Dan T. Mann and Samantha Strong have a marriage that's experiencing a five year-itch. Their resolution to the dilemma is taking some vay-cay at a "swinger's paradise" that looks more like some lost land of hopeless desperation in a Peter Gushing sci-fi thriller.

My first reaction to it all is that the cab: deserves some kind of combat pay for wading through what appears to be a beach of interminable oyster shells bathed in a swirl of man-eating skeeters, (The twilight shots backdrop the sex scenes beautifully but also serve to highlight the bugs and other nasties of the air.)

Essentially, Samantha is looking for her first lesbo encounter—ever. Mann is looking for some erection attributable to someone other than Samantha. Rachel Ashley serves both purposes dutifully and admirably, also providing the camera with an interim solo girl number for those of the T & A voyeuristic persuasion.

Certain shots within the script are canvass quality material thanks to locations provided by mother nature. The logic of the setting has more holes than imported Swiss, since no swinger in his right mind goes to look for people where no people can be found. But look beyond. To the poetry, man. The poetry.