Like the meat/poison/trash/treasure paradigm, scenario-driven titles are an either-or proposition. Kulkis? set-ups are (if not always funny) at least dependably benign, yet more than half of them always seem to end with a Latina screaming Spanish into a cell phone and then having makeup sex.
Also dependable is the Kick Ass promise: natural naked girls. This is a far more agreeable proposition; made all the better because the Kick Ass honies are so fresh to the market. Still, it is a market, and any series that's run this long can't help but be running on autopilot now and again.
Aside from one rapturous encounter, CB 37 features four watchable but unmemorable trysts. Ferra Rivera (who's actually Arabic) does Brandon Iron atop a pool table. It's moderately hot, and if your customers don't watch the bloopers they'll never know how tentative she really is when it comes to her sexuality.
The crowning achievement, if we can call it that, is the Maria Filt/Steven St. Croix union. When two people take the trouble to continuously French kiss while engaged in reverse doggie position, there's a reason – passion; embedded in their sweaty humpathon like an MSNBC reporter.
Retailing: Customers with a taste for ethnic, interracial and anal.