The uneven body of this assortment of sex and who-knows-what else is casually daunting to the viewer, to say the least. an opening orgy just kind of gets tossed in here with no felling of purposeful energy, and one strobe-lit sex scene thinly attempts to disguise the fact condoms are being used. As if that's something to lament.

Similarly, a scene between Randi Rage and Michael J. Coxx is basked in impenetrable shadow. this may have been the best directorial call of the day.