There are thousands of hacks directing porn, maybe millions now that we're in the Internet Age of the amateur. Sinclair at Vivid is an obscure director who should remain such.
This dumb show with a dumb title is a vehicle for contract actress Stefani Morgan, and has so little of value that one could round it off at zero. She plays (sort of) an informant for the FBI, coerced into that status by agent Dobson, a central and lengthy NonSex role for Van Damage.
He's out to get the goods on criminal Ben English, who runs strip clubs as fronts for his dealing in a date-rape drug called Honeysuckle. So we see strippers at work, a live sex show of lesbian strippers, plus the usual quota of boring sex scenes involving oversize cocks (belonging to English, Lee Stone as his head henchman and good bad guy Manuel Ferrera).
Besides handing in a poor script, Sinclair (who looks like a caricature of Stormy's hubby Brendon Miller, when viewed horsing around on set in the BTS short subject) has just three ladies in the cast, looking practically identical. Top of the fiasco with a plot structure lifted from Wilder's classic "Sunset Blvd.", with Damage as the voice-over corpse and you have non-entertainment of the lowest order.
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