It's a mystery – here's a vid that is, by any standards, competent, full of tasty young newcummers and capable bone-wielders; yet it contains no peaks or valleys. No highlights, no lowlights. Every scene chugs along at a medium pace - just like the one that preceded it and the one about to follow. It's not bad - just about as memorable as the Kleenex it takes to mop up from a stroke session.

Perhaps the endemic genericness is a trickle-down effect stemming from its very name. Say it. "Wild Youth Cheerleader Bedrooms." It doesn't exactly roll off the tongue or spark fireworks. In any case, we're sure that there are enough youth-craving viewers out there to warrant its purchase. Though they may not remember what they'd seen in the cold light of morning.

Retailing: What were we talking about anyway?