Paul Thomas usually was lazy beyond belief for his string of Vivid vehicles for the untalented Love twins Lyndsey and Lacey, but this one inexplicably wastes some time and energy on a boring murder mystery plot. It still adds up to nothing, and perhaps PT sensed that fact, signing it "Chuck Lords" rather than his more familiar porn moniker.
I felt sorry for talented Penny Flame, who provides interstitial sex as detective Nick Manning's wife, servicing him and questioning him about the murder case as a lame excuse for delivering verbal exposition between the XXX sex scenes. We're presented with a set of cornball suspects for the murder of California wine grower Gregory Gascoigne, played by Van Damage, and before you can say "The butler did it" Tony G's crummy screenplay ends up fingering somebody else.
A needlessly complex flashback structure drains any life out of this dead-on-arrival project, poorly acted especially by Manning who walks through his cop role with a distinctly non-regulation pony tail and delivers his cliched "Droppin' Loads" right on cue for a money shot.
The twins run around outdoors and look pretty, but are shoehorned into the story quite poorly by scripter Tony, sort of representing guest stars in their own Vivid show.
