Sometimes a fine line divides farce from idiocy; sometimes a space as wide as the Delaware River Gap. If the Marx Bros. are in PA, this stuff's in South Jersey with Dan Quayle and other drooling morons. When, oh when will porn producers learn that unfunny comedy is absolute death to sexual interest? And when will Don Fernando learn that, even with a voice that makes him sound like a cross between Inspector Clouseau and Topo Gigio, he is not a comedic actor? The gimmick: a blow to the head gives Sheila a triple personality: she thinks she's Tom Chapman; Brigitte, the "anal queen of porn"; and Sheila Stone, lesbian. If this sounds like a flimsy framework for three sex scenes, you're right; but flimsy applies more to the sex than the set-up, even the anal scene with Trexsure and Scott St. James, which lacks a money shot. The Meekah-Sheila girl/girl is hard to evaluate since I fell asleep. Cured by another blow on the head, Sheila wakes up enough to fuck Cal Jammer, but, all things considered, I wanted to hit her on the head again. But I mean that in a nice way.