Matt Zane opens this video with a police interrogation room rant about how “art is sex, sex is art, life without sex is artless, and all that’s left is death.” George C. Scott’s opening speech in Patton this is not.

Shayla LaVeaux is a psychologically tormented sex fiend who has the opening scene with Herschel Savage, and is later satiated by the long tongue of Keri Windsor.

Sydnee Steele plays a therapist whose idea of helping Tony Tedeschi deal with his sexual obsession is deep-throating his cock and letting him practically fist her.

Zane, for his part, spends the better part of the vid spewing out more theories on art imitating life and vice versa, when finally police detective Savage jumps out of his chair and yanks Zane[s head back by the hair, yelling “Enough! In another second, I’m gonna beat the answer out of you, motherfucker… You are charged with a quadruple-plus homicide and you’re giving a lesson in an art history class! Now look, man, skip the commercial interruptions and no more bullshit…” The sheer rage that Savage exudes towards Zane reflects exactly the feelings of the viewer at this point in the nauseating script. Intentional? Genius? Our guess is no.

The homicides that Savage refers to occur when Steve Hatcher encounters girlfriend Sydnee Steele and blows her away. Then when Tony Tedeschi, fresh from a nice scene with Lola, tries to disarm him, Hatcher blows him away as well.

The video ends with Hatcher emerging from the shadows of the interrogation room and putting his pistol (the metal kind) in his mouth and, as the screen fades to black, firing.

Forgetting to include Keri Windsor and Lola in the on-screen credits is a shame; they turn in some of the best sex of the vid. Watching Matt Zane spend several minutes basically announcing “Look at me, I’m being profound!” is likewise lamentable.