Graffiti

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Paint, brushes, spray cans and a horde of horny boys, that is what makes up the basis for Grafitti. Before each scene the boys let loose with spray paint, brushes, hands, feet and any other body part they desire and ‘decorate’ the walls to a design of their own choosing. While none of the boys qualifies as an upcoming Rembrandt, Whistler or Monet they all certainly have a lot of fun getting to know each other before the real action begins. See our Flash preview of Graffiti What do you get when you put a gaggle of rambunctious painters together with a video camera? Why George Duroy’s Graffiti, which has not one, not two, but thirteen aspiring artists who paint masterful renditions from their fervid imaginations like a Pablo Picasso on ecstasy. And whether spray painted on a wall or brushed, smeared or splattered onto each other’s nude bodies, some might think these hormone driven artists’ masterpieces may equal, if not surpass, the greatest works of the impressionist painters of the nineteenth-century. … Okay, that might be a tad too much since two-year olds can paint rings around these guys, but heck, it can never be doubted that Bel Ami’s gorgeously handsome models are the most perfect of sexual specimens of the twenty-first-century, as will be proven in this film’s five artistically framed episodes. Picasso visited an exhibition of children’s drawings and observed, “When I was their age, I could draw like Raphael, but it took me a lifetime to learn to draw like them.” For Justin Boyd, Josh Elliot, Luke Hamill and Elias Kudrow, it didn’t take long to cover a wall with their unique artistry in an old rundown factory as they enthusiastically spray painted it with all manner of designs, from cars, bugs, clouds, and yes, the inevitable symbols of what’s held dear by all young men—sex. But, there’s a time for play, and then there’s a time for play. Sex quickly becomes the center of conversation with Josh confidently and somewhat boastfully proclaiming, while pointing down to his white trousers, “Inside these pants is my greatest treasure.” Elias asks inquisitively, “Who has the biggest and best dick?” as they line up on a sofa with cocks cocked. With these four randy lads, that’s like asking a guy what he likes doing best; eating, sleeping or having sex. They’re all good; it’s just a matter of prioritizing. After the requisite kissing and sucking, and with three tops, they quickly prioritize who will do the honors to Justin, the lone bottom of the group. The viewer can easily be led astray though when Elias, with longing eyes, whispers to Josh, “I want you inside.” Josh responds—using a little Aussie lingo he picked up from Down Under—“I want the same thing mate.” But don’t get your hopes up; Justin will be the only one boinked during this episode. Afterwards, when Justin and Elias leave for the showers, Josh and Luke stay behind, and presto, a bed mysteriously appears. Unfortunately for some, they just give each other hand-jobs. What’s not unfortunate though is how Mr. Duroy got four cute stud pups together in one episode. It’s difficult trying to look at each swinging dick and sumptuous pair of butt cheeks without the fear of missing something. Seeing an extreme close-up of Josh’s derrière as his trousers fall from his thighs is enough to temporarily blind an unsuspecting viewer. A boy, sent by his parents, came up to Picasso on the beach with a blank piece of paper to solicit an autographed drawing. Pablo tore up the paper and instead drew some drawings on the child’s back and signed his name with a flourish. Remarking to friends later, Picasso wondered, “I wonder if they’ll ever wash him again?” “This will be unique,” says Kurt Diesel to the camera. Hans Klee chimes in, “This will be magnificent, spectacular.” “And of course colorful,” quips Kurt as the boys commence to undress each other. After painting the wall and themselves, one wonders if they’ll ever wash again. Be forewarned; seeing Kurt squat down from behind to fill his brush with paint will make your heart go aflutter. Notwithstanding their artistic talents, these guys are a good match. It doesn’t take long before a wide-eyed Hans finds his legs propped up over his head with Kurt pounding away with relish at his willing tushie. He eagerly screams, “Fuck me as hard as you can!” Well, Kurt certainly obliges even as the camera, positioned below his undercarriage, shows all the lines and creases converging to the back of his swinging ball sack, like a map pointing the way to fantasyland. Mr. Duroy, an artist who paints on a broad video canvas gives us a panoramic view of the dilapidated factory walls and windows in the background, while in the foreground, Hans and Kurt are going at it in the middle of this colorfully rustic scene. Hans is lying on his side in the fetal position, with his pink hued package squeezing out between his legs, atop a crate as Kurt stands beside it, revealing the outline of his backlit masculine form. Longtime fans, with a memory for inconsequential detail, will notice the blanket Hans’ ass sits upon. This blanket has quite a famous past in Bel Ami film history. Some blank canvases that James Whistler had ordered got lost in the mail. Asked whether the canvases were of any great value, Whistler replied, “Not yet, not yet.” – so it is with every scene in this movie