From the dreary music to the sad way they portray the hapless characters in need of help or therapy, this is the opposite of an upbeat release. One tends to feel sorry for the performers, and the haphazard way it is shot emphasizes this effect. Everyone is too serious.

That said, pity poor Amy Brooke, whose mental bailiwick is reserved for gambling. Waiting for her family to show for her intervention, she finds herself playing strip poker—which naturally leads to sex. Raylene and Cody Lane, faced with a guy who is a chronic masturbator, find solace in one another’s arms and pussies while Briana Blair takes care of his built-up pressure. And so it goes with various problems not getting solved, but rather alleviated by temporary sexual manipulation.