Our video reviewer gave Sodomania 28 fourA's, and we see no reason to dispute that. But this DVD certainly goes the tape at least one better. For one thing, the image quality is crystal clear, so whether it's Randy Spears fucking Danielle Rogers with his own dick (anally) or a rubber one, or Blondie Anderson playing with herself before sampling Jon Dough's dick, or Euro-cutie Suzy Q shaving herself, or... well, you get the idea; they all look great, with no pixelation even in dark areas.

But even all that feminine pulchritude isn't the best reason to choose this DVD over the videotape. Yes, there are six animated "jump to scene" buttons, and 44 slides (some with very similar poses, and a few too many of Blondie). But turn the disc over and there's a wealth of terrific stuff on side two. Viewers are most likely to head straight for the interview section, which has a choice of Cinna Bunz, Tabitha Stevens or Johnni Black. Pick a gal, then choose from a 19-image photo gallery, a five-minute interview, or a hot video clip — and what's nicest about this disc is that none of the footage is duplicated on side one. But one can only watch so much of that — so how about 10 questions with director Patrick Collins? Learn who Collins' favorite director is; what he looks for in a performer; why he uses pseudonyms; and lots of other info fans want to know. Beyond, there are trailers for Elegant Angel, as well as several upcoming and recent DVD releases, and even a company history in text form.

A good video feature, yes; but much more, which customers won't know unless you tell them, or they look at the back of the box — so consider displaying the disc that way.

Though we still enjoy the occasional bowl of Cream of Wheat, we don't necessarily want the same dull serving of porridge all the time, y'know. And this particular outing of Sodomania, subtitled "Tainted Reputations," couldn't be farther from that description, surpassing most of the bland, formulaic features we've grown weary of watching. Here we have well-delivered dialogue by an assemblage of able-bodied (and minded) actor. Great chemistry between the players makes for some truly spectacular fucking, and baby, it shows.

Randy Spears is pissed. He confront Danielle Rogers as to why she's been feeding his impressionable teenage son garbage (something she denies), Spears the pulls out a mold of a dick and balls, accusing her of it being his son's, which she supposedly made (which she also denies). He's repulsed by this hussy before him —until she begins to stroke his dick through his pants. Her dulcet tones get him to drop trou in a flash; even spurring him to fuck the asshole of the rubber sex toy he was offended by only a few short moments before.

Anyone out there like "aural sex"? Does anyone recall just how incredibly sexy a woman's voice can be.... coaxing the listener to do naughty things? Ah yes, how it stimulates the gray matter into kicking those old hormones into mach overdrive. A close-shorn Jon Dough patronizes one of those "glamour photo" places in order to get some sexy pics by "photographer" Blondie Anderson (who's eerily reminiscent of Mariel Hemingway circa Star 80, baby voice and all) for wifey-poo. Getting Dough to loosen up. Anderson eventually has him undress, then teases him by masturbating. Her doe-eyed innocence as she describes to him her early experiences with cock-sucking is enough to make a dead man blow his wad... twice. Dough's excitement over fucking this natural-titted cherub leads to a quick blowing of his own wad —but he recovers instantly to do her again before spewing onto her dainty toes, which she pulls fetchingly into her mouth to suck upon.

"Mmmm," she coos, "candy."

But oh, we gotta cite the last vignette as the real hottie here, folks. Erstwhile brake mechanic Alex Sanders goes after petulant Phaedra Alexis for withholding payment for services rendered. The obsidian-orbed beauty is a first petulant, and pulls a gun on him, telling him it's she who's to collect for services rendered —of the sexual kind. Been many a blue moon since we've seen this kind of genuine, eyeball-rolling, carpet-clawing passion between two warm bodies. Judges, pre-nom this one as a strong contender for Best Couples scene, after you wipe the sweat from your brows (and crotches).