Billed as a "true story", I guess one is to believe that taking your clothes off in front of oily, learing men isn't all that it's cracked up to me. U-g-g-h, sorry. This is one of those psycho-introspection pieces where we're supposed to dance around in the head of Melanie Carr as she dances in a local strip club. Very similar in scope to Chuck Vincent' Roommates, the feature explores relationships between women caught on the same ugly treadmill and what happens when overexposure to the fast lane leads to mental carcinoma.

A generous melange of exotic dance routines is the calling card here. Plenty of on-stage full nudity and off-stage lingerie shots with a good music score to keep things rolling.