Sloth-like pace and pedestrian coverage are enough to sink this donut, which is ultimately saved from one "A" by a decent coupling and some zippy dialogue (hopelessly ruined by amateurish readings). This is another one of those features where the characters sit around and talk about what they're going to do instead of doing it.
The "what" in question is a dance marathon, which the guys try to avoid while their girlfriends attempt to "convince" them to attend. Patricia Kennedy shows Cal Jammer a few backdoor steps that would make Arthur Murray moonwalk in his grave; unfortunately the big anal penetration shot is sorely missing. Danyel Cheeks attempts to trip the light orgasmic with Rebecca Wild and Tony Martino in two club-footed sequences, but only Horner and Valle do the horizontal mambo with anything resembling passion.
They shoot directors, don't they?