Here is yet another hard-boiled detective parody, with a tortured and incomprehensible hash of a plot about stolen panties whose owner can rule the world (note to laundry: special one-hour service, please). The reason this seems more tired than other such idiocies is that the sex isn't hung on the plot -- it's hung on the five-times repeated notion that you fuck someone in order to get them to talk -- and it never works, or advances the story. So why bother with the story? The obligatory girl/girler with Bionca and Persia starts things off, followed by four anal scenes, including a three-way with Persia and the somnolent pair Cal Jammer and Tim Lake. A pair of decent anals -- between Bionca and T.T., and Mona and Marc, respectively -- start to steam, but they are intercut such numbing regularity as to kill off any interest. Imagine MTV, but without the music.

Bionca and Persia are consistently nasty sex performers, but their partners are only perfunctory here. Melanie and Marc contribute a hot closing scene. The quantity -- six scenes - and the ladies' enthusiasm, and the amount of anal action, make this acceptable, but not much beyond.