This Charley Crow-scripted/Rob Black-directed tale of an ill-fated road trip taken by drug dealer Evan Stone and his stripper girlfriend (Jasmin St. Claire) feels schized, not knowing whether it's a satire of New Age self-help philosophy (typically Crow's preferred subject matter) or a straight-out gangster flick (undoubtedly Black's vision). The sex is eminently watchable, with the expected emphasis on anal and facials; highlights include the anal-inclusive opener between Stone and Krysti Myst; and a sunlit assfuck in the grass between Stone and St. Claire that resembles nothing so much as a really hot shampoo commercial from the '70s. Enjoyable comedic turns from psychotic guru Claudio and wacky convert Tracy Love; and strong acting from a black contact-lensed Tom Byron as a bad-ass druglord who turns into a creepy sniffer around St. Claire, helps to pull it all together.