This routine, formulaic feature gains notice for the energetic sexual presence of newcomer D.J. Alden (box cover) and an attempt by Jonathan Morgan to pump some life into a tired formula. But My Generation, with its five characters and two simple sets, fails to ignite erotically, and the goofy plot wears on the viewer's nerves.
I don't know if Morgan and St. Croix are retarded, insane or old, but they relive a past night of sex at a '50s sock hop (a sock hop with five people) in, dare I say, Rashomon style. Which one gets laid that night? St. Croix screws Kim Stone and it's dull, but D.J. Alden keeps Morgan alive. Then they each screw Lynden Johnson in ho-hum action before a three-girl lesbian finale that does little to enhance the heat. Unimaginatively shot, but give Morgan credit for trying.