Effective photography and crisp editing raise this solo tape above the average, particularly in the opening scene with Andrew Michaels and the fourth scene with Les Stine.  Ironically, the De Pauls seem more concerned with technical values here than in their feature title, Pool Boy. But most of the performances are standard fare; only Lewis Stine seems to understand the fine art of verbal accompaniment.  The rest of the cast, though they are without exception attractive men, mainly grunts and groans.