"Useless" is the adjective that perfectly describes this offering, which suffers from a variety of minor ailments that eventually combine into a lethal cocktail. First is the annoying Q & A session (with scintillating inquires such as "What's your favorite sex toy?") appearing as onscreen text - and then redundantly recited/answered by the talent. The action itself is wholly mechanical; the staging awkward and the lighting harshly overexposed. Eventually Mr. Ricks' unimpressive directorial skills are laid bare by a scene with Asia, which is entirely comprised of softcore footage. (To top it all off, this auteur-wannabe has the hubris to claim the possessory credit "A Shawn Ricks Film.") Blecch.