Lonie Luvcoxxx may be a household name in London, but on this side of the pond she's just another gonzo director paddling around in an unimaginative ocean filled with little fish. While easy on the eyes, her first failing is to remain clothed - acting, instead, as hostess/voyeur while the usual gaggle of loquacious-but-harebrained performers yak it up prior to unmemorable humping sessions.

The alleged hook is that the gals get to bone-up with their "fantasy men" (i.e. a doctor, bank robber or what have you). Naturally, these East End cock slingers essay their roles with all the conviction of their American counterparts. The fact that the whole shebang is set in the same dreary motel room completely misses an opportunity for interesting location work.

Retailing: For viewers who sport wood whenever they hear a Petulia Clarke song.