Here's a movie that, without the sex, would probably be playing in art houses in all the major cities. The film eases you in, with its down-home musical soundtrack and nominations-worthy cinematography, to the point where you actually care about what happens to the title character.

Liza Harper stars as a French "trailer-trashette-with-aspirations" whose boyfriend (Jeremy Steele) is more interested in hanging out with brother Michael J. Cox than satisfying her sexual cravings. Look for the trio to engage in some reverse cowgirl and side-saddle anal penetration, with a cigarette break in the middle of the hot action.

After the double cumshot, and angered by Steele's insistence that she get him a beer rather than continue their love-making, Harper takes off in her VW Rabbit in search of... well, she doesn't know. Nearly penniless, wandering around The City, she meets fast-talker Alec Metro, who seduces her in his motel room. Drinking tiny bottles of booze from the room's refrigerator, they engage in 69, mish and doggie action before she jerks him off onto her chest. Next morning, as Harper masturbates to the vibrations of her pager, Metro steals her car and all her belongings.

Catching a ride with lawyer Houston, the pair pull off the highway onto a hill overlooking an evanescent valley, spread a blanket and begin a lusty lick session. Unfortunately, the heat of this lesbo-thon is severely diminished by intercutting it with Steele's seduction by bimbos Tatiana and Cassidy. The gals fuck Steele every which way, plus lick each other silly, but the editing never stays on one scene long enough for the viewer to reach fulfillment. Too bad, as each grouping could easily stand on its own.

Kudos, and a possible nom nod, to Kramski for direction. This is an excellent couples film, and even more attractive for those who particularly like Liza Harper's continental style.