With another director steering the ship, Barely Legal could easily sink, but a seasoned vet like Waters knows the – um, waters like the back of her trigger finger. Granted, two pop shots wander off course due to last-second repositioning of the performers. (As if it's so difficult to remain immobile for the camera while in the throes of a thundering orgasm.)

Truth be told, the final three scenes are phoned in and relatively worthless. But the first two - that's another story. Randy Spears gets it on with Teena Fine in a chemistry-fueled encounter; boosted by the fact that the hot footage he's shooting with his new camcorder actually makes it into the production.

(Speaking of production, the setting for BL51 is an eye-catching location best described as Gothic Moderne.)

Retailing: Go for the gutso: Promote Trinity's ass-busting scene.