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Here's a video that works on every level. It offers damn near everything you could want in a porno movie: hot sex; a large cast of A-list performers; casual nudity and smooth, bubble-butted models undressing in a locker room; masterful direction; a score that complements the action instead of distracting from it; and it's all tied together by a fairly compelling plot. It even makes good use of its San Francisco location.

David Montana visits the underground sex clubs of the City by the Bay in search of Jason Andrews, an ex-lover who gave up a monogamous relationship in favor of sexual exploration. On his quest, Montana uncovers one sexual adventure after another. There's the sultry threeway between Ted Matthews, Cameron Taylor, and Steve Vega. Then as he wanders the halls of another club (Blow Buddies), he finds Cliff Parker in an electrifying coupling with Dean Johnson. Parker, a versatile performer, plays the top here. Montana wanders in -- lead by his bulging hard-on -- and jerks off to the sight of Parker and Johnson. Montana's endowment is so huge, it looks like he's sprouting a third leg even when he's not erect. Check out the size of the bulge in his crotch when he walks around fully clothed.

Later on, he finds Steven Gibson servicing Aiden Shaw through the gloryhole of a sex stall. Montana joins the fun, and he and Shaw double team Gibson, who ends up getting a double facial from the two anonymous cocks. Bonus points for the extra footage of Shaw and Montana washing each other up over a bathroom sink.

Montana flashes back to a hot tub encounter between himself and Andrews. But then he snaps back to reality and resumes his search. He eventually discovers that his ex is working at a club on Market and Castro, where the video climaxes with a six man orgy atop a pool table, featuring Andrews, Joe Romero, Brett Ford, Michael Steel, Tony Belmonte, and Chuck Hunter -- whose perfect ass and torso should be cast in bronze for posterity.

Hot Pursuit offers so much in the way of hot, sweaty man-to-man (and sometimes man-to-man-to-man-to-man-to-man) action, it requires multiple viewings to be fully appreciated. It also features about a dozen non-sexual porn star cameos. (And is that supposed to be Tom Cruise waiting in line at Blow Buddies?) The term "forgotten classic" would definitely apply here.