Here's one of those strange features that counts very much on its gimmick — sex in public or unusual places — and succeeds or fails on that basis. This one generally succeeds in keeping the viewer's interest, even if the sex itself isn't so hot.
Of the five scenes, three are worthy of comment, for different reasons. The opener has newcomer Vision sunbathing and masturbating on her (screened) front porch, when mailman Rick Masters shows up, and the two have wordless sex. Well, not exactly wordless, as Ms. Vision moans deliciously, especially when Masters explores her back door.
The third scene has Michael J. Cox and Daphne mating underneath a railroad trestle, balanced on two boards, with what looks like a steep drop below them. Nonetheless, the two rut like animals in heat, in standing doggie style, and later lying down, seemingly poised between the bridge above and the crevice below. This is a particularly well-shot scene.
But it's the finale that takes the tape's title to extremes. Nikki Sinn and Rick Masters wander into a small record shop and proceed to sate their lust right on bins full of David Bowie, Eric Clapton, etc. Most of the customers don't seem to notice the fornication, but one ("Wanda Wallinski," a face quite familiar to L.A. porn writers) begins playing with herself and egging the pair on. Quoth the shop owner, "This happens sometimes when we get a new Menudo record."
Of the rest, Umma's Mile High Club initiation is worthwhile, but guys, if you're going to use a stunt cock, it should be at least of the same race as your main actor (Jimmy Z.). There's also a girl/girler that takes place in the open back of a station wagon, between Sahara Sands and Sydney Dance, but in this case, the ambiance is more interesting than the action.