Decisions about one's personal mythology and about what the after-life holds are difficult and challenging topics for most people. Director Michael Raven tackles those issues in this film that stars Steven St. Croix as a man who dies in a car accident only to face them head on.

The first of these is lovely she-devil Avy Scott — not necessarily a bad thing to face straight off in the after-life. They fuck their way through several positions with Scott grunting like an animal and taking him in her pussy.

St. Croix comes back into consciousness afterwards to watch "demons" Aurora Snow, Dillion and John West fuck in his room. Snow takes the men with her usual over the top verve and does a d.p. with West on the bottom seated in a wheelchair. Her energy is red-hot and appropriately frenetic. Pre-nom it for Best Group Sex Scene — Film.

When St. Croix eventually does die, he see his angel, Cherry Rain, dancing and laughing while wearing big, fake fairy wings. Rain, along with three other angels, engage in some slowly-paced g/g loving that is lit in a pseudo-ethereal, overly-bright fashion that sadly distracts. When he gets to fuck his angel, St. Croix does so outside in a foggy haze. Rain takes his cock in her pussy in a standing doggie, cries for more and her pale, perfect skin shines. St. Croix accepts death and follows his angel off into the unknown.

Pre-noms to this for Best-All Sex Film (though the script is fine, it’s really more of a connecting device than a three-act story), Best Actor-Film to St. Croix for matching what the script asked of him well with the mood he displayed as an undead man approaching his peace, and Best Cinematography to Jake Jacobs and Raven for giving this a marvelous look.