Joe Gage, who I knew back in the '80s in New York City as Tim Kincaid, delivers one of many "pin-up porn" shows with this Colorado-lensed non-story of rugged men humping each other ad infinitum. It's merely a symptom of a Gay Porn industry absorbed in masculine models posing (male sex objects akin to those female Playmates of the Month Hefner pioneered once upon a time), rather than the characters and stories Gage pioneered back in the Golden Age of the '70s.

So these stick figures (yes, most of them carry a big stick in their pants) walk around and talk like cyborgs or perhaps more to the point imitation Arnold Schwarzeneggers. Steven Hawking might envy them their massive members, usually erect without much coaxing, but certainly not their flat dialog delivery and lack of facial expressions -both of which the physicist is unfortunately afflicted.

Gage makes no effort whatsoever to make the sex scenes organic or anything resembling believable, just guys encountering guys, whipping out their cocks and having out. Central story line has Bill Madison escaping from cop Matthew Ford (a burly guy replete with mustache), and recaptured what seems like eons later, but merely 2 and half hours of Porn Time. Title of Copperhead Canyon refers to where Madison is to meet up with an RV for escaping more permanently, and en route various other folk, including escaped cons briefly in orange jump-suits (they prefer nudity however) Wolf Hudson and bigger-dicked Antonio Milan, get down as well. Rick Powers seems bewildered with his role as "nice cop" who has Milan and Hudson hump him before letting them go on their merry (and nude) way. Hudson is the only "superstar" in the cast, having made a good impression in countless boy/boy, boy/girl and latterly trans- female/boy features over the past decade.

This is porn by the pound, any analogy to sausage production eminently appropriate. How Kincaid ended up this way after winning accolades with his Working Man classics 40 years back and then highly enjoyable if cheap R-rated hetero B-movies during the '80s is just a reflection of a culture that prefers crap to art or even craftsmanship.

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