When she was bad she was better. There will be a time when couples who fail to communicate will be able to do so sexually, through a fantasy facilitator who can be as nasty as you could ever imagine. Literally. Go ahead. Imagine. The time is now. Kira is ready.
In mid-fuck with Kira Kener, Cheyne Collins asks her, “Are you there? I’m doing all the work here,” and about half a second after he pops he says “I gotta go” and does. Kener goes to work where she and Randy Spears are shrinks – Spears in military khaki, Kener in décolleté lab coat – and Kener takes an interest in a new experimental drug that will bring sexual feeling back to patients. Like Dale DaBone, getting laid by a sex surrogate in that cell there, or these two female patients getting in touch with their inner Rosie O’Donnell. Enthusiastic about the new experiments, she’s keen to tell Collins, who blows her off, because he’s an Insensitive Man and he Just Doesn’t Care. This makes Kener keen to dose Collins, but he takes the drug and nothing happens. She reports this to Spears and then something happens. Between Spears and Kener. But soon after the story ends with a thud, its potential unrealized.
Well shot and edited, but ultimately empty and disappointing. Five sex scenes. — Critical Rating: AAA (AVN)
