Typical of the modern trend toward generic scenes rather than porn features, this nonsensical filler has five segments in which porn actors or actresses give us a tour of their abode, totally fake and completely uninteresting. Certainly not worthy of a medium that 60 years ago gave us Edward R. Murrow puffing on his cigarette and interviewing the greats of the era in their homes.
Mark Sloan, dressed nattily, does the shtick twice, first showing us an uninteresting apartment and later the garage where his hot rod hangs out. Like the other scenes, it's merely an excuse for humping, either one on one or group sex. Quality talent like Savannah Gold and Suzie Best show up, but this is tedious and pointless in the extreme, typical of the work of primitive pornographer Hazza B'Gunne.
DVD is put together with exceeding sloppiness: not displaying the 2 of its Volume 2 status anywhere but in the bottom-of-the-screen display text when one checks on the running time. I won't be searching for Volume 1 anytime soon.
Mark Sloan, dressed nattily, does the shtick twice, first showing us an uninteresting apartment and later the garage where his hot rod hangs out. Like the other scenes, it's merely an excuse for humping, either one on one or group sex. Quality talent like Savannah Gold and Suzie Best show up, but this is tedious and pointless in the extreme, typical of the work of primitive pornographer Hazza B'Gunne.
DVD is put together with exceeding sloppiness: not displaying the 2 of its Volume 2 status anywhere but in the bottom-of-the-screen display text when one checks on the running time. I won't be searching for Volume 1 anytime soon.