Sort of mockingly playing herself, Dyanna Lauren is delightful, presented as a film star tired of receiving crummy scripts, who rewrites one she's been handed, tells the viewer directly what she has in mind, and then we see the scenes performed to her specs.
It's fun and thanks to Lauren performing as well, with masturbation and anilingus emphasized, a satisfying show. She digs the physique of Brad Armstrong so magically transports him from the set of one of his shoots in order to have him service her.
Production values are meager, as in a vignette set in a shoe store but shot in a living room instead. But to throw in that awful copout used when evaulating porn, who cares?
