French Connections Part 1 Temptation FVP120 Falcon

Mon dieu! It’s a happy day when films like this are released, with bonus features serving as the icing on an already scrummy cake. In the two-part romantic (with sting!) Parisian-set tale starring American leads, we follow the trials and tribulations of blonde Foster (providing one of the audio commentaries too) fleeing to France with boyfriend Hanson, after his dumb-ass God-Fearing Dad has ordered him to Harvard. Oh, the woes of the Ivy League Pony Set.

We begin with a burning scene between the two lovers (still in the good old US of A) where they kiss, suck and romantically make lurve. Ok. I’ll drop all this nonsense - Hanson fucks Foster around the room and you’ll love every second of it! Foster is brought to a screaming climax and I’m worried the neighbors might call 911. You can almost feel the heat of young white Republicans in love!

It’s time to grab the passports and head to Frogland, where they discover new and alien things like foreskins, edible snails and good manners. Staying at Foster’s out-of-town château (once no doubt used by that nasty Vichy government that France had for some evil reason) the two relax, play chess and run in the grounds with adorable but obviously rabid dogs. For no reason Hanson suddenly develops cabin fever, throws a huge hissyfit and heads to Paris early in the morning, leaving a confused and unfortunate (hello, he’s rich remember?) Foster to wander the halls naked and play chess all by himself. Hey, Joe Billionaire - I’m available.

Cue the Parisian travelogue. (It’s crap. Don’t go. London’s better.)

Hanson meets cute French artist Romano, once destined for big things but now probably a barista at the Calais branch of Starbucks. They chat and tour the city. (“That’s where Roman Polanski picks up youngsters, that’s where Depardieu goes for his hourly back wax, that’s where Diana bought the farm and see that monument - that commemorates the Great Baguette famine of 1909”.) Heading back to Romano’s apartment the two lock lips, strip naked and explore each others toned bodies, Hanson forgetting all about his rich boyfriend as he sucks the French stud's dark uncut meat. The Yankee fucks him fervently and the two collapse in a pool of their own juices. (Boyfriend? What boyfriend?)

On a hunch Foster heads to the city, meeting fellow American Taylor in his search. They end up in a sexclub where Foster aimlessly wanders the halls - narrowly avoiding the trolls lining the hallways - before stumbling upon Taylor getting busy with ultra-gorgeous couple Sainclair and Chevalier (Maurice’s’ son?). In the first of three forthcoming sex scenes that make this movie so memorable, Chevalier proves himself to be a total and complete oral slutpig as he sucks the uncut inches of fellow Gallic stud Sainclair (the low angled shot made me ooze, and I don’t care who finds that uncomfortable to know) and well hung Taylor, taking both at once and then docking them before having his tight ass pumped by the hot, sweaty studs. In a fuck sequence so intense your TV fuses may blow he’s covered with garlic sauce and Good Old American Spooge. God bless the U.S.A.!

Heading further into the club Foster happens across a private dungeon where he spies the antics of muscular Wright and Barron, starting innocently enough with a gentle loving kiss but about to go downhill very fast! (You’ll understand why Foster chickens out of their advances.) Goateed Wright and blonde Barron divert from the path of the usual (and extremely hot) blow jobs and rim jobs as Barron is thrown over a sling and has his ass pounded by a possessed Wright, whose expertise and fucking appetite is matched only by Barron. They flip-flop and Wright’s sweaty hole is jackhammered out of all proportion.

But he wants more, so he hands Barron a massive dildo (dubbed by me a Plain Wrapped Special, after that studio’s dependence on such oversized toys) which he lubes up and works up his hairy buddy’s now dilated hole. Still not satisfied, he takes a fist-fucking that’ll get you screeching just watching, let alone the effect it has on Wright (who can no longer hold in his pleasure, splattering on his chest which is already drenched with his partner’s cum). For those who expected this movie to be all chocolate box romance and candlelit meals, whoops, I forgot to mention how twisted it gets!

Whoever said romance was dead (Hallmark sure didn’t) will be even more horrified as disowned Foster (Oh please - so you don’t get into the country club, big deal!) is forced to turn tricks for cash. He picks up sexy businessman Meadows (narrowly missing ex-boyfriend and new beau in the process) who takes him back to his place. So begins an amazing scene where Meadows (whose dildo is available, together with Hanson’s on this website!) caresses the stripping Foster, then swallows his Yankee inches whilst slowly undressing himself. Foster is totally tongue worshipped as hung-beyond-the-minds-of-men Meadows works his footlong whilst dripping with sweat, all shown in great low camera angles - you gotta see it!

Foster receives a powerful tongue-fucking, hardly able to move as the slippery Meadows masterfully controls the situation. Turns out Meadows is a tad kinky and takes Foster to the bathroom where he delivers an expert enema to the nervous beginner-whore. Meadows (now in rubber vest and waders) massages Fosters rapidly-filling-with-water body before he spurts the whole lot out on a very happy Meadows, who shows his approval by covering Foster with his crème de la crème!

Foster showers, symbolically cleansing his shame for that encounter I’m guessing. But honestly, what did he expect? Dinner and a movie? Even Pretty Women had to put out!

Heading back to the countryside Foster’s car breaks down in the rain (how Brad and Janet) and as a final insult Hanson and new beau drive past in their own car, oblivious to the troubles of his ex. Roll on Part 2 Load it up right now! You’ve no time to lose!

A fabulous production with a great storyline, cinematography, acting and sexual performances. And foreskins have never been so wonderfully presented before! When Falcon gets it right, they get it very right. And here they surpass themselves.