This is the kind of dull, unimaginative, porn-by-numbers fare that has always made the discriminating adult video lover leery of a sizeable portion of the industry's product.  Five scenes are linked by the flimsiest of plot lines, in which April wonders aloud if all the fucking going on around her is real or just a dream.

Things start out lukewarm -- an anemic three-way carpet-munch featuring Shelby Stevens, Amanda Addams and our girl April -- and pretty much stay that way for the entire loooong ride (it's a sad day indeed when smoldering Fuck Goddess Stevens can't put lead in this reviewer's pencil).

Only Bob Dole would find this tepid production obscene.  Retailers: if you must, one copy will do.