Seriously lacking imagination in both concept and execution, HHC14 plays something like that Bill Murray flick Groundhog Day - if only by way of needless repetition.

Individually, four light-skinned homie girls take turns reciting biographical bullshit while parked in the corner of a motel room; after which they're whisked to the bed in order to service a few well-hung (but uncharacteristically bored) gentlemen. Sometimes the couples can't even work up the energy to make it to the bed.

With such a laissez-faire attitude entrenched in the producer's mind, it should come as no surprise that their viewers will want to take a nap before jerking off instead of afterwards.