Cal Jammer plays a musclebound mad scientist named "Dr. Spankenstein," who has a messy lab, a fuck-swing-style hammock and a bitchy assistant (Madison). If that isn't bad enough, his maids keep disappearing on him. Six so far. It doesn't take a proctologist to figure out that the good doc's using their bodyparts to create the ideal woman.

The lighting is murky, the story is silly beyond belief and the five sex scenes (with no girl/girl) are barely adequate. Ari and Luc Wilder sip some magic brew (they're looking for their missing friend) and become amorous in a hallway. (They offer the best coupling of the bunch.) Cop Don Fernando, who's been trying to find Spankenstein for five years, discovers pint-sized Nasty Natasha (Courtney plus a boob job). She wastes no time hopping on Fernando's legendary wood and giving her newly resurrected butthole a whirl. Mostly facial finales and a few scenes in a stirrup-style swing make Sex Scientist an average outing in cute packaging.