Drudged up by Alpha Blue Archives from a battered vintage print, WONDERFUL WORLD OF GUYS is a generic and desultory gay porn programmer, elevated only by a (very limited) touch of the supernatural.
Film opens with a lengthy re-purposed loop of two guys making it by a pool, before revealing what we've seen to be a 16mm projection. Stepping away from the projector, our narrator introduces himself as – surprise! – gay porn godfather Gorton Hall. Hall was famous for directing some of the better all- male narrative hardcore features during the earliest days of gay XXX. What he's doing narrating this junker is anyone's guess.
The theme of the film turns out to be communication, and Hall delivers his commentary Rod Serling-style, popping in and out of scenes unnoticed via a fun use of simple in-camera edits (camera stops, Gorton walks on/off set, camera starts up again). The first segment centers on a young couple where one member is a leather and boot fetishist. In lieu of anything kinky or exciting, the two lie in bed together masturbating while Boot Boy fondles a piece of footwear, ignoring his lover entirely. His boyfriend closes his eyes and imagines a more sexually fulfilling experience, which we then get to see.
Next segment features a guy masturbating to a skin mag on his couch (obviously a studio set). Before you know it, a bed appears beside him (again through a fun use of stop-and-start in-camera trickery), and he gets to watch the couple from the magazine going at it in the flesh. After the fantasy concludes, the two guys appear beside him and he gets to join in. Final segment (running a scant three or four minutes), features a guy calling his crush, whom he's seen at the bar on numerous occasions, and beginning to talk dirty. As the two start flirting over the phone, a rapid montage of sex acts commences, and the film ends abruptly, leaving it in doubt whether or not this is a complete print.
Sex performances are strictly by-the-numbers – proficient, but never terribly interesting or engaging. Ditto the guys, none of whom are dogs, but who probably aren't going to set very many hearts on fire either. The only real surprises or delights are Hall's interstitials and the playful cut-rate surrealism, both of which are unfortunately far too limited to make much of a difference.
Film opens with a lengthy re-purposed loop of two guys making it by a pool, before revealing what we've seen to be a 16mm projection. Stepping away from the projector, our narrator introduces himself as – surprise! – gay porn godfather Gorton Hall. Hall was famous for directing some of the better all- male narrative hardcore features during the earliest days of gay XXX. What he's doing narrating this junker is anyone's guess.
The theme of the film turns out to be communication, and Hall delivers his commentary Rod Serling-style, popping in and out of scenes unnoticed via a fun use of simple in-camera edits (camera stops, Gorton walks on/off set, camera starts up again). The first segment centers on a young couple where one member is a leather and boot fetishist. In lieu of anything kinky or exciting, the two lie in bed together masturbating while Boot Boy fondles a piece of footwear, ignoring his lover entirely. His boyfriend closes his eyes and imagines a more sexually fulfilling experience, which we then get to see.
Next segment features a guy masturbating to a skin mag on his couch (obviously a studio set). Before you know it, a bed appears beside him (again through a fun use of stop-and-start in-camera trickery), and he gets to watch the couple from the magazine going at it in the flesh. After the fantasy concludes, the two guys appear beside him and he gets to join in. Final segment (running a scant three or four minutes), features a guy calling his crush, whom he's seen at the bar on numerous occasions, and beginning to talk dirty. As the two start flirting over the phone, a rapid montage of sex acts commences, and the film ends abruptly, leaving it in doubt whether or not this is a complete print.
Sex performances are strictly by-the-numbers – proficient, but never terribly interesting or engaging. Ditto the guys, none of whom are dogs, but who probably aren't going to set very many hearts on fire either. The only real surprises or delights are Hall's interstitials and the playful cut-rate surrealism, both of which are unfortunately far too limited to make much of a difference.