Given the limited appeal of solo tapes to begin with, you’d think the very least the makers could do is to try some kind of aesthetic approach – you know, just a token attempt. No such luck. The anti-creative mentality reaches an unnerving level as each trannie says hello, performs a desultory tease and eventually displays her unimpressive junk. Shot from one tripod-locked angle (with an occasional zoom) the effect is about as arousing as watching a security camera on a Hyundai assembly line, and the “ladies” are far from knockouts.