A tremendous piece of filmic work from master Celeste; damned if the thing doesn't look like a real movie - the kind you see in theaters. The sets are evocative, the talent first-rate, and the direction is a sensual treat, creating a languid, slightly hazy world of dreamy sexuality where nary a word is spoken. Of course, when you've got something as enticing as this to watch, who needs dialogue?

Devon kicks things off as a floor-scrubbing sexpot, who cleans up Jean Val Jean's mess, but good. Jesse Jane shines as a stacked, glamorous, Veronica Lake-type dom who teaches Scott Nails who's boss. What a delight to see newcomer Jesse Capelli in action, here in a slo-mo, lust-sational outing with the pneumatic, latex-clad Jesse Jane.

If there was any question about Devon's food preferences, they're laid to rest in a vegetarian's nightmare of a scene that features the topless blond filth queen chopping up raw, red meat. Enter culinary cocksman Kurt Lockwood to rub the chuck all over her curvaceous frame before a sound boff-sesh takes place on the cutting board. Apparently Devon was naughty; later we find her wonderfully restrained under the gaze of an Easter Island head before she miraculously frees herself to, well, enjoy herself. You'll get all this plus a lush soundtrack in Decadence.

Pre-nom: Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography, Best Director - Non-Feature.