Film noir has seen the likes of Criss Cross, Double Cross and Triple Cross.  Peter Davy's Russian Roulette is a variation on the ol' Russian cross -- that is, an elaborate quadruple-cross packed with double standards and foreign accents masked in triple identities.

Obviously, this isn't your average gang bang sex scenario.  So, to pull this little number off, director Ferrand has gone to a cast that can deliver the goods and comes up with a movie that could even place as an entry in the Film Festival of Action Thrillers if there was such an animal.

Houston, sporting short locks, is a daredevil runner who taunts the DEA by her enticing flight patterns.  She hasn't been nailed (except by lover Alec Metro in a relatively soft opening sex scenario), but doesn't want to press her occupational luck, either. Nice looking woman, except her politics betray some cobwebs when she refers to the "evil empire."  Houston's last score becomes one that involves a multitude of evil players, each with his own game objectives.

Sartorially-splendid Dick Nasty's the chief bad guy who seems to have a problem at tipping off the film's hand.  (I had to rewind his exposition scene four times to get the gist of what he's saying.)  Obviously Nasty's no Allistair Cooke, but the rest of the cast have a ball playing spin-the-plot-wrinkle-bottle.

Victoria Paris, making a comeback of sorts, looks zowie in short skirt and heels, as a (kickboxing!!) investigator for a ruthless D.A. (Mike Horner) who has enough agendas to keep Robert's Rules of Order in business for perpetuity.  Victoria shakes the rust of retirement in a fairly avid girl-girler with Keisha whose boyfriend Marc Wallice (does their sex scene ever provide a contrast in body types) is the pivotal skunk in the scam bush.  Not rust when it comes to kicking the spleen out of her adversaries, though, when Victoria converts three bad guys like a 4-7-10 split.

As evil doers go, comrade Valeria and turncoat bodyguard T.T. Boy craft some malevolent glee out of the proceedings, particularly in an electro-shock torture scene straight from the Rambo II playbook.  A minor catch is that Wallice gets accidentally basted due to a T.T. foul up.

Even with a multitude of skullduggery and assorted acting riffs, there's room for good anal -- provided when Nick East knocks, not once, but twice on Valeria's Kremlin doors in the same scene, splashing her Vulga healthily in each instance.

Cutesy gimmicks (a Russian star encircles Valeria's pussy as T.T. drives a point home), a brisk sense of movement, high-end production values, and satisfyingly enriched, high-end production values, and satisfyingly enriched couples-style sex scenes means you won't be playing Russian roulette when stocking this handsome adult package.