Two buddies start out on a camping/ski trip that turns into one of the hottest sex trips ever captured on film. Bart and Bill are horny young studs who know just what to do to turn each other on - and they've both got the equipment to do the job right! When they get it on in the great outdoors, they give new meaning to the word "SNOWBALL!"

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An excellent summary from Madd Coww: The plot is basically this: two lovers (but they seem more like exceptionally affectionate sisters to me) played by Dave Daniels and Michael Heath are out at a ski resort watching a ski-jump competition (there's several minutes of legit ski-jump footage to start the film, to set the scene and to get the redeeming social value out of the way). Dave and Michael are both mustached and blond, and seem genetically related (by more than the Q chromosome).

The initial expository scene has the most entertaining score I've ever heard in a fuck film (rivaled only by Centurians of Rome which stole the Flash Gordon score). The initial scene has Dave and Michael (aka BF Bob) watching the ski competition to the strains of "I Get Around" by the Beach Boys. During this part, the blond boys exchange meaningful glances with fellow ski buff and snow-bunny Clay Russell.

Then Dave and Michael return to their ski chalet and defrost by removing all their clothes, which I guess is an extension of the frostbite remedy which involves rubbing snow on it. Their bedroom encounter is no less remarkable for the bed linens: the dark blue sheets with white floral print proves this is not just the usual Motel 6. The score is playing "Only Women Bleed" by the Stones, though I've yet to make the connection.

And then the next day as the duo are out in the snow (don't see either of them actually wearing skis), they come across Clay Russell and ultimately they end up in the chalet with Clay. In a 3-way. Presumably having group defrost. Again, much remarkable interior decor. A easy chair with orange and green throw pillows. A daisy chain on a gold shag carpet. And cocksucking to David Bowie singing "Young Americans." What does it all mean? When they get around to fucking (Dave Daniels), Bowie is singing "Nothing's Gonna Change My World."

And the next day, they are out in the snow, again not skiing, when there's an avalanche. Dave is the least-buried in snow, and in searching for his fuck buddies, he find's his BF's scarf. Either a keepsake to remember BF Bob by, or perhaps something for the St. Bernard dog to sniff when the rescue team arrives. Dave finds Clay, who was not too snow-covered. And then help arrives in the form of a furry skiier, namely Kurt Williams. And yes, Kurt is actually wearing skis.

Cut to shot of Dave frantically dashing about the frozen tundra, looking for lost BF Bob:

Dave: (cupped hands to mouth) BOB!!!!

From below the snow (presumably) we hear a faint, weak voice.

Bob: yeh . . . .

Clay staggers onto the scene, staggering because he's just survived an avalanche. Dave grabs Clay for a moment, they exchange a meaningful glance, and then Dave dashes down the snowy slope and digs Bob out of the snow (faster than you can fix a frozen margarita). They have a tearful reunion.

Cut back to the chalet, where Clay is saying goodbye to Kurt Williams, offering thanks again. Kurt leaves. BF Bob says he's hungry, and so Dave dashes into the kitchen to fix up something. Before the oven is even preheated, out in the tastefully designed living area, Clay and BF Bob are already nekkid and overheated. Dave loses the apron and joins in, and then the doorbell rings. Kurt forgot his glasses. Rather than having a fourway in the doorway, they invite Kurt in.

Kurt is supposedly "straight." The other three are totally naked. They ask him to stay for dinner. So while naked Dave finishes cooking dinner in the kitchen, fully clothed Kurt (still wearing his stocking cap and ski jacket and boots) sits in the living room with naked Clay and naked BF Bob, enduring an awkward moment of silence. Heartbeat sounding on the soundtrack. The suspense builds. Finally naked Clay gets up and decides to take matters in hand and starts rubbing Kurt's crotch through his jeans. And that's just the beginning. Before long, all four are rolling around on the gold shag, having gotten Kurt out of his ski outfit. All of this accomplished to the strains of psychedelic hit tunes.

There are no artsy lighting effects, and the sex is well-lighted and goes on for an appropriate amount of time.

There are only three actual sex scenes, which would take up about half of this film's running time. The rest of the running time is devoted to plot, atmosphere, ski fashions, interior decor, special effects and remarkable acting.

I fear that modern audiences have unfortunately rejected gay porn stars who "sound gay." This feature film was made in the age of loops, so when the three scenes were cut into 8mm pieces, there'd be no problem as to how anyone sounded. (Shades of The Artist) But the feature was made with sound. I don't want to be unkind, but BF Bob sounds gay. Excessively so. But maybe he was just "playing gay." Let me give him the benefit of the doubt. If so, he was undeniably convincing. The other three do fine with their own voices.

But all of them were just fine with the acting and line-reading--remarkably so. There's only so much you can do with a shoestring-budget film that has an avalanche in it--to be convincing as a survivor.

Kurt Williams was terrific. Aside from being one of the hottest things from the mid-seventies, he also had or was able to affect a totally-convincing "straight" voice. But his one scene here, before they got into the orgy, is remarkable. The scenario was "straight" guy who was actually gay, bi or curious, being presented with an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity. His initial reaction is not belligerence. He sits there, fully clothed, with two nude gay guys sitting beside him. Clay starts rubbing his crotch. Then sucking his dick. He does not carry on as though someone pushed his passion button and he made an instant transformation. For a minute or two, he is a not-unwilling participant (still mostly clothed) in something new but not repellent. They eventually undress him, and he doesn't resist, but hangs his head or hides his face with his forearm. But before long, he warms up to the action and gives a totally versatile performance.

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Zephyr: These are the songs I could identify in order: I Get Around (Beach Boys), Only Women Bleed (Alice Cooper), Young Americans (David Bowie), Across the Universe (Bowie again), Speak to Me - Breathe - On The Run - Time (all Pink Floyd), Silver Threads & Golden Needles (unknown singer), Beach Boys again as the coda.