Clearly the Enright/Cash Markman team have devoted plenty of effort in their attempt to produce something special, but Priceless' extremely detailed script (heavily influenced by Dead Again) just isn't that interesting. Luckily some of the sex is.

Peter North is thuddingly dull as a private investigator who Jenna Jameson hires to help clear her of a murder rap -- she's been accused of killing her boss (Tony Tedeschi). Jenna walks in on a Tony/Misty Rain/ Roxanne Hall scorcher, notable for the two-girl b.j., and a Tony/Misty mish.

Jenna and Peter visit fortune teller Sofia Ferrari. Sofia (for once, the accent makes sense) confirms Peter's suspicious that he and Jenna have met before; as in another life, circa 1946. A series of black and white flashbacks to Those Fabulous Forties tell the tale, but not before client Jonathan Morgan does an above average mish/anal/in-mouth with Sofia. The b/w 40's scenes feature excellent costumes, hairstyles and music, as well as Steven St. Croix's pleasing doggie/mish with a lissome brunette.

Back to present time, Peter and Jenna consummate their decades-old passion (you knew it was gonna happen) in the best and last sex of the vid. Atop a convertible, a 69 is made most interesting by  a closeup of Jenna's quivering thighs (no way she's faking). Their mish/reverse cowgirl/doggie is superb, and Jenna loses herself in the sex, squealing, "OhmiGawd; make me cum!" A quick titfuck, and then Peter's trademark messy cumshot.

Points for excellent technical qualities, sometimes-great sex, and Jenna Jameson -- not only incredibly pretty, she's sexually responsive and a talented actress. Priceless is thorough, but the story feels lifeless, and with all the apparent attention expended, it ought to have been fascinating. Retailers should definitely stock; customers who enjoy plenty of story with sex will be intrigued, and Jenna Jameson is a definite selling point.