Katrina Kraven is a gothic/punk entity of dynamic intensity. Hers is a quality of off-kilter contemporary sex appeal. The sheer delight exhibited as jizz is spread across her brow riles an erection and a smile. Elsewhere Jewel straps-on a dildo, doing her best porn-stud impersonation. This is her trademark role-reversal motif in girl/girl scenes, and it's a frenzied, feel-good romp.
Beyond Kraven and the strap-on stretch, this release is a lukewarm lurch, absent of consistency and energy. Jewel's presence at the helm is lacking. Is she is still cutting her directorial teeth here? John Nystrom's non-lighting results in a surprising sink into generic amateurish murkiness.