This is another Zane attempt at post-Max Hardcore raunch.  Replete with name-calling, orifice-stretching, and men wearing executioner's hoods, it's one ripping anal invasion after another. Undeniably hot and filthy, with a parade of similar brunettes on the receiving end of the abuse, it's utterly without style, unless you count frequent gynecological closeups as style.  This male-control fantasy's without a whit of Max's charm but there's a big market for this kind of porn, and those customers quite rightly look for the Zane label.  Stock liberally.