Don't let the somewhat alluring box cover fool ya. The tape itself features a sluggish, unenticing, extremely talky and frequently stupid plot (something about the true identity of upscale call girl Christina Angel) and sex that's only slightly more compelling.

Though the box hype makes the vid sound like it's a star vehicle for "the sexually obsessed" Angel, in truth, she's only in one fuck scene. That's the closer, in which she takes on four bad boys in a bare bones basement. While it starts off nastily enough -- with her encouraging Paul Cox to manhandle her neck, and it later features some d.p. action -- in the final analysis, there's really very little that's strokable about it. Not helping matters is Angel's somnambulistic performance. A live wire, she ain't.

The remaining four sex scenes are even less memorable though Anita Cannibal, playing a bitchy madam, briefly throws off some much-needed sparks while directing Randee Lee how to ream her with a piece of hardware. Far more telling of the tape, however, is that French anal queen Liza Harper's sodomization doesn't include a single gaping asshole shot. Exactly what is this business coming to?