It's been a long time since we've seen Luis Buñuel's classic film Belle De Jour, which forms the basis for much of what happens in this Kramski offering, but of one thing we're sure: Jessica Drake (and we do love her) ain't no Catherine Deneuve. While Deneuve expressed the ennui of a housewife caught in an unsatisfying marriage who turns to prostitution to escape the boredom, Drake delivers frowns and blank stares - and when she says at one point "I don't like sex," we're tempted to believe her.

Perhaps that's understandable. Kramski has set himself a difficult task, trying to measure up to Buñuel's directorial artistry here; he does coax good performances from Tina Tyler (as the madam), Bonn (as Drake's foil) and Backey (as a gangster), all K.K. veterans who've trod his emotional paths before.

Three sex scenes stand out: Angela D'Angelo gives Bonn's cock a good ride in both directions before he cums on her glasses; Tyler does likewise with Backey, adding some mish and horsie action on the kitchen counter; and Drake thaws nicely for Backey with some mish and reverse cowgirl action. But you have to look at the credits to find out why, in the finale, while Drake pleasures her paralyzed husband, the poor guy's single head bandage metamorphoses into a mummy-like wrapping. Yes, it's stunt cock Dick Nasty to the rescue!

In any case, the pacing of the sex is off the mark, with long, dick-wilting periods of seemingly interminable conversation and/or scene-setting. In fact, given the brevity of some sex scenes - and there are eight, if you include Drake's solo opener with the plugged-in curling iron - it appears that Kramski was forced, several times, to sacrifice heat for attempts at plot.