On the plus side, Strokers reveals some fine videography - the same kind of roving, handheld close-ups which permeate Rodney's hetero lines - and the trannies are all impressively hung.

On the minus side, they're not a particularly passable bunch; especially when seen in Sammy's sun-baked locations. Perhaps mood lighting would take the edge off rampant titty-job scars and three o'clock shadow.

The problem with any genre solo piece is that despite their sticky remains, most are dispassionate affairs. (And what exactly are viewers supposed to think after Krissi's extended monologue about her unsuccessful exploits?) Melissa, a bathtub queen, comes off as the horniest crank yanker.