This very corny (no screenplay listed, per usual) rom-com vehicle for Wicked contract girl Kirsten Price is sabotaged by its director Brad Armstrong, who cast himself in the male lead -check that, miscast himself. It's obvious right in the opening reel that a younger, more romantic actor should have gotten the nod.
So we have deadly dull Jack played by Brad, a guy looking for a new roommate. His pals are Kris Slater and TJ Cummings, lads interested in playing videogames or finding chicks for sex. TJ gives an awful performance somewhere between a mindless jock and a retard.
Enter Price, a real beauty who immediately has a 3-way with Slater and TJ as a reward for their helping move her stuff into the house after stiff Brad reluctantly accepts here as his new roommate. When he goes to bed a clumsy edit shows us Brad humping his now ex-girlfriend Asa Akira, turning out to be just his erotic dream.
It takes an eternity before the sudden cornball happy ending of Brad and Kirsten in the sack, instigated by her. Before that happens mega-busty neighbor Rhyse Richards gets two sex scenes of her own, one humping Brad and the other a contrived 3-way in the kitchen with her husband (played by Randy Spears) and Kirsten.
This is lousy, uninspired filmmaking, made watchable only by Kirsten's charm.
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