With so much of the sticky stuff flying around this fuck flick, it makes you wonder why these girls bother to put on makeup.

Or hair products.

That's no exaggeration, and hyperbole is not a fault of this feature by any means. Nor is a literate sense of humor -- snappy quotes from Lord Byron or Samuel Taylor Coleridge on the subject of love break up the scenes. It all seems so appropriate with the semen sailing in the air.

But that's all frosting on the face - er, cake - Overdose cuts straight to the chase. With so much sex going on in the same place, it sounds more like mating season for migratory birds on some South Pacific island ("Ah, ohh, ahh!"). While not exactly a gangbang, not exactly a bukkake and not exactly an orgy (and when was the last time you saw one of those?), it's a carnal combo of all those sexual sports and makes for something a lot more interesting than golf.

Unlike overpaid athletes, these uncredited cuties work hard (or is that work hard-ons?) for their money; lots of furious fornication, forced feeding from a bowl of ball batter and, sometimes, licking said bowl clean (you know, like cookie dough?). There's also a little bit of wrestling among the women thrown into the mix, topping it off with face-sitting, spraying sperm into unsuspecting swallowers' surprised faces and a little bit of flog play in the final scene.

On a technical note, the camera moves around enough to keep interest in the gooey goings on, but not so much that everything becomes a blur.