A philosophical look at the cycle of life is pretty weighty material for porn - even for the couples market. Good thing writer/director David Stanley has enough talent to make the journey as painless as possible for the viewer, using Raylene as his alter ego to illustrate the complexities of youth, middle age, old age and death.

Raylene's a big slut in her twenties, as illustrated by a public scene with Cheyne Collins as their friends applaud. Tired of "waking up alone," Raylene marries some bald dude with a paunch. Her thirties are spent in middle-class suburbia, masturbating to her favorite soap opera (a watchable reverse cowgirl between Briana Banks and Mark Davis). By her forties, Raylene's bitter and bored, reduced to imagining her 18-year-old lipstick lesbian daughter taking a shower with her girlfriend; it's an okay girl/girler between April and Daisy Chain. In her fifties, she becomes Rubee Tuesday, puffing cigarettes and fantasizing in a drunken stupor. Randy Spears and Felicia Fox turn in a decent standing-doggie performance here.

Don't cry for the lush, though - by her sixties she's accepted her life. Then her husband dies, causing her to lament the loss. By her seventies she's partly senile and can only imagine her granddaughter (Raylene again) in a workable fuck with Dale DaBone.

Stylish visuals and flashy edits help make the material palatable, and the story is quite good - the problem is the sex, which never gets hotter than average.