Director Lance Heywood is best known for appearing in dozens of those pseudo-amateur videos. I think he should stick to directing. Not videos. Traffic, maybe, but not videos. The "script" that Lance is given to work with consists of girls wondering if black guys have big dicks and guys and gals boffing at the drop of a zipper. This is the sort of show that directs itself. The sex starts off slowly but grinds to a halt. The Gidget-Tonisha Mills scene has all the heat of a cold shower-something you won't need to take after seeing it. And Cal Jammer seems to have settled into his blank expression period. Not much here.