Roy Alexandre has been bopping around the pornographic plateau long before AVN. If one thing's for sure, this is a guy who tends to ignore (or be completely impervious to) trends. Since day one, his style – being the polar opposite of "auteur theory" – hasn't changed a bit. (Throwback music loops only serve to further reinforce the conventionality of it all.) His lens is highly objective. If there's chemistry occurring in the room, he captures it. If the performers are just grinding away for the bucks, he'll shoot it. If there's paint drying on the walls, he's right on top of it.

This basically leaves the success of his canon to sheer chance, which also explains why one month he's garnering four AAAAs and the next, AA 1/2. Well, the dice have rolled again, and lucky seven has failed to appear. Five top-heavy wenches are again paraded out for requisite humping. Most of them have areolas the size of beverage coasters and prove to be equally as passionate.

Retailing: Tons of bouncy, brainless hooters for the masses.