Like the opening scene of Orson Welles' Touch of Evil (with decidedly less artistic flourish, mind you, let's not get too carried away) this amateur effort is shot in one long take. That might work in a short feature, but at 102 minutes it becomes a bit laborious.

The banter between Surf Girl and the amateur production crew is not as distracting as it can be in other amateur vids; in fact, it's downright hilarious at times. When a black stud is going down on portly Surf Girl early in the proceedings, the Georgia native drawls "If you find the remote control up there, let me know. It's been missin' for some time." The chatter becomes a part of the proceedings. That's both a plus and a minus. A plus for reasons already stated, a definite minus for the fact that it eventually distracts from any heat the sex might provide. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for almost one hour and forty-five minutes while SG is participating in mostly interracial threeway sex.