The premise is intriguing: Mike Chavez picks up a porn fiction digest and, while he strokes himself to full attention, the pages literally come alive in his hands. The special effects and futuristic sets are artfully done on the cheap, and the nitty-grtty of the sex looks better than the standard in-and-out. Sex Scenes are erratic and I am not convinced that Foster deserves the hype he's been getting recently.

The hottest coupling by far is a Powers/Sloan flip-flop early on. It is Foster who looms large on the cover and it is his fans who will be first to support this fairly impressive effort.