"Fantasies realized," says the newspaper ad... and indeed she does. Jeanna Fine portrays a bored Beverly Hills housewife whose polished veneer of conformity crumbles as she seeks a shadowy alter-existence as a high-price hooker, wandering the dirty streets of hollywood, changing clothes in grimy bathrooms as well as in lush hotel rooms. The scenario is interspersed with sensual, surreal, "fly-on-the-wall" touches. One second she's at home, having coffee with her indifferent hubby at the breakfast nook, watching the "Psycho Weather Girl From Hell," whose lips babble out of sync with her voice; the next, a pan to Mike Horner in a hotel room, while a video of what appears to be himself receiving a long, slurpy b.j. in super-duper close-up plays in the background; or joining in with a couple in their first tentative three-way. Not a lick of dialogue escapes her lips... or any of the other characters. But then again, mere words alone cannot describe the smouldering, moody presence of Ms. Fine.