This unfocused story obviously expected to coast on its star power, notably the fame of box cover gal Desiree Cousteau, who plays an ingenue whom "sensualists" John Leslie and Pat Manning are attempting to induct into their inner circle. But between ostensibly forcing a thorny rose stem into Cousteau's pussy (with resulting blood), and mouthing aphorisms like, " There's no final off-ramp on the freeway of sexual fulfillment," what results is more laughable than sexy — sadly, including the seven sex scenes that are interspersed between the "induction."