When a video starts out with its director offering a sincere apology for making a feature that is confusing and not very good - accompanied by topless translators speaking French, Czechoslovakian and, er, British to echo the same sentiments in their native tongue - well, that doesn't sound very reassuring, now does it?

The threadbare plot, in which the mob takes over collections for Jim South's talent agency and terrorizes the industry, meanders in and out of consciousness in such a way that it's apparent there was no script. It drags. The sound is poor at best. There's far too much talking and too little sex, but what sex there is, is rather uninspired and by-the-numbers with two exceptions: Nikita Denise and Kimi Lixx make the best of the great outdoors by working it in a hot g/g scene, and Herschel Savage's threeway with Denise and Wanda Curtis is equally delish, though it would have been better without the constant interruption of Savage's in-character bitching and Jimmy D.'s direction. There is, however, one good quotable from the vid courtesy Savage, who says, "You were thinkin' about my cack? Again? That's all you think about is my cack!" Gotta love Savage.