Randy Spears in the director's chair settles for sex vignettes rather than a real feature in this failed vehicle for veteran superstar Amber Lynn.
He didn't bother with a script, a fact underscored in the BTS short subject where he informs the couple appearing in each segment of what they should do and more or less say right before shooting, rather than handing them a screenplay to read. Result is uninteresting scenes depicting neighborhood housewives getting it on with their husbands or whomever.
India Summer as Spears' wife is an elegant presence, whose smooth & silky voice is among the movie's highlights. Unfortunately, her scene (and total performance) is presented to open the show, when she should have hung around suspensefully till the finish.
Michelle McLaren takes breast in show, while star Lynn's scene, deep-throating an ill at ease Evan Stone, is anticlimactic.
