Cute idea: Foreign commercial actor Rocco's inad­vertently sidetracked into performing for the American porno business, and winds up directing one of the suck­ers at producer Milt Ingley's request!

Mediocre execution. Tacky, hollow sets echo every thudding footstep of the (offscreen) crew, while the mumbled, improvised dialogue falls flat -- when it can be heard. The sex is equally mundane, never really catching sparks until Rocco's encounters. A three-way with Monique Pemean and Asia Carrera (fronted by some decent toy-play) gains considerable steam, but sadly, the Italian Stallion's pop shot is captured in an angle wide enough to pilot an aircraft carrier through.

An earlier blowjob for Rocco (from Monique) proves the theory that satisfactory erotica need not always show penetration.  The remaining scenes gar­ner yawns not so much from the action but rather the coverage, opting for the standard assembly line-angles. And by the way, I'd bet the house that half way through C.J. Bennett's d.p., her top partner,  Tony Montana, was replaced by a stunt dick of obvious proportional differences.