Well, things aren't what they used to be in the world of homemade porn. The inevitable result of even the most endearingly unprofessional product, - i.e., this line circa early volumes - is ultimately off-putting slickness. There are two scenes that measure up to the high standards of the genre.

The essential motifs are present: no crew or director are credited, and the performers are vaguely referred to by name, at best, but certainly not credited. The kick-off scene, containing some all-too-brief intercourse and several minutes of jacking off prior to a facial pop shot, is the best. The self-conscious nature of this performer (Exie?) and her notion of maintaining eye contact with the camera is quite arousing.

There is a lengthy romp on a motorboat in a Florida marina that is both amusing and arousing, but it feels very stagy with the slutty blonde beach slut constantly worrying that her mother will see her (on a neighboring boat). And please, what slut on Spring Break doesn't know what happens at the end of a blow job?! "What's this stuff?"

Later, there is a matter-of-fact lovemaking scene on a bed in a loft, but the rest feels like second unit pro-am leftovers.