Dough plays on the white suburban anxieties as smack-talking homies inform us that these bitches prefer black cock, because they're bigger (how original). Wesley Pipes could do this routine in his sleep. He's still the best on the market when it comes to interracial degradation.

Actually these girls don't seem to care what color the cock is. Missy Monroe's d.p. is exactly what Dough is aiming for in each scene. It's as intense as race card carnality gets. Elsewhere, Jasmine, Billy Banks and Wesley Pipes gloriously pummel one another. Commendable is the authoring, setting some kind of record for sub-scene chapter breakdown.

The attempt at social satire is either racist or ridiculous (check out those menus!)