The subtitle of this film is "Lené's Day Off", and since pretty much every time Lené's on screen, she's shown working, that gives you some idea how coherent the storyline here is. But it's not just that this feature isn't true to its premise (Lené as a model-cum-crime-fighter),- it's also so poorly paced that two major (and I mean major!) plot developments are simply done voice-over, in about 30 seconds — after we're an hour into the movie. (The first narration is particularly hilarious/ludicrous because it's told while the studio makeup guy is applying powder to Lené's tits!) And on top of that, in the scene where Lene explains Leena's criminal empire to publisher Rebecca Wild and detective Buck Adams, she includes her own fantasy of what it "must be like" in Leena's dungeon! This is poor, poor storytelling.

Sad to say, the sex isn't much better. In fact, the best scene is the last one, where Buck fucks Rebecca on her desk. Rebecca rides his cock like there's no tomorrow, before Buck turns her over for some missionary, then doggie, then a cumshot to the mouth. By comparison, this coupling makes the rest of the action in this fiasco look somnolent — even the usually exciting Leena.

In fact, one might make the case that Leena is wasted in this half of the tale. Her aborted love session with Steven St. Croix, where the two stand face to face for what feels like minutes, fails because it plays directly against Leena's sexual strengths: intensity of feeling, dominance and quick changes of position. Here, Leena tries to be slow and sensual as St. Croix caresses her feet. It doesn't work. On the other hand, in the threeway with Ivy English and Paul Morgan, Leena's porking in the dungeon's sex swing has promise — which goes unfulfilled as Morgan turns his attention back to penetrating Ivy's ass.

On the plus side, the daisy chain involving Lené, Rebecca and Asia Carrera is pretty hot stuff, as is the sight of Lené eating Asia's and Rebecca's muffs as a double-decker sandwich; a rarely used but durable position. The film's other girl/girler, with Chanté and Vanessa Chase has some nice 69 — but it's too short and is quickly forgotten in the wake of the less steamy scene it's intercut with: St. Croix seducing Lené and pleasuring her doggie style and missionarily.

Also noteworthy are the characters in Lené's fantasy: Kaitlyn Ashley and VixXxen, who take on their respective real-life partners with eventual anal climaxes. Nothing new here (except possibly VixXxen's cowgirl anal) but these couples are professional enough to generate the required heat. And since the plot's shot to hell anyway, there's no reason for Lené not to join in her own fantasy, for a rousing bout with Mark Davis. Guess Lené was stimulated by the other two gals' performances, because a few sparks do fly here.

A nearly three-hour film (if one includes Part 1) with a cast this large needs a tight, detailed story, very strong direction and a lot of interaction between the principal players. This film has none of those. Its strengths are Vivid's ever-present top-notch technical qualities — but that's not enough to hold an audience. Of course, Lené on the box-cover will probably cause the tape to move like hotcakes — but consumers remember who disappointed them last, and Lene's next feature will be a slightly harder sell.