I know you should be forgiving of an indie. And I am. Believe me, I am.
So never mind the horrid soundtrack, if you can call it that. Never mind the locations are predictable, and the looping is off. Never mind that not all the girls are model quality--after all, they're taking their clothes off, aren't they?
What's unforgivable about this one is the way the director and cinematographer run out of ideas about 20 minutes in. So let's not consult a book or another movie for some ideas--let's just shoot some clouds, and cut away to them repeatedly. Going into a pharmacy and want to show time passing? Clouds. Changing locales? Clouds. Changing days? Hey, you guessed it-more clouds.
It's also not nice to stick your actors on the screen for 20 seconds and give them nothing to do. Our hero spends much of his time staring into a miasma just in front of the camera lens and then, getting a mysterious cue, begins his speech. Mind you, they didn't have a boom mic, so it's looped--and what's the point of leaving him there all that time before the VO begins? Does he not know how to read?
I won't spoil the ending for you, as god knows if you can make it to the end you deserve something, and there's little enough there. Suffice it to say that no one had any ideas for a fitting climax, and that's truly unfortunate in a soft-core porn film.
Pass on this one. Rent Performance again and see the flip side of this completely amateurish effort.