Throughout BC4's three vignettes, writer/director Mark Archer wisely delivers what he knows his audience wants most: tons of close-ups of the female cast's tootsies. Other pluses are the razor-sharp production values and a highly stylized foot shot, complete with super-guttural female groaning, that intros the third sequence. That sucker scorches.

On the debit side, some of the fucking, though well-energized, has performers dutifully shifting from position to position to position. Also, Archer could set at least some of his scenes in more interesting locales than the white-bread residence featured here.