Director Jace Rocker does a good job of capturing the spirit of the late '60s, including Bonnie Parker berets, Indian mystics, and the blues. And free love. There's hot sex here in places. Unfortunately, some scenes were cut short to accommodate the sometimes-verbose script and Louisiana Red's musical performance. An opening scene with the incredible Misty Rain is an example. Her coupling with Julian is hot, but just when thins tart to sizzle, Rocker cuts. A scene at the end with Rain and Steve Hatcher makes up for it.

In another, Dave Hardman and Rick Masters are Indian mystics who mediate on the distractions of the flesh as they transcend Alyssa Allure's and a blonde love child's clams and illuminate their Western assholes in a group scene. The two bestow upon the girls' faces a load of holy jizm fresh from their Ganges source.

If you can put up with the chatter, or like the blues, this will please. For others, the raw sex is there. It just takes some searching.