Erosity! fails - and fails badly - to live up to all its unabashed box cover hype about "erotic intensity," "sexual frenzy" and "the peak of primal passions." Yeah, stop the presses, we know. But while so many adult tapes fail to live up to such hype, this one really asks to be busted for it considering how forcefully it overstates its case.

Erosity! is also unintentionally funny in parts (namely, when the performers babble on incessantly into the camera all serious-like about what "Erosity" means to them; hey, less jawing, more boning) and stages a really bad Nikita Denise sex scene - who wuda thunk? - in which she has paint poured over her while Mark Anthony screws her. Is this director Luc Wylder's idea of an, sorry, "art" tape?

But any production that has luscious Brittney Andrews in full-on Domme mode doing what she does best, namely reaming a Bitch Boy with a black strap-on, isn't a total washout. And the first-rate cast engages in some other decent sex scenes as well, such as a Holly Hollywood/April rug-munch and a hetero coupling in which Frank Fortuna covers Amber Michaels' big plastic hooters with hot wax, then fucks the enthusiastic stunner.

But despite such other fetishy touches as foot worship and so-called "food eroticism," the sex in Erosity! is really of the middle-of-the-road variety aimed squarely at the couples crowd. Why, there's not a single facial in the whole damned thing until Nicole Sheridan takes big Sean Michaels' load in the closer. And there's simply nothing edgy about that fact.