This steamy heap of contrived and pretentious excrement was about as awkward to watch as a baboon humping a football. Five minutes in my spidey sense started tingling. You know that feeling. But instead of just turning it off, I was compelled to see it through after how confusing and uninspired the first bondage scene ended. She didn't even get raped! And the tennis guy who drugged her was never in the rest of the movie, and was replaced by the exact opposite man, physically. I laughed hysterically, feeling as demented as the ridiculous script and lack of plot. The characters constantly contradicted one another, the entire movie was devoid of any continuity, and not once did they ever say what the safe word was! Was it Love? And the half naked groan worthy anti rape campaign message would have even the biggest bull of the dykes vomiting her intestines out. And then I finally saw what killed the movie from the word go, as the credits scrolled, and damn near a bakers dozen writers names flicked across the screen. Oh man. No but seriously you gotta check this out.
