Following up on earlier successes can be a, well, bitch, and Bitch 2 falls short of Bitch 1, let alone Foster's stunning Nightmare. Has Britney mellowed a bit post-motherhood? Maybe, but certainly not entirely as a couple of the all-Sapphic scenes here rock the, uh, cradle.

The nastiest in the best Foster tradition is a loud, frantic fourway hardware ho-down with Aria (sorta Foster's on screen alter ego in all her work), Shy Love, Jamie Brooks and someone named Cole Conners. Even louder and more frantic is the Lyla Lei/Emily Devinci closer. No holes are safe either, with dil d.p.s. and semi-fisted mouths frequent sights. But Brit? Next time out, lose the brightly colored, modestly-sized vibes in favor of big fuckin' black ones. Way hotter.

The remaining three scenes, meanwhile, are too laid back for their own good, though each has its moments.

Pre-noms: Best All-Girl Sex Scene, Aria, Shy Love, Jamie Brooks and Cole Conners.