The first rule of sequels is to quit while ahead. Rodney Moore and Wolf Savage should have taken the advice and stayed on Uranus where they landed in Cumm Brothers #7.

Picture a sci-fi movie with a female cast that all looks alike, shot in a bedroom in Rodneyvision and you've got the force that drives Escape From Uranus, a soporific space journey that should bring the "Cumm Brothers" down to earth.

Last seen, Rodney had become the obsequious love toy to the dominating, cum-sucking princess Nadia. Wolf, with the aid of a palace snitch, pops a secret pill in Nadia's diet that has the effect of role reversal.

Escape From Uranus features the standard Rodney bag-of-tricks: foot worship and anal, except most of the anal scenes seem affected by the gravitational pull of Uranus, which, as any astronomy buff knows, is manifest by technically correct ass insertions and immobile facial gestures linked to impassive body language. Oh, there's manifest life signs here and there, but the total energy quotient is on the same gut level as high impact aerobics on a cheese danish diet. And we all know how comfortable that gets.

Remember when marketing that Volumes 7 & 8 go together but that Vol. 7 is the stronger of the two shows.