Time: the not-too-distant future. Place: thermal-war ravaged earth. The entire planet's a desert ruled by wild men who care only about gasoline to fuel their vehicles, water to insure their survival, and women to get them off. And women are virtually reduced to slaves who are traded back and forth between them. Enter Mad Maxine,played by Crimson. She spans the dustbowl on a motorcycle, liberating the ladies and fighting the bad guys in this fine Mad Max-inspired tale. The costuming (including the grungy, stubble-faced, scarred actors), the sets and the performances are all excellent.

Wayne Summers is the head honcho whose henchman Jerry Butler ensnares Maxine's sister. Before being traded in Tijuana, she's handed over to Ron Jeremy for some anal play on a staircase. In the next scene, Butler leads Leanna Foxxx by a rope through a dry valley when Maxine stumbles upon them. If he can satisfy her, she'll let him live. Butler tries his best with some pile-driving pumping, but winds up coming in Maxine's hand. He's left behind to perish. Meanwhile, Summers is back at the burned-out headquarters having his way with Shawna. A blue backlight effect makes for an absolutely gorgeous cream facial shot in extreme closeup.

Maxine isn't stylized as a merciless ball-buster. She doesn't hate men — she just hates what they've done to the planet and the way they treat women. In a fireside conversationwith Foxxx, they reminisce about the green and blue days of earth, before men exploited its natural resources and the ozone layer cracked beyond repair. This leads to a decidedly different Sapphic encounter, complete with sensuous whipping and water play. But soon, the duo are captured by Jeremy and brought back to the camp. After a porch-top romp with Foxxx, Summers and Jeremy, Justice prevails and hopefully, paves the way for Mad Maxine 2.