Perhaps the most hellacious waste of burgeoning talent to cross the AVN threshold thus far this year, Pink Facktor 6 is a fruitless exercise is stylized frustration. Most of the running time is spent on a cool-looking, 70s-era set, which resembles nothing less than a cast-off from H.R. Puffinstuff. (Or more accurately, Muffinstuff, in that the mouth-wateringly youthful girls are strict vaginatarians.)

Decked out in bikinis and go-go boots, the cast prance around blow-up furniture, twirling hoola hoops and blowing nothing more than bubbles. Much to our intense disappointment, these unspoiled lipstick lesbians begin a series of gropes which are lensed - quite stupidly - just like the aforementioned kiddie show... i.e. from a near-static camera which lazily zooms into the action from afar. Rubbing salt into the gash, the viewer is even deprived of their vocals as a monotonous music track replaces the moans and groans!

Taking a break from this set-up, one of the knockout babes engages in kinky nipple and clit stimulation by way of well-placed clothespins. Instead of sharp visuals, the screen now becomes enveloped in murky grain, and, once again, the natural soundtrack is replaced by a garage synthesizer.

It'll be a miracle if Mr. E. ever gets his shit together - but unlike our loins, hope springs eternal.