The story's that Dale Jordan and Mark Anthony do Brazil, with exotic foreign talent Claudia Bella, Samantha Alencar, Sandro Da Rosa, Kid Jamaica and some native L.A. ringers filling out the line-up. The mountain has come to Mohammed in this one, though it would be great if Jordan and Anthony could get out in the field for their next plundering of alien soil, rather than gathering representatives in the same two bedrooms over and over.

This is a relatively small complaint, however, as fucking and capture are what this line's all about. Porn ain't a travelogue; it would behoove some producers to remember. The Brazilians are gorgeous and nasty, and well-matched by Americans Mary Jane and Sinnamone, for instance. Woodslinging's rock-steady and righteous. Fair-to-good production value makes everything look decent.