With rampant symbolism and an anti-plot structure, I'd rather believe that director Thomas concocted this as a gag rather than a work of art.
Jon Dough plays a detective obsessed with his client (Holland), who sends him to spy on her attorney. Eventually he returns with incriminating photos and she allows him to participate in her all-girl orgy. Moments later, he's shot dead. Why? Well, why not? Anything goes in this feature. To enjoy it, be prepared to slug through a lot of pretentious visuals: quick cuts to a dinosaur toy, a Christmas ornament, fuzzy Polaroids, etc.
Holland makes little sense, but a lot of love. Her rubdown with Alicyn Sterling in a pitch black warehouse is quite sensual, a "picnic" with K.C. Williams under the cobalt blue sky is refreshing. Really erotic in spots. Even so, Thomas might reconsider doing what he does best - sexy stories, and leave the "bizarre" to its own devices.