From quickies in claustrophobic hallways to the kind of intricate scenarios generally found in Greek epic poems, Home Cookin' Whores is your basic study in contrasts. But, whichever way you like your sex tales tole, this tape is one hellacious blowjob and one gooey facial after another. In which case, pre-nom it in the oral-themed category come awards time.

In one of the more detailed sketches, Danish import Melissa Jones thumbs a ride along deserted train tracks, hoping to catch a freight to Hollywood. Rodney convinces the gullible Melissa that he can offer her a shortcut to stardom by way of his apartment, then pulls a reverse psychological number to get into her blond pants.

"The less said, the better" is generally the prevailing wisdom for most of the other scenes, with Rodney cutting an extravagant mess on some young girl's kisser. When Moore's not on center stage, guys like Dwayne provide more than ample replacement. The Dwaynester squat-fucks his partner Francesca in the ass, and delivers a payload that would make the king of cream proud.