Three strikes condemn Jailhouse Tranny to the rock pile. The first set of felonious assaults on the viewers? senses begins with ludicrous ad-libbed scenarios that set the ball(s) and chain in motion. Second; the extraordinarily apathetic sex acts themselves. Third; trannies who barely sport wood.

Add to those charges a few Class A misdemeanors: against the set designer for rigging up such a phony (not to mention recycled) jail set, and another against the videographer, who all too often captures the cornholed cons from outside of the cell. Bar none, it's the most correctable of all mistakes but a recidivist offense nonetheless. All in all, a criminally incompetent mess that makes 90 minutes seem like a life sentence.

Retailing: Only for tranny fans with a myopic devotion to jailhouse material.