I may be going out on a limb here but I'd bet that any fair-minded black reviewer would be just as appalled as I, in witness of the kind of badass shuck 'n' jive routine that links the three sexual sequences in this release. Gentlemen, one of the ways to avoid being stereotyped is to avoid perpetuating them. End of lecture.

On the sexual front: For references sake it would have been nice if the ladies were named, but Ron Hightower, F.M. Bradley and Julian St. Jox are king studs any way you slice it. Ron pounds away at a vaguely Oriental young lady; F.M. takes on a rather thick black cohort; but the common denominator between them are two whopping gushers in the face of their partners. The standard order of pussy eating, blowjobs and copulation occurs in all three scenes but in the last, Julian's b.j. is lavished with attention-grabbing close-ups. With uneven, hand-held videography; no music, and a sparse scenario, it's all pretty raw — but so is sushi, and once you acquire a taste for it, you end up going back for more.