This modest tale of Derrick Lane trying to get over the death of old lover Racquel Darrian, and fine meaning and commitment again with new love Asia Carrera, is a beautifully-filmed and edited vehicle for dreamy sex.  The brief snatches of dialogue, mostly between ghost-girl Racquel  and Derrick, is so leadenly earnest, it's like someone forcefeeding you lima beans between spoonfuls of ice cream.  Everyone here is amazingly sexy; can't they enjoy it?

Racquel is as gorgeous as ever.  She opens with a solo, meant to evoke Derrick's fond memories -- and which would evoke a hard-on from Jesse Helms. It gives way to a ghostly threeway girl/girler with spritely spirits Barbara Doll and Felecia -- fair fare.

Ghost lover Steven St. Croix gets the most leisurely and lyrical trip around the sculpted-but-soft Darrian anatomy.  A nicely done scene of the genus romantic. And an Asia/Racquel girl/girler melts into a three-way with Derrick.  With average sex and at times laughably-flat acting, Cloud 9 is not one of Vivid/Wave's best packages of the year and very marketable (Racquel's first film in over a year).  Stock accordingly.