazing…I wish I could have been in that scene," a contrary Brandon says as Chi Chi disappears. Brandon is suddenly back in his dressing room as Q-Tip blond P.A. Rod Barry comes in, hassled because the bottom for the upcoming scene has cancelled and there are only a few hours left for them to finish the movie. Brandon thinks hard for a few moments and then appears on the set, wearing only a towel. "I'll do it," he tells Doug, who doesn't believe him at first. "I want to make this work for everybody," Brandon adds, and Doug starts the scene.
Now, could it be that Brandon agreed to do the scene because it meant working with the awesome Shane Rollins? It's a very possible factor. Brandon approaches the scene with a very different attitude, smiling and kissing Shane in a slow-paced opening. It's Brandon who grabs for Shane, as opposed to waiting for co-stars to grab at him. Brandon's new attitude is rewarded with a great blowjob from Shane, who does all he can to conquer Brandon's fat-headed dick. Giving it a generous amount of saliva, Shane gives a full-bodied sucking as Brandon licks his fingers and rather tenderly fingers Shane's ass. Brandon then goes to rim it, and I'm afraid there is just no way to have someone who seems to enjoy eating ass as much as Brandon does it with anything but feisty gusto. It's okay to break mood at a time like this. With Shane beginning to poke around at Brandon's ass, we're about to hit a climax anyway. But, things aren't so simple. The scene doesn't race off to Brandon's big bottoming moment. Instead, the two kiss and touch again before Brandon goes down on Shane, providing the flick with one last superstar special of a blowjob, complete with the best usage of hand-jobbing yet seen. The big moment is further postponed when Shane retreats to Brandon's ass for a really wet rimming. Watch as he drizzles a boatload of spit into the hole and then blows on it before licking it up. The heat rises when Shane starts to finger Brandon, first with one finger, then with two. Only then is it time for Shane to carefully slide his dick into a furiously jacking Brandon. Shane isn't one to waste a second, so he immediately tears off, even pulling out and shoving back in as Brandon roars. Shane's long dick is buried deep in Brandon, removed only with top speed and put back in with strong thrusts. Brandon remains so focused the whole time, begging for more as Shane dazzles with all sorts of styles. Brandon stands over Shane, who works his way up into Brandon, really fucking the hell out of him. He is an ideal choice ("it's huge," Brandon is heard to bleat at one point) for a top here, because he does not intend to cede the scene just for the sake of it. He works incredibly hard and the two make a wonderful pair. With Shane showing no signs of letting up, Brandon cums and then jacks Shane off before firing another load onto Shane. Well, after all, he is the star!
I couldn't help but adore everything longtime personal favorite Brandon Lee does in "Wicked." It's not every performer who would hop into a picture where he's shown to be a ruthless body of pomposity (though he does repent in time for the finale), even if he's also shown to be a stacked body of impeccable masculinity. Brandon ably rises to the challenges of the story, and, most importantly, the sex. However, the script is careful not to let him own the picture completely. Along the way, this tale allows some of the brightest stars in the field to guest star and challenge him for the pinnacle spot, and man do they work hard! But, as the teaser on the box cover says, Brandon is clearly "a man at the top of his game." Taking set and match with him, he's simply wicked hot stuff.
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; behind-the-scenes footage (everything from dialogue flubs to ghosts and hysterical facial feature montages of Brandon and Chi Chi); safer-sex public service announcement; trailers ("Köllide" and "A Night at Bruno's"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue
The big news about Rascal Video's latest release, Wicked(not to be confused with the hit Broadway musical of the same name), is that it is the film in which veteran top man Brandon Lee finally gives up his ass for the camera. Director Chi Chi LaRue saves this milestone for the final sequence of the two-hour-plus film, but the four sizzling scenes that precede it (and the trim Doug Jeffries script that leads up to it) make for an arousing journey toward the main event.
Even before the title credits roll, that current cutie Brent Everett, garbed as a smudged-up grease monkey, strolls into the back room of an auto mechanics garage, plops himself down and begins to knead the bulge in his dirty jeans. The viewer barely has time to appreciate the contours of his thick dick stretching his tight, white briefs before he has whipped it out, spit-lubed it and attacked it. He is soon joined by another mechanic, that paragon of sexual intensity Jan Fischer, who wastes no time in lending a helping hand and mouth. Fisher's galvanic display of kissing and deep-throating prompts Everett to respond with extensive heavy-duty face-fucking before he reciprocates. In time, each devours the other's rigid cock and inviting hole before they graduate to the fucking.
