First thing you'll notice is that the name Lee is all over the damn place. Not only is the production company, writer, producer and director all named Lee, the performers have been bestowed honorary Lees as well. (We were half expecting Stan Lee to jump in and shout "Hey there, True Believers! Make mine Marvel!")

This is one helluva myopic theme to hammer viewers with for two and a half hours. While the gals give it a decent effort, it's clear that bob 'n kneel-jobs grow to be tedious long before the L Man blows his load(s). By nature of the content, the angles must be limited - yet the videography needn't be as grainy as it is. (Unless consistency in mediocrity is the goal.)

Actually, two girls aren't named Lee. One makes the mistake of calling herself "Karma Santino." Blue Ice (aptly named for her blue cornrows) entirely ignores the premise. The absence of Lee-dom does not enhance their scenes in any way.

If only the auteur would spend as much time making a hot video as he does repeating his name, he'd have something more worthwhile to show for it.

Retailing: Ethic filler/oral section.