A "swirl fest" could mean many things, but judging by the opening credit sequence, it appears as though a thorough tongue-sucking tango is in store for the viewer. If only it were true. The few moments the cast actually swap spit with any degree of passion quickly expire in this montage, leaving about 66 minutes for the girls to 69, etc.

The remaining sequences - which bounce between unconvincing sets and cramped bedrooms - are fairly useless in whole but occasionally reach a few worthwhile, if fleeting, peaks. The jail cell opener with Catalina and an unidentified black girl works slightly better than the others because the lack of toys force the girls to rely on that old standby, digital manipulation … a simple lesbian technique which seems to be so overlooked these days. Unfortunately, the videographer ruins most of the compositions by shooting right off the set, revealing the stage and spoiling whatever prison-esque fantasy the viewer [might] be indulging in at the time.