Will Ryder, as the director and writer, is a master at combining sex and plots with physical comedy and bringing out the funny side from his cast. Sure, sometimes it can be a bit corny—but that is on purpose, as he keeps things light and avoids drama and controversy by often making it a parody of life itself. He has fun doing this—and it shows by the fun the performers, sex and non-sex, bring to the screen.

A big-time fashion agency is the center of the action. Charles Dera goes over the top, as he is wont to do, playing a master manipulator who takes full advantage of his position. He “suggests” to slender, laid-back Aliya Brynn that sure, she can just let photographer Flynt Dominick eat her pussy—but perhaps returning the favor and blowing him may result in better relations with the shutterbug. Next thing you know, she is down there gobbling him ‘til he pops.

James Bartholet appears in a brief non-sex role as Bobby America, the 85-year-old, senile, diaper-wearing, farting company owner who causes turmoil within the company when he unexpectedly kicks the bucket. At the funeral, where Dera is fondling a mourner’s ass, she snaps at him, “It’s a memorial, not an orgy.” It turns out that Bartholet left 49 percent of his company to his nurse, Kat Dior, who is also Dera’s girlfriend, and suspects Jillian Janson is his other girlfriend until poolboy Tyler Nixon beds her.

Tommy Pistol almost steals the show from crazy Dera with his half-wit antics as the cemetery gardener—he is hysterical! Cue the dueling banjoes. Also, Frank Bukkwyd is the glue that connects some of the scenes—excellent sarcastic job.

Misty Stone’s plan to see if Dera is cheating the company involves an easy seduction. This pisses off Dior, who finds solace in the surprise appearance of Bartholet’s long-lost daughter Madi Meadows in an impressive girl/girl finish.

Every performer in this elaborate production obviously put in that extra effort to make this a memorable product that Ryder has referred to as “my best movie”—and he also mentioned that they even had to cut out many of the comedy jokes and bits because they were deemed too crass. Is this the genesis of a future director’s cut? It is already a near perfect sex comedy.

So put aside a few hours, turn off the phone, and enjoy this entertaining release.