Looks like someone has a nice house nestled on the beach in Ensenada, Mexico that they loaned to director Tom Stone. A long way to travel to shoot something as uninspired as an Oprah Book Club selection.

The seven sex scenes are an odd assemblage of condom and non-condom (condom in four scenes, non in three), featuring average-looking Latinas who never speak a word. For reasons unknown, Stone instructs the girls in five of the scenes to look into the camera with wide, bright Pepsodent smiles while they await their face full of boiling ball juice.

Jay Gore's Latin-themed score is the only appealing contribution.