A Swedish import with awful over-dubbing and less heat than a frozen bottle of Stoli. To make matters worse, all five scenes in this two-and-a-half hour boredom blitz are framed against the same drab, gray and green sofa. We never see the face of the man behind the camera, but his frumpy body, small cock and shriveled nut sack are enough to give us the general image of what we don't want to see. As for the eye candy - the girls - it's wall-to-wall Nordic beauty: high cheekbones, blonde hair and aloof attitude.