Not every performer is born to be a director and, unfortunately, Shay Sights' behind-the-camera career is off to a shaky start. Literally - the camerawork is jerky, the lighting haphazard, the sound downright shoddy. When Sights announces in her intro, "our motto here is 'fuck the dialog,'" that shouldn't be because it's present, but utterly inaudible. One usually expects better from the Jill Kelly label.

The sex isn't all that nasty, either, despite the title, unless you count the male performers muttering "cunt," "slut" and "fuck" a lot. There's only one anal scene - in the middle of a scorcher of a d.p. scene with Kelly Fire. This scene, where she's paired with Hamilton Steel and Miles Long, might just make the tape. Crystal Meth also shows some enthusiasm in her scene with Miles Long. Jolean's pairing with Christian isn't bad, but it's more or less a rerun of Meth's.

Especially egregious is the opening scene, where Nick Manning and Cherie attempt to add a new spin to the concept of make up sex by having their fight during the fucking, while the other woman, Shay Sights, sticks around for the crumbs. When Nick howls during Cherie's blowjob, you're half-convinced she bit him.

Sights' only other scene is a tepid girl-girl with Jasmine Klein. Even the DVD transfer is on the grainy side, with occasional distortion.