Karl Bruno

Almost everyone has, at one time or another, wondered what really goes on up in the lifeguard stations where those big hunks of beef who watch over our lives and our safety with such diligence go to escape the sun's hot rays and the sunbathers' even hotter gazes. And probably everyone has some kind of fantasy about it. Riptide! takes on what's happening in those secret places where surf, sun and sand collide with rising libidos, straining muscles and conflicting emotions. “Baywatch” will just have to move over. The tits and ass here are of a hot and throbbing kind.

When two amorous park-goers are busted by a vice cop, one escapes and the other gets hauled to the Pokey for an 'in-depth' interrogation. During the night, he makes new and exciting friends with his bunkmates, and discovers they don't call it the 'Big House' for nothing. But when he goes head-to-head with a homophobic sergeant, they end up giving their 'billy clubs' a whole new kind of workout.

Officer Karl Bruno is going deep undercover to bust a prostitution ring fronting as a massge parlor. His rugged masculine good looks make it easy for him to pose as a masseur looking for work. When he shows up for his interview with parlor boss Ace Harden, the police officer gets an eyeful of what really goes on "under covers!" Starring Tony Piagi, Josh Sterling, Bryan Kidd, Drew Andrews, Nick Roberts and Dino DiMarco.

All the behind-the-scenes action in the garage when the muscular grease monkeys lock the doors.

This film has a dreamy, romantic quality that is enhanced by the photography (which, though, sometimes looks a little washed-out), music and low-key acting performances. Another of Bad Moon's strengths is the script, also by Babbitt. Sex scene honors go to Chad and Brad, and Bob taking a leak in the open is a rare treat.

Last Fall STUDIO 2000 packed its gear and, along with key members of its production staff headed east to that great big town on that great big lake in the heart of the Midwest --- Chicago--where with today's No. 1 rising young gay adult superstar, Sonny Markham, we produced what is our most superior celebration of male sexuality to date--In Man's Country. Up on Chicago's North Side, not far from Lake Michigan, is one of American's last great bath houses--Man's Country. Harkening back to those memorable palaces where the likes of Bette Midler could hold center stage one night only to be followed the next by the naughtiest and most outrageous celebrations of the downest and dirtiest sex imaginable, Man's Country is three floors of affirmation that post-Plague safe sex can bring people together for great nights of entertainment, play and, oh, yes, the very best that men can offer one another sexually--and that safe can be just the best there is.