I give Gary Graver credit for his Orson Welles and indie cinema career, but this lousy video is a prime example of how overrated he is as a porngrapher (using the name Robert McCallum). It's dreadful.
Most of the movie is merely all-sex, with interracial and anal content predominating. Graver's screenplay throws in utterly cornball "story" elements.
It's a tale of a girl band, hoping for success but mainly getting laid. Wayne Summers hams it up as an utter stereotype of a sleazy, "promise 'em anything" agent, who gets the girls a one-night gig. T. T. Boy shows up for an idiotic finale of getting them a recording contract to end the show with the girls humping him as a group.
