When a pair of whores are offed by an abusive pimp, they return to haunt him into submission. (The unfamiliar - and luscious - talent are never properly ID'd.) Sounds like an erotic episode of Night Gallery, but so little attention is paid to the story that it soon collapses into a series of generic wall-to-wall vignettes.

Frankly, in the world of porn it's smarter to err on the side of meaningless sex than it is to rely on over-ambitious theatrics, and director Medvsa makes the correct decision. With heavy emphasis on dom themes (and the attendant genre costumes/props), this theater launches a successful season filled with hot threesomes, gasp-inducing gapes and flying arcs of Euro-spoo. As expected of Private, chemistry is less of a factor than sexual gymnastics … but the formula still appears to be working.