Once again, Cash Markman and his indulgent director Scotty Fox strain the audience's patience with an insultingly stupid porn movie. It tries to be hip but is merely incompetent.
P. J. Sparxx looks just fine but her acting is at its worst, playing a homewrecker thumb tripping her way down the highway to ruin people's lives or maybe kill them. There's no violence here, just the threat of same.
The movie is constructed so badly that it makes one wonder why Cash (a/k/a Marc Cushman) works in real life -away from porn- teaching college students about screenwriting. I suspect he keeps his alternate porn identity a secret from them.
A couple of flashbacks introduced by P. J. in surprising and utterly illogical moments of candor, show how she manipulated poor Tom Byron to try and steal him away from his wife Carolyn Monroe, and P. J. admits to offing her. Her new mark, Randy West puts up with her nonsense (she seduces both him and his wife Molly White -latter an actress who I couldn't identify and remains a mystery in IMDb needing further research) until a very awkward finale when he throws her out and a tacked on scene with new couple Raven Richards and Cal Jammer leads to a completely unbelievable open-ending.
When this one's over, you feel you've been jerked around and played for a chump. Thanks to Cash & Scotty.