The most novel aspect of Sinclair, the Southern Gentleman of swingers: Anyone could shoot this stuff. The sound is constantly muddled, the videography is a handheld hodgepodge, the performers aren't winning any beauty contests. And that's the point - Sinclair celebrates and captures anyone and everyone's sexuality with his homemade equal-opportunity orgies.

Sinclair invites two white studs and two black dudes over to fuck the most recent addition of his stable: Gem. Sinclair provides the play-by-play, enabling a comfy atmosphere for the performers. Gem is never very aroused, or perhaps that's just the way she is. In fact she looks downright bored.

Still, Sinclair's directorial flair is improving, even if he does keep things more amateurish, than amateur.