With every new installment, rugged Rodney keeps mounting the Alpine learning curve of pornography, expertly funding balance between the unsteady footholds of nastiness and craftiness. You've reached the summit, kid. Time to plant your flag.

Which he does—frequently. Returning viewers may find Rod's Prozac-laced pick-up routines less engaging than the rapid fire verbosity of his competitors, but Rod frames his fluid video shots with an unerring eye for arousal. Segment after segment, you'd swear it was your own dick being sucked, or slamming the wet 'n willing models who frequent his studio. For a non-athletic-looking guy, he's no slouch when it comes to positioning.

Rod also has a talent for finding fresh, eager performers – quite the antithesis of the usual "Barbi doll" type – who enjoy their work. One lovely East Indian lady in particular couples with our host so frequently that they may as well send out wedding invitations.

After Rod discharges his liquid lollapalooza on a third party's cooze, the Indian goddess gobbles up the goop like a third world famine victim. (Covered by two superb angles, no less!) If anything, multi-talented Rodney (performer/cameraman/editor/musician) might be accused of being an overachiever. But the same could be said for DaVinci.