The three models baring for this issue oddly look alike, with similar lean bodies and facial features. I couldn’t tell where one begins and another ends. Ivan Maxwell, RG San Jose, and coverboy Dave Rebolledo, though each good-looking (I’ll have sex with any of them) have unfortunately been strung together to emphasize their ordinariness. It’s as if the magazine aims to look generic.
Red Hot is one of today’s “lesser” sexy male mags, even though its pages are bigger and the price is about the same as more popular titles. Red Hot scrimps on content. Only three models? I think articles in magazines are overrated too, so I welcome cover-to-cover pictures and the occassional bio, but those photos better pack some punch. The photography here is often common and unimaginative. I wished someone dangled his dick in full view just to break the monotony of the bakat (bulge). The printing, murky and flat in dull colors, does justice to neither the models nor the photography. It can be redder and hotter than this. Maybe next issue? Which I can’t wait to buy. Because although shots of reclining men and tight undies tend to be boring when it’s all that’s offered repeatedly, I’m not really complaining.