Rather than Kevin Costner's funeral (The Big Chill), Hard Choices affords old school chums the vehicle of a shoot-the-bull reunion over Nick Random/Shanna McCullough's exchange of vows. A May-December situation if ever there was one.

Random as college prof Andrew Thompson is well aware of the age discrepancy and overcompensates for his insecurities with hardline sexual dialogue -usually tossed in the direction of McCullough's backside as he's thumping her. As it goes, ol' professor Thompson has taken the concept of private tutelage very seriously, judging by the extent of his conquests from the university days, which includes Nina Hartley, Blondi and Krista Lane.

These ladies including their current or ex-beaus are invited to the festivities to rehash some old bitternesses plus indulge in some newly acquired sexual partners. But skulking beneath the surface of these dalliances is the incontrovertable fact that each person is extremely vulnerable from their own personal failures.

Hard Choices certainly allows its characters full range and freedom of expression and emotion. Blondi, as a hash slinger, finally gets to do some acting. Krista Lane, as a Bible Belt evangelist, is a little too much on the hyperbole and Jessica Wylde as the stone cold bitch might have been a little less arctic. Nevertheless, Hard Choices hits home both as a talkpiece and an entertainment vehicle for sexuality.