Rudeboiz 3: Filthy Chavs
Running Time | 92 mins

Absolutely no apologies here folks, I’m about to seriously rave about this offering from Rudeboiz – basically for no other reason than that it’s fuckin’ hot! Okay, so you’ve got to be a fan of the chav type (as the title suggests), but I really do defy anyone not to get hot under the collar (and, more importantly, stiff in the crotch!) from watching this latest addition to this up-and-cumming studio’s catalogue. Quite simply, it’s wonderful – what else can I say?

The boys themselves are pretty much as you’d expect (and want) from this unsophisticated , uncultured, anti-social band of scallies, with tracksuits and bling on full display – although the show of burberry caps seems a little more reserved on this occasion. Whilst the action takes place in scruffy council bed-sits and amidst the confines of undecorated bedrooms and less-than-spotlessly-clean sofas. Not that’s going to particular bother you, the viewer. In fact, if you’re anything like me then you’ll actually find that the settings naturally add to the authenticity of the action, which itself makes the movie even hotter than might otherwise be the case.

These lads are the kind that you see hanging about at bus-stops and in shopping arcades every day of the week, and their unrehearsed but uninhibited affection towards one another will have you jerking for joy like nothing before. What’s more – and this made me really horny – the sex between these boys is hot and sweaty and oh-so-fucking perfect from open-mouthed beginning to spunk-spurting end. Indeed, the lack of background music and the fact that the guys don’t grunt and groan like a couple of over-excited pigs only adds to the sensuality. This is, quite simply, sex as it really is. No orchestras, no over-dramatics. Just lads in their prime getting off with each other. Fuckin’ magic!!

I’d be seriously hard pressed to choose a favourite scene – each one is a classic in its own right. From a ball-churning threesome featuring Bennett, Wilson and Wilder (filmed under a rather irreverent picture of the Queen), through to the settee-drenching frolics of Robbie G and Stev O, this is the sort of film that almost ought to be rationed for the sake of its viewers. Indeed, if you’re anything like me and prefer the naturalness of European productions over the sterile, glossy productions of the States, then you simply can’t fail to be overcome – or cum-over! – by this magnificent offering. Honestly, I really can’t recommend this feature enough.

Jeez, what more do I have to say to convince you? Type your card-details in and order it now! Sex between young men-about-the-streets really doesn’t get much better than this. It’s pretty much as simple as that!