Yes, it's another story about dangerous jewelry —this time, a locket with the power to fulfill every sexual desire, grant every sexual dream, but with a price: you're dead in two years. Sound worth it? Kim Angeli, the most recent inheritor of the bauble, begins to think so as she reads her late aunt's diary. (All right, you animals, I can already hear you panting, "With that cast" You betcha!") As you might guess, there's extensive use of the now-popular blue filter, and though the film-to-tape transfer leaves something to be desired, most of the scenes are an excellent blend of art and excitement. Just watching Sunny McKay and Joey Silvera bump and grind to a cool jazz beat should be enough to get you interested.

Blue also dominates the next scene, as a svelte Alice Springs does a solo strip tease in an alley... until Wayne Summers shows up and her (blue) gown reappers... but hey, babes, that's the magic of film. Then a quick scene change, and Marc Wallice joins the pair. What and imagination Aunt Alice had! (Both she and McKay look damn good in blue-tone, by the way. You have to see this!) The next aunt (Raven) imagines herself a virgin, broken again and again by her first lover (Tom Byron). White wine, a rug in front of the fireplace, sensuous jazz in the background... I think any of us might trade some spare years for that. The next aunt (Debi Diamond) has a thing for pools and sucking penises, but this bit isn't nearly as enticing as those that have preceded it. Finally, the book ends and Angeli gets her shot at unbridled lust. Note the hidden significance of the shadow bars from the window blinds that play across Angeli's body as Wallice licks her to ecstasy before taking her from behind. And let's give a little credit where it's due: kudos to Director of Photography Kevin James. It's film and definitely needs retailers' attention.