If a lukewarm Anal sequence with Rocco Siffredi and Monique (nice facial splash, though) barely raises your tentpole, don't say we didn't warn you. The story (shutterbug Mike Horner on the prowl for a great butt) is about as original as an Elvis sighting; and the performances deader than week-old road kill. Canterbury, who also wrote this tawdry mess, knows – and has directed – much better.