With a solid body of work to his name, John Leslie has demonstrated not only an uncanny ability to deliver some of the most raw on-screen sex ever committed to film and tape, but also a fierce intelligence behind the camera. He's willing to push adult entertainment beyond the limits of his contemporaries, often reaching further than his previous, award-winning efforts.

That the dizzying results confound viewers as often as they arouse them only serves to bolster Leslie's uncompromised personal vision, which is more eclectic and challenging than ever.

Drop Sex takes the dream logic of Dog Walker firmly by the leash and yanks it headlong into a private realm of imagination, where Valentino may (or may not) be a disturbed gangster hiding out in a warehouse which looks like a relic of the Dresden firebombing. Like the mainstream film Mickey One, in which Warren Beatty plays a hide-and-seek game with the mod while ducking the vagaries of his own consciousness, Valentino appears to slip in and out of reality as he beats up his rivals and goes on an extended journey within the bowels of the building. Conrad-like, he meets his own heart of darkness as well as witnessing half a dozen entanglements of eye-popping flesh-frolicking as the naked inhabitants go about their dirty business. all the while, Valentino flips more meat than a Burger King jockey as the viewer enjoys his prickly POV.

The feature is packed with a number of unfamiliar but welcome female faces who hit the ground running when it comes to incendiary cock-gobbling, ass-fucking and nasty oral shots. A threesome with Jake Steed, Valentino's recovering victim, and a pair of nurses in latex-whites is nominations-worthy, as are any of the blistering gropes found within!

Kimberly Jade has a terrific scene peeling out of a red patent-leather dress with another babe in a business suit. They rim each other's winking bungholes until security guard Mr. Marcus show up to slam the ham in their tight white fur-burgers, virtually draining his beef down to the last sticky drop. Another triple-oral finale is realized by a trio of hooded executioner-types who appear to have mistaken the scene for a casting call in a Gregory Dark feature. While they plunge the depths of a gal with a large tummy tattoo, a blonde in the background gets cornholed with an unearthly fervor.

Which brings us to another point: Leslie the editor never shies from intercutting sex scenes, an inadvisable trick at best, but performed here with a surgeon's skill. The footage benefits immeasurably from being lensed under Leslie's own hand, which makes Brian DePalma's roving shots look like a 7-Eleven security camera. Recalling Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge, the feature ends with an image of two hanged men, implying that the sexual imagery was all a last-moment hope/dream of the executed. This stark and deliberate irony, as well as the super sex and editing, make Drop Sex and awards-worthy addition to any retailer's shelf. Leslie isn't the Dog Walker. He's the top dog.