From the onset of the lush, rock-hewn pool garden's fantasy sex scene with Tony Tedeschi and Serenity, to the dramatic and surprising ending, Indigo Delta's atmospheric videography grows more brilliant with each passing scene.

Serenity plays a top-selling romance novelist who feels burned out on the mushy, soft-soap thing.  Yearning to branch out into newer, more dangerous territories, she pleads with her unsympathetic publisher (Melissa Hill) for a direction change. Hill discovers that Serenity has checked into a flea-bag motel, and arranged for an interview with serial killer Tom Byron (in a chilling, nom-worthy Best Actor performance).  Hill is too busy to talk to Serenity, especially since the two common street hustlers Hill brought home (Steve Hatcher and Steve Justice) are waiting to fuck her fore and aft upon her grand staircase.

But the viewer sees first the internal changes Serenity is going through: dark dreams of torrid sex and murder.  A fan (Alyssa Love) is seen in a spooky dream, a pyretic, pre-nom Best Couples scene which zeroes in on Love orally milking Jonathan Morgan's cock.  Strands of drool dangle from her mouth as if they were the syrupy overflow from the spout of a prized maple tree.  Holding one leg aloft, Morgan roughly pistons Love atop a creaky metal table, from reverse cowgirl to mish anal... before killing her in a post-coital stranglehold.  This snaps Serenity out of her REMs bolt-upright.

In a Silence of the Lambs kind of twist, Serenity meets with Byron from behind a thick plexiglass wall.  Looking like a gentrified Billy Idol spouting passages from Nabokov and Nathaneal West, Byron leeringly acknowledges the idealism just below Serenity's veneer of pseudo-toughness... and plays on the young novelist's psyche.

"A real artist has to reach down in their soul and guts to pull out some basic, fundamental truth.  You won't find that in any romance novel," he tells at her. And while some artists use paint or concrete as a medium, Byron's choice was a video camera to chronicle his murders.

Listening to his tape-recorded dissertations at night while she sleeps, her mind is permeated by his words... how mass murderers have been glorified in American society... how the Ted Bundy's of the world have been made into TV movies of the week.  Serenity is suddenly astral-projected into Byron's cell for a prison-issue-cot fuck.  At the moment of orgasm, his hands tighten around her neck and she's transported to an awesome, revolving-room orgy.  And a pre-nom one at that, with abundant anal, d.p.'s, and a ball-draining double-anal courtesy of Liza Harper's accommodating colon.

Was it just a dream?  Layers of psychological pain -- hidden for years in Serenity's mind -- arise, forcing her to face her own personal demons.

The next morning at her motel room, she lures the maid (Stephanie Swift) in while a promise of a reeeelly fun time.  Though the innocent Swift thinks Serenity just yearns for some wet, warm fuzzy feelings, she couldn't be further from the truth.  Videotaping while she taunts the poor woman, Serenity forces her to eat her pussy and for Swift to fuck herself with a vibrator in her ass while masturbating. Although borderline sadistic, this absolutely intense girl/girler scene is one of the best in recent memory.  Judges, chalk up a pre-nom.

It would be an injustice to reveal any more of this tense thriller.  You're just gonna have to watch it.  Pre-nominate Serenity's excellent acting performance, and Jonathan Morgan's direction and editing.  And let's throw in a Best Video of the Year nod while we're at it.