They're coming. A whole spate of Alice in Wonderland knockoffs are, apparently, in the offing, this being the all-black cast version.

Talking teddy bears, androids, derbies, dismembered heads, Scott Joplin and augmented voices ar but some of the props in a cluttered melange which finds Heather Hunter trapped in a timepiece looking for "The Dealmaker." Memory serves correctly that she doesn't find him, but that's par for the course in a script that tosses incongruities around like lit cigars at a Fred Williamson Testimonial.

Compounding the felony, the lighting guy can’t seem to get a handle on scenes which situate dark bodies against murky backdrops, but you can watch him try. Endlessly. For another baffling study in contrasts, check out the opener with Heather Hunter and Lexington Steele. Hunter's entire body is about the size of Steele's animated dick, and is seriously at odds in any attempts to mount him or be mounted.