Three scenes basically play out the same way: A not-so passable tranny arrives to walk a dog; only to discover a stuffed animal or that there is no canine to be walked! Wow. Then the strangers toss a few wilting salads on some of the ugliest sets we’ve ever scene. (You’d think that interior décor would be a priority here.)

Every once in a while, some decent head is performed, but that’s just a technical feat. Hell’s bells, one of the T’s can’t even manage an erection. Emotional chemistry is nil.

Retailing: Tranny filler.