Ah, the pernicious "but." My problem, and maybe it's just my problem, alone, is this. I'm trying to make some semblance of sense and coherence out of the last couple of minutes of this piece. Should I be? For the most part, I am viewing a sexually dynamic, superbly crafted, videographically well-framed adult yarn about a group of sociopaths held hostage by three diamond smugglers (Gillis, Silvera and Cashmere). There are no weak characterizations in the bunch. Every performance is nominations worthy.

Cheri Taylor, far from her CES show beach bimbo persona, is high octane erotic and photographs lusciously as Horner's sexually loose wife. Ona Zee as Gillis' neurotic-lush of a mistress, packs even a stronger wallop than her AVN Best Actress stint in Portrait Of An Affair. Damien Cashmere, under Leslie's directorial tutelage, has made the transition to actor from a Hoboken sex loop performer. You expect great things from Silvera and Horner, though I think Horner a trifle overreacts to the knowledge that Gillis is a diamond smuggler. Gillis, after a brief sabbatical that lay him rusty, has his timing back and is into the flow of things as he plays his customary turd.

So what's the problem? This show ties it up like a Joe Montana two-minute field drill. Leslie goes for a Ray Bloch (Psycho) ending and comes up with mental block. Since I was severely chastised by Jim Holliday for spilling the goods on Leslie's Mad Love, I'll refrain from saying anything more.

With that out of the way, you're still going to see one of the finest adult features to come out of this industry in a long, long time, full of great sex, serious technical highs and wonderful performances.