The late, not so great Bruce Seven, was clearly an amateur when it comes to filmmaking or should I say videomaking? This typical home movie shot in his living room (it would seem) is p*ss poor.
I've seen it all before: girls parade around or dance in front of the auteur in shades sitting on his couch, pondering whether to take a cat o' nine tails to them or just his trusty riding crop. He created an audience for this sludge - manhandling women for fun and profit, and similar creeps like Jack Banner followed in his footsteps.
Chief disher outer of pain this time is Ariana, a talented mainstream porn actress of the VHS era when she wasn't stooping this low. Her other half Luc Wylder (ignominiously misspelled as Wilder in the credits) also shows up to give a little hurt, and one no-namer named Casee suffers the most. But not as much as the gentle viewer out there in Video Land.