Nsulting one's intelligence is the province of Cash Markman and Scotty Fox, especially in this pretentious stinker starring Randy Spears at his most smug. Dotted with many pretty girls for distraction, it is otherwise unwatchable.
He plays a collector of people, as his sex slaves carrying the cliches of the "BDSM lifestyle" to a ridiculous extreme. Not extreme in the sense of gross-out, but extreme in the sense of carrying zero belivability.
So beautiful women stand around his home simulating department store mannequins, like those that in stillness amaze passerby that they are alive and not just clothes racks.
Jonathan Morgan plays a sort of a pimp who supplies Randy with fresh slaves and his effete manner of speaking in no funnier than his usual dumb accents or hammy performances.
The video is short but still tedious because of the boring unreality presented. Spears also has erotic fantasies, with amateurish use of cheapo optical video FX. Sex scenes are mechanical and the "twist" ending is utterly phony, just another groaner.
