Why people rush to make sequels to so-so videos, I can never fathom. But famous director Carter Stevens told me that My Sister Seymour was a big seller, although personally, I would have left it in a big cellar. This time out, Seymour (Kristina) and Heather Kennedy, both of whom are she-males, move into a new house and dally with a moving man, a new neighbor and their landlord, who kind of reminds me of Don Knotts' father. If geriatric porn is ever outlawed, this guy's in trouble. But what do you expect when your leading ladies look like John Cleese and Eric Idle in drag? The action will only appeal to those who think drag queens are sexy, but hey, we know they're out there!