Once again, the combination of a palatable Cash Markman script and Scotty Fox's direction creates another low-budget winner with the accent on comedy. Cop Jonathan Morgan and his straight-laced partner Alex Jordan investigate various suspects, including Nikki Dial (who both plays and plays with herself). Tiffany Mynx is paired with Dial for a pleasing lesbo voyage. Butler tangles with Makala, who later tangles with her beau. And if you still haven't guessed who did the dirty deed, the final scene which lets the pussy out of the bag is beautifully orchestrated with the murderess' face ingeniously hidden during most of the fiery threeway. However, the piece de resistance is Dial (of course), first teasing Morgan relentlessly in her kitchen, sucking on a hunk of ice, then hoisting herself onto a countertop for a incandescent encounter. Morgan's healthy splash on Dial's lovely labium is pure artistry.

Stock Nikki at Night, in its cute packaging, and your customers are guaranteed to get a good night's sleep. Don't miss the off-the-wall closing credits.