Gilles Barthélémy

Eric ne rêve plus de blousons noirs musclés lorsqu'il les pratique pour de vrai en estompant les limites entre réalité et fiction. Eric rêve ... Il rêve que deux loubards, blouson de cuir et bites à l'air font passer un sale-bon moment. Il aime les actes musclés, Eric, ca le fait bander et il se jouit sur les doigts. Et si au lieu de se faire du cinéma, il en faisait? Il propose sa candidature. Son fantasme sera Corps d'Elite. Arrêté il est mis en garde à vue et subit une fouille minutieuse. Les hommes de cette brigade sont obsédé par le sexe et le cul. Entre réalité et fiction, où est la frontière ?

A young sweet masseur has demanding clients whose physical needs require more than simple massage. Our hero turns to a sex shop for some tools to reach the deep places his patients need worked on. The "tools" ordered for this Herculean task of fitting large objects into such small holes are to be delivered by a courier. The deliveryman realizes what he's being asked to deliver and decides to use some of the items to scratch his own itch. But, as we all know, the streets of Paris are wild and he finds himself involved in an accident! His precious cargo goes flying everywhere. The ambulance ride has just the thing to recharge his batteries but the huge spill of toys gets everyone in the mood for love, or something like it, lust. The whole area fills with the sounds of unchained desire and pleasure as Paris, once again, transforms into the city of love. Love as seen through the eyes of a cum drenched orgy and Jean-Daniel Cadinot! The master at his best.

A recruitment office in the tropical heat of La Republic de los Mosquitos. Beneath the turning fans, wearing only white pants, the boys wait to undergo close inspection. Initiations, maneuvers in battle dress, abuse from NCOs, pillow fights, the squabbles and sexual tension of young men deprived of female company.

A care-free young man wanders the countryside, crossing his path with experiences he ultimately shares with the younger son of a doctor. Alone and free, he wanders the countryside. In farms and villages both good and bad luck come his way; a farm boy, a young toff, a cute stable lad, a forward young fisherman. All cross his path. But nobody keeps him for long and he always leaves alone. Always? No, the younger son of a country doctor, fleeing from his incestuous brother, follows him on his travels. They share everything; friendship, adventures, the lessons of life - and meetings with other boys.

From the three incarcerated guys fucking each other behind bars, to the safe haven of the infirmery where the doctor pays attention to those members most in need - Service Actif 2 takes up where Service Actif 1 ended. Classic Cadinot fare!

A news bulletin like you'd like to see more often! Stay calm - it's just a distraction! The 8 o'clock news reinvented by Cadinot. In five raw reports, 16 gorgeous chickens burst onto your screen. Enough to shatter the mind of the strongest viewer! Hostages: In a school, four pupils are held prisoner by a sexual headcase! Two experts tap the phone to listen in on some disturbing goings-on. The traffic warden who accepts payment in kind instead of a fine - and the young offender who is all for this method of payment! In an emergency, do not confuse giving help with interference! 10% consumers: the technicians try out natural fats in a very localised and special tasting session.... You'll be glued to the screen by the horny action, the derision and the humour!

Cadinot directs this film under the pseudonym Yves Duras to stand out from his other more scripted films. Here, the plot is simple and direct but no less exciting. Painters in heat, workers with broad ideas (and not only ideas), rather well-hung and knowing how to handle their solid and stiff tools with skill and in the rules of the art. A mixture of youth and vigor that not without humor portrays the erotic visions of a certain generation of carefree all colors combined. Want a good brushstroke?

Internationally acclaimed director Jean-Daniel Cadinot launches TEQUILA...Light from a flickering candle dances around virgin white vestments worn by chiselled male flesh. You'll soon be snared as a fan of Cadinot's famous trademark style of directing.