Everett remains top throughout, executing a highly charged missionary rutting followed by a standing doggie fuck in which Fischer backs onto Everett's protuberant erection to plug into another round of energized drilling. Their pop shots, a series of mini-geysers from each, are nearly simultaneous, and the scene ends with a kiss. The director (Doug Jeffries) calls "Cut!," and we discover that we are on a movie set. But the post-coital glow is soon shattered by Mr. Lee, who storms in to throw a hissy fit that the preceding scene was supposed to be his. The director tries to explain that the scene required a bottom, something that Lee has heretofore refused to be. The star makes a diva-esque exit as the director sighs, telling his assistant (Rod Barry), "Remember how sweet he was back in the beginning?" As a reminder, a montage of box covers from Lee's early days at Catalina provides background for the title credits.
The titles dissolve to a barn set where Tag Adams and Tommy Ritter (both spiffily outfitted in western garb and cowboy hats) await the arrival of the star. Lee enters, disparages the set, demeans his costars and announces, "Around here, everyone kisses my ass, and we'll start with you!" That's when the explicit action begins, with Adams obediently burying his tongue between Lee's cheeks for a picnic of ass-eating. Almost at once shifting into sex-machine mode, Lee then face-fucks both Adams and Ritter and rims them as they sprawl piggyback atop one another. Before the oral action is over, all three have proven themselves terrific sword swallowers.
The sexual heat broils even higher once the anal action starts. All three are incendiary performers, but there is simply no one on the adult scene today who can surpass Adams for sheer sexual combustibility. Lee doggie-fucks him first as he struggles (and finally manages) to deep-throat Ritter; then he rides the supine Ritter while deep-throating Lee. The scene ends with Adams and Ritter pounding their spooge all over the face of the temperamental star -- a finale that outrages Lee, who storms off into his dressing room.
It is there that the script takes a Dickensian turn as he is visited by The Ghost of Porn Past (Kurt Young, looking better than ever), who warns him, "If you don't change your ways, you will be doomed." Dismissing this possibility, Lee replies haughtily, "Everyone loves me." But the Ghost proves him wrong by magically revealing two of his former costars (veterans Eddie Stone and Jason Hawke) bemoaning how much they hated working with him. Soon the two forget their grievances and ease into a standard suck-rim-fuck scene (with Hawke on top). Both are talented sex dogs, but they bring nothing to this vignette that we have not seen them do many times before, and the scene is a sad reminder of the old truism that an adult film star has a shorter shelf life than a tennis pro.
The second specter to visit Lee is The Ghost of Christmas Present (LaRue himself) who attempts to help him see the error of his ways by explaining how everyone has to "work together to get the job done." By way of demonstration, we are whisked onto a dungeon set where three raven-haired hunks (Johnny Hazzard, Joey Milano and Luca DiCorso) gallop through a torrid three-way that is the apex of the film. The sequence starts as DiCorso (an awesomely handsome newcomer) stands in the shadows, watching Milano service Hazzard atop a mattress on the floor. Milano is a cyclone of sexual excess, but the action really explodes when DiCorso eases forward to join them.
The three are perfectly matched. Hazzard runs the show, skillfully putting both the others through their paces. Snarling and growling, choking and gagging, Milano demands DiCorso eat his ass while he himself attacks Hazzard's ever-ready hard-on, again and again stuffing it down into his gullet. Then there is DiCorso. He possesses one of the most lust-filled countenances to grace the adult screen in years, and he makes a dazzling debut, face-fucking Milano double-time, sucking kisses out of his partners, devouring Hazzard's ass, cock and balls, slapping his own cock around as if it were a sparring partner and ultimately serving as the meat in a sandwich, fucking the demanding Milano while Hazzard effortlessly drills him. Finally, both the others deliver strong money shots, but it is DiCorso's trio of airborne jizz arcs that will be remembered.
Back in his dressing room, Lee learns that a bottom for the day's shoot has failed to show and, in an epiphany that reminds one as much of Joan Crawford's self-sacrifice in those wonderful old Warner Brothers weepies as of Scrooge's regeneration, he offers to give up his ass for the good of the show. His partner is that skinhead sex pig, Shane Rollins, and Lee spends a great deal of time selflessly servicing him fore and aft. Once again, he proves himself to be a first-rate oralist, deep-throating and tongue-fucking with equal aplomb, and he provides at least one unique moment (chewing on Rollins's pubic hair) that is indelible. Then he murmurs, "I want you inside me."
After an elaborate rim job to lube him up, Rollins works three fingers into the ever-hard Lee, who moans and strokes himself in anticipation for the moment of truth. Rollins first enters him missionary style, and Lee takes it like a man, barely wincing and soon demanding more and more. The second position, a lap fuck, is even more arousing. As Rollins slices upward with the precision of a surgeon, Lee pounds himself to orgasm while plugged. Afterward, he quickly climbs off to give Rollins a considerate hand-job and to come again as the film fades out on the two ghosts, Young and LaRue, waving their blessings to the reformed man in this hot little fable that will be remembered as much for DiCorso's debut as for Lee's deflowering.
- Jerry Douglas