While the sex in J.J. Michaels' two scenes is better than average, his constant yakking grates. Better to leave the sound down, then, when he assfucks Anne Howe, who's distraught over the disappearance of her rubber ducky (with whom she has impassioned conversations) and uses Michaels as a substitute companion. Michaels also appears as an overly chatty mummified body who's brought to life (and subsequently d.p.s. Julianna Sterling with the help of Dave Hardman). While all the sex is good, this reviewer's pick is when Hardman essays the role of Jeffrey Dahmer, "tenderizing" the Euro-bodies of sex slaves Oliver Sanchez and Carmen. Not to fear, though: morally-driven cop Jim Powers bursts in at the end and arrests the horny cannibal.