The opening scene comes dangerously close to sabotaging this Catalina release. Jack O'Neil and Tony Fantana engage in dialogue composed of characters and plot situations that one can best assume refer to a previous movie, but if the viewer has not seen the prequel, they would hear nothing but an annoying laundry list which may as well been rattled off in a foreign tongue. (Yes, it's that annoyingly distractive!)

Despite this, and to his credit, director Josh Eliot manages to deliver a sex comedy that arouses the dick as much as it does laughter, allowing the viewer to forget and forgive the opening. The plot may seem heavy, but when the sex begins, any criticism about the script seems foolish - after all, it's a fuck flick, not a romantic comedy sequel.

The sex is hot, the boys are enthusiastic pigs, and if the viewer likes his boys young, horny, and hard, they'll find themselves winded and cum-stained. Sharon Kane salvages the script with a performance that is not only funny, but succeeds in that John Waters-would-love-this sort of way. Pre-nom Best Non-Sex Performance.