What might have been a cute and clever bisex feature is unfortunately lost in a convoluted series of dream sequences which are difficult to tell from the waking ones. I get the impression of lots of football jersey and people dreaming of sex with their own kind. Exactly what transpires is beyond my comprehension. Perhaps the director just gave up after 65 of the 85 minutes that the box promised. As usual, Sharon Kane is her sexy self and Sharon Mitchell treats the script like it isn't a piece of garbage. But neither of the Sharons get by the static camerawork which cuts off heads, nor the static performances of the men, both straight and gay. Not nearly as good, unfortunately, as Bi-Dacious the company's last bisex tape.