Irony doesn't usually play a large part in adult productions, but is just seems so bloody unfair that Jassie, the pretty Penthouse pet/hostess of this rather mediocre effort, doesn't even receive an opportunity to salvage it.

Like its innumerable predecessors, I Touch Myself emphasizes content over style, but the head-on angle becomes tiresome after the first sequence, and the subject matter (which never peaks above tepid) simply cannot justify the approach.

Viewers who enjoy whacking it to rail-thin Asian women will undoubtedly like the Charisma segment, as will those who cotton to über-inflated Vegas strippers. Ah, Jassie, come home! We pine for ya!