"Heaven to Hell," director Chi Chi LaRue's heaven-sent surrealistic masterpiece, is just about the hottest thing I've ever seen. Loaded with a variety of super-fine men, LaRue intensifies the sex with lavish sets, costumes and make-up, but not to the point of distraction -- the sex remains the focus throughout this epic. But the artifice is nice to look at, particularly the angel wings.
Brad Patton is an angel, a white-winged one. He is escorted by soldiers to a room of red where it is revealed that he is wounded by an arrow. Josh Weston, a soldier of the underworld, pulls the arrow out and heals the wound with his touch. This act of kindness causes Brad to kiss the man from the underworld. The mood in motion, Josh releases Brad's gigantic prick and gives it a good sucking. Brad's penis is wrist-thick and long as a man's foot. Josh deep-throats it as best he can, and then face-fucks Brad with his pretty pink pecker. They trade rims, Josh really giving Brad's tiny hole a good licking, with Brad doing likewise on Josh's winker. Joe Sport, a mass of muscle, enters and begins to tease Brad's itty-bitty butthole with his big dick, Brad glancing back at the big man with an astonished look. Josh distracts him, though, and Joe slides right in to begin what will be, please forgive me, one helluva fucking. He doggy-fucks Brad from behind as Josh feeds him cock on the other end. It's a beautiful sight. Then Joe places Brad on his back, white wings and all, and pounds the muscular ass even harder than before, Josh holding Brad's legs back to assist (even bending over at one point to suck Brad's super-erect dick as Joe is ravaging his hole). Brad then sits on Josh for a fuck (Brad's back is to Josh), Brad's hard dick twisting and bouncing with every upward thrust from Josh. Lord, have mercy! This de-flowering was scorching.
Meanwhile, back at the Devil's lair, Dean Monroe, with the cutest prosthetic devil horns I've ever seen, demands that his henchmen bring Brad, the now de-flowered and de-feathered angel, to him in Hell. But before that reckoning, the devil wants to suck some dick. Make that dicks. His harem of "hotties": Roman Heart, Tristan Adonis and Colby Taylor, submit to the tempter of mankind by allowing him to deep-throat their long pricks. They enjoy each other's loins as well and wind up fucking the devilish one, Roman hammering into Dean first, then Tristan fucks Roman, and Colby brings up the rear by tapping Dean's ass, too.
Two musclebound soldiers of the underworld, Matthew Rush and Erik Rhodes, trade lusty looks as they await the arrival of the fallen angel. They don't pass the time with a game of chess, however. Erik crouches down to inhale Matthew's thick dong, slobbering over it appropriately, and then Matthew does the same to Erik's long uncut beauty of a dick. Matthew staring at the appendage lovingly. Erik then rims Matthew's spectacular arse. This is not an average ass, mind you, this is a muscle-butt that can only be described as otherworldly, and in the context of this flick, that's an especially admiring remark. At any rate, Erik licks and gnaws at the tight-tight chewy center as Matthew grunts and groans in what sounds like pure, unadulterated bliss. Having prepared the booty, Erik slides his dick in, and Matthew meets the cock with his own motions and demands: "Fuck me! Fuck me!" in a loud growling voice that is somewhat amplified by the echo of the room. His enthusiasm really enhances the proceedings. Matthew then doggy-fucks Erik, his hard thrusts turning Erik's pink buttcheeks red. Matthew cums on Erik's chin, and then Erik returns the favor, squirting his load on the big man's cheek, the cum dripping down his face like salty raindrops.
The finale is a huge orgy with the entire cast. Orgies are exceedingly difficult to describe, but it easy to say this one is signature LaRue: loads of cocksucking, rimming and some excellent the-devil-made-me-do-it fucking at the end. Some highlights: Colby rimming Tristan's furry hole. Roman sucking Kane O'Farrell (a hunky brunet with some of the sultriest eyes on the planet). Dean rimming Tristan, then Kane, then Roman, then Matthew. Brad arrives as a dark angel (his white wings are now black), and every man in the room swallows that incredible cock: Dean, then Matthew, then Roman, then Erik, then Tristan, then Joe, then Colby, then Kane (who frantically deep-throats in a way I found to be priceless) -- everyone is, understandably, in awe of Brad's dick. Kane has already proven himself to be a master cocksucker by handling Brad with aplomb, so he ups the ante and takes Roman and Colby in his mouth at the same time. He's a greedy one. Brad doggy-fucks Josh as Matthew doggy-fucks Erik (Erik and Josh are facing each other as they are being pounded). Man in the middle Josh then sits on Erik's dick as Roman sits on his. They wrap things up by plunging black dildos into Roman and Dean, and then everyone shoots. If there is a Hell, I'm there, and I want it to be just as LaRue has imagined in "Heaven to Hell" -- a supremely satisfying pornographic achievement.
