The box is all slasher-killer, and while the innards are pure Euro-smut, they hardly warrant this hyperbolic treatment on the cover. While hands will reach for it, mild disappointment may result (like, what Fists of Fury implies is not even hinted at in the footage itself).

Very straightforward, vignette-style wall-to-waller, blessedly left intact with its original soundtrack, CX4 features pretty performers, two-camera set-ups, plenty of anal, d.p., double-vag, and the pussy-ass ass-mouth switchbacking that gives me the screaming mimis.