Four guys sit around someone's living room bragging about their sexual conquests, which we then see. I guarantee it'll take you an hour to even recognize Danny Sommers, as he hides in the corner, slouching under a baseball cap looking sleepy. The ineptly-wielded camera and microphone never come within fifteen feet of their subjects. I love the idea of guys sitting around talking about sex, but since you can barely hear what they're saying, what's the point? The cast is fine. Newcomer "Ashley" is terrific. It's the lighting, camera work, and sound that bring this one down a couple of notches, making it difficult to fully recommend.