Lately, I've been harboring intense guilt over my egregiously effusive review for last months Rodney release, Creme dela Face. How, in the face of my peers, can I still maintain my reputation as a snide, heartless, vindictive worm of a critic while gushing kudos so blatantly? (Not to mention jealousy of others' successes.) Maybe I should get back to crushing fragile egos under the heel of my mighty word processor. Hey, chill out, Rodney, I'm just kidding!

On a more serious note, I have no problem at all saying that DDS is a hot series, replete with dozens of violated vaginas, assaulted assholes, and gallons of spewing sperm — all captured in awesome screen-filling close-ups. However, allow me to interject a few "despites", for Rodney always seems to be working, at times, despite his best interest if not against it.

Aside from dreary ad-libs, there's a complete lack of production values (i.e. a well-lit, not to mention photogenic interior location. Moore also haphazardly ties video footage with "film look" with mixed results. Stay with the latter! Mixed results also describes a few of his models; all are decent sex performers, though few are the kind fantasies are made of. But these are minor annoyances.

The biggest problem I perceive, and do not intend to dance around, is Rodney's objectification of women, personified in the facial cum shot that ends each sequence. Lord knows there's nothing wrong with a gusher in the kisser, of course — but the way Rodney lines them up on their backs, heads held in "position", passively waiting for the flood to arrive instead of enjoying the whole experience, makes them out to be receptacles rather than participants. Good sex is always mutual. Take it to heart, Rodney, but don't get depressed. We still love ya. Even us jealous worms.