Sizzling Semites |
Karrnal Knowledge |
by John F. Karr
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Francesco D'Macho, Alexsander Freitas and Aybars, of Tales
of the Arabian Nights. Photo: Courtesy
Raging Stallion Studios |
The Raging Stallion trilogy with two names – Tales of the Arabian Nights, Parts 1 and 2 , and Arab Heat, subtitled Tales (etc.), Part 3 – sure turned out well. It makes use of the entire RS family, in an unusual way. Each part of the movie was helmed by a different director. Chris Ward did Part 1; Ben Leon, Part 2; and Tony Dimarco did the part with wayward name. That there's no disparity of style or content between the parts shows the good planning and unity of Raging Stallion vision. The directors have taken turns doing the accomplished cinematography and editing for each other's films, and JD Slater has composed the sometimes distractingly jangling music.
Arabian wet-dreams are one of Ward's favorite tropes, springing most likely from his taste in men – swarthy, hairy, and uncut. Though all but two of the 11-man cast of Part 1 are uncut, it's a trait that actually runs counter to Arab identification. Google any combination of the word circumcision, along with Arab, Muslim, or Islam, and you'll quickly find that though not mentioned in the Qu'ran, it's a rite practiced by these cultures, based (in a curious link to Jewish culture) on the covenant with Abraham, whom they consider a prophet of Islam, and the ancestor of Muhammad.
So the mostly uncut and multi-national cast of the movies begs the question, Who's an Arab? Here's an incident that illustrates the vagaries involved. Years ago, when I accidentally broke a bottle in a neighborhood grocery store, the proprietor called me "a fucking Jew." I uncharacteristically countered by calling him a fucking Arab, at which he drew himself up imperiously, and hissed, "I am not an Arab! I'm Lebanese!"
Arab, like Jewish, is not a race, but a cultural affiliation generally identifying those who speak Arabic as a first language. National identity is only a secondary means of identification, shown by my grocery store incident – the Lebanese are mostly Arabic speakers, but somehow do not identify as Arab. So if most of the cast of these Arabian Nights are not specifically Arab, who or what are they? Well, there's a Frenchman, a couple of Spaniards, some Turks (a Wiki entry tells me that Iran and Turkey are not Arab countries). Connor Habib is from Syria, considered an Arab country, and though you might never have guessed it, hot bottom RJ Danvers is Lebanese. In Parts 2 and 3, there are Italians, and all sorts of second-generation Americans with Arab lineage. And some without, like Steve Cruz, Derrek Diamond, Adam Killian, and Bruno Bond (who are all cut).
But these are all peripheral issues, and what's important here isn't national identity, but sex. And there's nothing but in these all-sex, no-plot movies, which indulge two tastes. If you like gladiatorial spectator sport that goes Slam! Bam!, you'll like the insistent intensity that Part 1 hurls at us. I'm more closely drawn into Parts 2 and especially 3, which slow down and become more sensual. If Part 3 continues this lightening up, that doesn't mean it's lightweight. It's got some mighty hard slamming, with the always sensational Adam Killian in a flip-fuck with Francesco D'Macho, as well as Damien Crosse topping Bruno Bond with little mercy, and the startlingly effective Tony Aziz in a pair of flip scenes. First up is a threeway with Dominic Pacifico and Aybars (more on this hot fucker shortly). Later on, Aziz and David Dirdam give it to each other with gusto. Perhaps I haven't been paying close enough attention to sexy Mr. Aziz. I really got into him in these movies. I love the way the sensations he both gives and receives read so clearly on his face.
Aybars, who is Turkish, is a fascinating newcomer who appears in all three parts. He's a compact, sturdy, longer-haired and uniquely good-looking man with no small resemblance to Cat Stevens. Always a top, he focuses intently on his partners. In Part 1 he does Connor Habib (the Syrian), who responds with an amazing projectile orgasm. In Part 2 he's sensationally matched with Steve Cruz, for some really great oral, before Cruz forcefully rides his cock. It's a tour de force of a scene.
Matter of fact, cock-riding is a specialty of all three movies. There's a couple all-fucking scenes, as well as lotsa up-close, drool-inducing cock-sucking exhibitions. The cast is rounded out with Austin Wilde, Andre Barclay, David Dirdam, Derrek Diamond, and others. The endless blah-blah of Scheherazade is forgotten in the 1,001 orgasms of these Arabian Nights. www.RagingStallion.com
