The Muse, she works in weird-ass ways, sure, but who guessed she'd aim her stream of magic piss into the mouth of Kid Vegas, the Vanilla Ice of porn?  Symbolically enough, the vid begins with a POV shot fom the apex of a rollercoaster.  The whole thing is characterized by more ups and downs than GlaxoWellcome, careening from zeniths like an accomplished Vegas/Caroline Pierce fuck to nadirs like a sink full of vomit (courtesy of sexy Amia Moré) to, uh, interesting moments like Vegas and Johnny Toxic having a swordfight (not that kind of swordfight).

Where the Kid succeeds is in his dedication to conveying a You Are There essence, practically in smell-o-vision.  He brings a few friends to his hometown, stops off in the desert long enough for the girls to strip down to their flip-flops and shoot guns - all it needs is Thin Lizzy playing in the background to complete the white-trash picture - then checks them all into one hotel suite for some endless drug-fucking.  Consider yourself warned, though - the viewer who's expecting technical perfection is the viewer who'll have an embolism; as when a wasted Vegas received a heart-felt blowjob from Moré, his palsied camerawork taking you right along to whatever blown mental landscape he's inhabiting.

Then there's the moment when the camera catches a glassy-eyed Johnny sharing a beer-bottle lined bathtub with giddy Mara Pleasures; mechanically jacking himself off with one hand and fingering her even more dispassionately with the other.  Go home, dude.  Have a steak.