Surely after this feature, CDI will have to give serious consideration to changing its product line to Samuel Beckett Home Video. The plots all seem to have that eccentric, theatre of the absurd vitality of Beckett, Ionesco and Harold Pinter, and this one's no exception.

Steve Drake and T.T. Boy are hit men, on the lam, squirreled up in a hotel room. They're arguing because T.T.'s iced this guy, Nunzio, but Drake told T.T. to smack him, not whack him. In and amongst Drake's diatribes, a number of pretty good sex scenes manage to get injected into the plot, including two sparklers provided by Devon Shire and a faux dream sequence matching up Debi Diamond with, guess who? Blake Palmer. This particular scene is a real clinic in the art of cocksucking.

A good looking video to boot with brisk colors, a zonked-out sense of humor and a pinpoint sense of sexual direction makes this well recommended.