Viewers may find this film disappointing for a couple of reasons. There's the short running time, and there are only three sex scenes. Technically, it's well done, but Runaway is a tough read, and presents enough dialogue holes to drive an 18-wheeler through.

Savannah and Randy Spears are lovers but it takes us a while to figure out that they're not married—a natural assumption you'd make when Savannah drops things into the conversation like, "this is just as much my house as it is his." Why is it?

At first you get the idea that Savannah is packing up her life and leaving for New York but it's a whole different kettle of fish to learn that Spears is going too (they're driving cross-country). So why play out this hearts and flowers, lovers on the verge of leaving one another scene in the beginning, unless it happens to be one of these incessant, multi-part films that are really starting to wear thin.

Spears' college buddy T.T. Boy drops over unannounced which is more convenient to the imminent Spears/Savannah/T.T. troika than any deft plot intricacies or revealing developments. T.T.'s character is really just T.T.—brash and macho. At some point Spears and T.T. go for a walk on the beach and pick up Tianna, but because it comes off with nary a hitch and without a word, yon get the impression that they know her from somewhere, or do they? Tianna as it turns out is the obnoxious female counterpart to T.T. She's a place dropper and sounds like she's eaten in every 4-A restaurant on the globe. Savannah takes a dislike to her which is saying something and this personality flareup sparks the one memorable scene in the picture. That it takes place up against a security gate and then poolside is interesting to say the least—once I start nuzzling somebody's pussy in a kitchen, my first inclination is to drag their naked ass outside where the gardener and the pool boy can watch me.