Julie Meadows portrays – stop me if you’ve heard this one before – a sexually frustrated housewife whose husband is too work-occupied to tend to her needs.

To the rescue come her very life-like dreams, in which she’s transformed via some cheesy special effect to a netherworld of carnal adventurers who hang out – where else? – in a tacky ‘70s-retro nightclub complete with mirrored disco ball and enough artificial smoke for an Ozzy Osbourne concert (who exactly thinks this stuff up?).

In the end, of course, hubby Randy Spears finally comes to his senses and fucks her silly.  Unfortunately, as in the case with all hoary porn clichés, said obligatory happy ending is telegraphed by a good country mile.

Oh yeah, the sex.  It ain’t that much more exciting than the state of Meadows’ marriage at vid’s beginning.  The six middle-of-the-road scenes amply demonstrate that it takes more than just decent energy to create smut that’s strokable.