Magic is really just the art of misdirection, but misdirected as this effort is, it sure ain't magical. First of all, the girls credited on the cover and in the product are entirely different. Secondly, there's not even lip service paid to the all-girl sorority angle. Finally, there is no spy - i.e. voyeur - secretly taping the lezberterian hijinxs from a hidden vantage point.

Sorority Spy generally delivers tepid sex, but at least it's authentic: sans toys, some of the girls resort to thigh humping. At least one kitchen scene relieves the utter boredom of earlier bedroom encounters.