The world of Invictus will look familiar to anyone with a love for well-crafted, micro-budget dystopian futures or a nose for current events. In a nutshell: Climate change and social conservatism have ravaged the earth. One-time scientist now sexual outlaw Jane Darling is trying to get a hard drive, the only hope for mankind’s salvation, to her now-forbidden scientist girlfriend. The two have sex in a deeply sensual flashback. Along the way, she meets Paul Young, a renegade journalist on the lam who thinks he’s clever. The two have sex during a post-wound recovery fantasy sequence, then later for reals.

Although the infrastructure is presumably shot, our heroes are clean, neatly trimmed, and genitally smooth. Caution is thrown to the wind repeatedly in spite of talk of traveling restrictions, and condoms are apparently a thing of the past. These traditional ripples in the continuity stream aside, Invictus is a thing of beauty. Snack-sized in length, blessed with high quality visuals, strong direction from Angie Rowntree, appealing sex, and a solid story to string them together, it will probably appeal less to the neo-con and climate denial fapper than to the left leaning solo or partnered sexer.