After Married with Hormones and Penetrator, I was hoping for something more than a piece of fluff that is unfortunately indistinguishable from thousands which have gone before and from thousands which will follow. All we have here is sex at a Halloween party. No witty dialogue, no memorable characters, no clever story development. There's lots of talk, but it doesn't always lead to sex.

So when Holly Ryder devours Woody Long, or when Ron Jeremy beds a willing Flame, there's nothing special. Britt Morgan gives us hope as a kleptomaniac, but she must have also stolen the director's imagination.