What's that old saying about too many cooks spoiling the broth?  In this case Patrick Collins, along with four directors of varying degrees of obscurity, go into the soup with porndom's latest cliché: the multi-director tape.

Host Van Damage pauses from a basketball game, urging the viewer to get interactive by letting the company know which scene fares the best.  Van, my vote goes to the basketball game, for reasons that begin with the Stephanie Swift/Marc Wallice pairing but don't necessarily end there.  Take casual note when gum-snapping "hooker" Staphanie strolls the boulevard.  It would be nice if someone took the opportunity of wiping the crud off the camera lens in order to see the boulevard.

By the same token, equal courtesy could have been extended by lighting a firecracker in the respective asses of Raylin and Jules Jordan -- a scene, relentless in its ability to be passive, that gives Grant's Tomb a run for the money in the animation dept.

Which is not to say that the rest of the tape, by extension, is a séance.  The Swift scene has a neat punchline.  There's some good toe action going on between Roxanne Hall and Cherie Leveaux; some respectable anal and some S&M can be found, and we get a gander at black cutie Dominiece, though anyone other thna Jean-Paul Sartre would be hard pressed to tell you what's going on.

An otherwise fine series that happened to take a creative risk.