What's up with these damned fright wigs and masks -- some sort of supernatural collusion between Damien Hellx and John T. Bone? With sleaze-wenches Candy Apples and Tex-Mex Sabrina, even Bone's signature-style nastiness is put to the test. Look for stimulating double (sometimes triple) blowjobs, anal and double penetrations, and multiple gooey facials.

Yet most of the inspired raunch is undone by dim lighting, sloppy camera work and the aforementioned costume fetish, which includes a gaggle of roly-poly trolls and paper-mache sets.