Cinderella's Hot Night

Take a five-minute script and pad it out with a dozen or so really bad sex scenes featuring plastic (in both physical and thespian aspects), and you have yourself a movie perhaps suitable for a thirteen-year-old trying to learn about the shadier aspects of anatomy.

Seriously, this thing makes Days of Our Lives seem like a masterpiece in comparison.

If you're not one of the aforementioned pubescent target audience, it's probably best to give this a wide berth - you'll likely wear your fast-forward button out trying to get through it.