Boy George scored the music in Manhattan Heat , although those people expecting something like Bow Down Mister will be disappointed since the music in question is mostly anonymous disco beats. It's a pity - having an Indian soprano going "O Hare Krishna-aaa-aaa!" as Erik Grant lustily devours Frederick Ford's cock would have been most amusing indeed.

The men in this movie are reassuringly stereotypical in the sense that one look at them will immediately allows the observer to correctly peg them as either porn actors or Muscle Mary types who have played the scene for so long that the lines between gay porn and real life have blurred. Tattoos, facial hairs, and muscled bodies that come with adorishly high-pitched girly voices - the whole nine stereotypical yards are here.

Fortunately, the sex in this movie is raw and hot. All about what happens on a very hot day in Manhattan, this movie sees the couplings of the pretty boy with facial hair Erik Grant seducing a delivery boy Frederick Ford in the first scene, followed by Michael Lucas waking up in bed to proceed with some delicious buggery of Gabriel Sinclair, proceeded by a tattoo-tapestry that is a plumber Asoka fixing Matt Hyland's air condition as well as the pipes of a more intimate nature. The movie closes with two group shag scenes.

While the set-up to these scenes are nothing new (horny plumbers, horny delivery conditions, oh dear), the sex acts are scorching because the actors involved put on a very convincing display of enthusiasm, passion, and energy into their scenes. There aren't any timid "Oh dear, another cock to suck so that I can pay my rent, yucks!" blowjob scenes here - the mouths devour those stiff little dears with gusto. The thrusts are energetic and lusty while the rimjobs see the actors shoving their faces eagerly between those luscious buttcheeks. The erections are on the whole sturdy and firm and the load they spew is pretty big, adding to the impression that these men are really hot for what they are doing on camera.

It is hard not to enjoy such enthusiastic and raw manlove in this movie, not when the guys are really good at conveying how hot they are for each other and fuck with gusto. These men are not my cup of tea, appearance-wise, but damn, watching them go at it with such undisguised fervor has me thinking that those guys are hotter than summer day in the Sahara. Good job, guys, and, like someone wise once said, keep those peckers always oiled and firm!

If you want to see some raw and convincing sex, Manhattan Heat will be a pretty good bet, I believe.

Rating: B+