In its own little way, this is a disjointed masterpiece. Director Daslate uses every effects setting he can find in five sex scenes (one g/g) that look like they may lead into a plot, but don't. Like the first scene, where tight close-ups of a girl sucking her finger and fiddling with a gun while driving are intercut with a sex scene. Eventually, the twain meet and Ms. Finger-Sucker, all dressed in shiny black, uses the gun to add an extra pop or two to the one we just saw that ended the scene. Jump-cut to somebody opening a champagne bottle and Mark Davis, shaven-headed and sinister, smoking a cigarette as he walks down a tree-shaded lane. Soon he's doing a scene with a girl. No, two girls. Does any of it go anywhere? No. Is it fun to watch? Hell yes.