Randy Spears picked the wrong time to touch that lamp: The electric shock tosses him a few feet, and then when he comes to, he can read women's minds, starting with colleague Kylie Ireland. Spears wanders into situations that enable him to use this new skill, interspersed with some dropped-in sex scenes like Ireland doing a photo shoot with Cheyne Collins - we all know how that is gonna turn out, but in a clever switch Kylie is the photographer and Collins the model. The unexpected entrance of Spears' old flame Sydnee Steele makes the mind-reading ability a double-edged sword. In the end, boy gets girl and everybody's happy, so an easy recommendation for couples renters - none of that nasty introspection that worms its way into some "couples-friendly" numbers.

Six sex scenes, competently staged and executed. Spears' acting is well-displayed here.