The leading lady pages through the memoirs of her highlights and, unfortunately, her lowlights as well. Aurora is sexy, her new wave/semi-mohawk haircut is hot, but I can do without breast tattoos.

The zenith of the feature is a ménage-a-trois in the control room of a recording studio. The pits include: distractingly frequent close-up shots that last too long and a shaving scene that strays closer to terror than arousal (and I'm a fan of shaving scenes).

I can neither praise nor condemn Aurora's Secret Diary. It plays like standard porn and has its ups and down.