The premise, as usual, concerns black men who only want to have sex; while of course, all white guys want a black chick. The whole purpose of Blind Date is to provide interracial sex, even if this wall-to-waller has little eroticism and wooden, detached sex scenes. Inspired dialogue like “I gotta go,” or “You’re late and I’ve gotta go shopping” after orgasm does nothing to make you believe that these are real people who really care about their sexual partner. Even the usually hot Carol Cummings and the humor (non-existent here) of Ray Victory can’t save it. You wan to know why it’s called Blind Date? K.C. Cool and Victory keep setting each other up on dates, with Victory getting the last laugh as he fixes his pal up with fatso Layla LaShell. But what this feature really consists of is a mechanical grind in a very nice-looking box.