After Kristen Bjorn moved through his Australia phase, he journeyd up to the Great White North into French-Canadian territory. Call of the Wild consists of four seperate vignettes, related only by their woodsy Canadian settings. Each scene is a stunning example of breathtaking beauty, both scenically and anatomically.
The final scene in which shirtless hunk Lucien Fortier is picked up by his three cousins (Herve Beaudry, Guy Tremblay, Serge Perrault) on a back road - inspires the greatest awe. Each cousin has a different hair color, and through a variety of long shots and facial close-ups, Bjorn takes great pains to ensure that each actor stands out, rather than bleeding into a sea of gorgeous sexflesh.
The scene is lengthy, but suffice it to say the blond's bootie is the only one sacrificed to Canadian beef, and enough cum flows to give the St. Lawrence a run for her money.
Bjorn's camera waltzes or lingers at just the right moments, each shot beautifully composed, each gorgeous young hunk rendered even more so by the director's keen sense of beauty.
The first scene stars Dominique Casier and Patrique Bouchard as two hunky lumberjacks who fell a redwood while raising a pair of raging hard-ons. Especially gorgeous is the lighter-haired Bouchard, whose exquisite face, thick prick, and hungry butt suggest a future as bright as his electric-green eyes.
After some al fresco sucking, the two retreat to a cottage for some fuck action, culminating in a nut-boiling undershot of Bouchard getting the jizz fucked out of him.
In the second scene, boyish Michel D'Amours is caught spying on two hunters (Jacques Lavoie and Pierre Labranche) as they mess around in the woods. Once caught, D'Amours is carried back to a log cabin, where he is ravaged fore and aft - mostly aft.
A dizzying array of sexual positions are represented in the ensuing three-way, and the viewer will need a scorecard to track the number of hefty loads blown. While each of the two hunters are certainly juicy specimens (especially the hung Labranche) it is the youthful sensuality of D'Amours that drives the scene.
Two Royal Canadian Mounties (Yves La Tour and Sylvian Racine) star in the next scene. This incendiary coupling includes some spectacular videography of the hunks shot through the roaring campfire. We also get FOUR money shots from beefy blond bottom LaTour.
Director Kristen Bjorn includes more friction fodder in one scene than do in many entire films.
After Kristen Bjorn moved through his Australia phase, he journeyd up to the Great White North into French-Canadian territory. Call of the Wild consists of four seperate vignettes, related only by their woodsy Canadian settings. Each scene is a stunning example of breathtaking beauty, both scenically and anatomically.
