What happens when Playboy Video meets Motor Psycho? You get Beauty and the Beach.
Director Derrick Lane (Racquet's significant other) goes totally apeshit with a concept, and comes up with a show that's destined to achieve cult status, if that's possible, in the current adult video genre. Beauty and the Beach is definitely a weird synthesis of (iggle, psychics, Playboy Video-style camerawork and motorcycle punks.
Bikini bunny Rayne meets psychic Racquel on the beach, and, prompted by this encounter, Rayne begins to have some serious sexual premonitions about bikers (Mickey Ray and Rod Ryker) taking her in a manly-men way and getting into her pants. This by itself is not surprising since most girls in the adult biz have similar notions about bikers. In her threeway, Rayne executes a stunning chrome dual-exhaust dick suck that will remind you of Debi Diamond in classic form.
Rayne relates her story to Rachel Mann. They have sex together, of course, in the tape's weakest scene of the bunch compared to the artsiness of the rest. The fun begins when everybody starts getting premonitions. Actually, there are probably more visions in this short period of time man you'll find a tan Oral Roberts revival meeting. Even Lane, who's Mann's boyfriend in this story, starts having visions about (which means you know he'll have sex with) biker chick Bianca Trump.
You'll note that Beauty and the Beach isn't one of the most cohesively thought-outset pieces in the world. There are some plot gaps, and a few overdramatized moments. However, one has to credit director Lane for executing something on the avant-garde side without rendering it pretentious and manipulative like some high-falutin' adult video tends to get.
Lane certainly shares some kind of vision for the way sex should be interpreted on the screen, even if Playboy got there first.