This sexual hybrid of mainstream films Brainstorm, Lawnmower Man and Weird Science is better than most of those cheesy alien "thrillers" from the 60s. Randy Spears plays the inventor of a computerized "virtual reality" projector that can create anything - especially women - at the touch of a button, and have them look and feel real. Randy's having fun, but wife Taylore Wane feels rejected - and that's even before Randy creates Diedre Holland as his ultimate seductress. Ron Jeremy is bankrolling the whole thing, though he doesn't get laid even once.

Most of the action is taken up by having Randy's friends show up and say "I don't believe it," then having Randy create a sex scene for them to watch or be in. Thus Eric Monti, an East Coast performer who hasn't been seen on tape in a long time, winds up in a bathtub sex scene with Tracey Adams; then Carolyn Monroe has a poolside encounter with long-time boyfriend Cole Stevens. Another onlooker gets to watch lesbo trio Victoria  Paris, Bionca and Sharise pleasure each other with dildos. But the opening Spears/Wane love session and the closer with Spears and Holland generate the most heat. There's even real pathos here, as Taylor walks into (and out of) the lab just as Randy and Diedre are in the final heaves of a sweaty, steamy coupling.

Though well-paced, the middle three sex scenes, though hot and worth watching, seem extraneous to the plot. The scripter obviously had a good central idea but took the easy way out of the action. It's a "don't miss" for sexual sci-fi fans, and recommended for everyone else. Taylor on the box assures wide appeal and profits for store owners.