Frankly, we're bewildered. How can Max display such flair during his interstitial segments, which are beautifully edited and quite often hilarious (such as the meaningful conversation he carries on with a blow-up doll at the LA Erotica Convention) yet be so utterly, numbingly devoid of creativity when the sex begins?

Identical to everything he shoots these days, Extreme Schoolgirls 8 contains virtually all the elements which have empowered Max's [notorious] reputation: jailbaity girls with cheap makeup and vacant smiles. Forced blowjobs. Rivers of drool. Tool and die ass-fucking. Misused gynecological hardware. Slather, rinse and repeat ad nauseum. (In Kammy's segment, he alters the routine ever so slightly by nailing her rump before committing oral abuse. Does that count for something?)

Again, we're forced to repeat what we've said so often before. Being that this genre of non-human interaction has its share of rabid enthusiasts, it's good - for what it is.