If Ed Wood had made porn... it still would have been better than this. Time and again, DeTroit recruits from the lower ranks of starlet wannabes and subjects them to the groping, pumping and pawing of a male "talent" pool that personifies the worst of porn stereotypes.
In Ceilito Lindo, a Latina streetwalker lies silent and motionless on the bed. As an anonymous male humps away feebly on top of her, she musters the only reaction she can: a chilling, glazed stare right into the camera.
The overall tone of White Bread Fantasy may be best summed up by the boxcover copy as it refers to one of the women: "A hairy subject, her body is smooth, had children."
It gets worse... much worse.
From a conventional standpoint, Girl Talk and What's Fair in Love aren't quite as downright inane or patently offensive as the other two volumes; a more apt description might be "merely unwatchable."