A Video Review by Butch Harris
One of the most beautifully art directed films that was ever done by Chi Chi LaRue, it also definitely has the mark of someone who knows about glamour and fashion -- in other words: A drag queen. It's completely obvious that the hands of LaRue and her entourage of absolutely fabulous creative people -- Bradley Picklesheimer, Mistress Mona, Spike, etc. -- all pitched in to make these attractive angels and dirty devils have some incredibly nasty sex in this Falcon two-disc set.
It's also obvious that since this is LaRue's swan-song for Falcon (as she concentrates more on her own very solid Channel One Releasing line: Rascal Video), the superstar director tried some major innovations with porn and did some things that the late Falcon owner Chuck Holmes would never have allowed -- ever! LaRue did a hetero version of this angelic sex romp for Vivid starring superstarlet Jenna Jameson, and now he's doing it with an all-boy cast. What LaRue did was take some of the most handsome men in porn these days (the cast is made up of only Falcon exclusives) and put feathers, glitter, rhinestones, horns and drawn tattooing on their bodies and let them have a massive sexual romp.
I loved it. I don't mind the trappings of the costumes with the hard cocks popping out of metallic clothing and springing from a bunch of white feathers, but I can see how some traditional porn viewers may find the whole thing a bit frightening and overly art directed.
It's ultimately true that Brad Patton has the face of an angel. His eyebrows, eyelashes and baby brown eyes are stunning. I would also imagine that he has the dick of an angel too -- or at least I hope my guardian angel has one like that! The video starts off with drawings that look like they've come from a Frank Miller Sin City adult graphic novel, with a story about the struggles of good and evil. Patton is brought into a set with blowing material, lots of candles and a wall of shiny hubcaps. No one says a word. Then comes the ominous order, "Prepare him!" The sets and costumes look like they're something out of Waterworld, or that Queen musical in Las Vegas I just saw. It's familiar, yet spectacular -- almost distracting. How could the blood-red curtains and sofa not stand out even in the best of exciting three-ways?
Josh Weston pulls the arrow from the heart of the white-feathered angel (Patton), who gasps as if he has had an orgasm (he'll be doing a lot more gasping before it's all over!). Patton gets sucked into this underworld of lust as Joe Sport dives in. They face-fuck the angel, and they take turns doing him doggy-style. Patton can't control his eagerness as he's pounded on his back by Sport while Weston holds his legs back for easier entry. While Sport pummels, Weston leans over and takes a taste of the beer can-sized cock on this blonde angel.
After the deflowering, a Flight of the Bumblebee style of music causes the defeathering of the white angel, and he soon turns black. The devil's lair has a harem of lusty men that includes Tristan Adonis, Roman Heart and Colby Taylor, who makes a welcome reentry into porn after a few years' hiatus.
Matthew Rush and Erik Rhodes play two soldiers who give up their Earthly ways, and they suck each other before Rush gets an ass-licking of a lifetime from the ample tongue of Rhodes. Rush grunts with wild abandon before he mounts Rhodes like a dog and pounds his butt cheeks red.
Dean Monroe is completely hot, hot, hot as the devil, and he leads the unbridled orgy. He begins rimming Adonis, O'Farrell, Taylor and then settles on Rush. Then they find big black dildos that are used on the devil, and they all take turns at worshipping the super-human cock on their captive angel, who's now a true bad boy.
In the extras are the incredible drawings of the stars in their characters, and one of the best behind-the-scenes documentaries shows LaRue explaining the concept and sets and costuming. Crediting Falcon as the leader in innovation and hot men, LaRue admits this is going to be an "all-out" extravaganza but primarily a fuck film. It's heavenly.
- Mickey Skee