One of the most blatant problems the Afro-American end of this business has is an identity crisis. If the Producers (or whoever the responsible parties are) don't even bother to identify performers than we're reduced to talking them as if they were anonymous pieces of meat — which insults the performers and the viewers. Julian St. Jox is the only face we recognize.

The problem, more specific to these releases is on the technical end — mediocre videography, color and sound. Probably shot concurrently in the same hotel room, the camera manages to catch the action (which, at many times, is heated and begs for better coverage) is a perfunctory tripod-bound manner. Both volumes start out with a b/g scene that adds more performers as time rolls by. Conversely, the hot close-ups dwindle in proportion to the participants, but the pop shots are there.

All in all, most of the cast attractive and the sex is above average. That's the bottom line for the consumer who will tolerate poor tech specs.