Rubber-tressed girls aimlessly wander around a wooded area playing sub-dom games, tooling around with sharp objects and glass dongs, allowing themselves to be whipped and spanked by a similarly-attired Mistress in blue? whose evil lair appears to be located behind a rather large dumpster. (No comment.)

It's not like we expect or even require logic to be applied to specialty material – though it's a refreshing change on the few occasions when such does occur. All we ask is that the content emits a faint semblance to authentic suffering instead of moronic play-acting. (That, plus a fair attempt to present some fresh ideas in the garment department.)

Rubber Mania provides neither. It's not incompetent within the admittedly lower standards of the genre, but its creative level is awfully uninspired. Viewers who are committed to the lifestyle will probably find it vacuous; neophytes less so.

Retailing: Specialty filler.