Hello dear readers, it's time for another episode of our favorite game show,"What's More Frustrating?" Please make your selection from the following examples:
A) Pretty lesbian performers slathering each other in oil, massaging their boobs and engaging in long, soulful French kisses ... that lead absolutely nowhere, when the sequence seemingly ends before it really begins? Or: B) Pretty lesbian performers failing - miserably, and at great length - to ad-lib themselves out of a thespic paper bag, which the director has clearly mistaken for an effective domination scenario? The answer, after these messages.

...We're back! The correct response to "What's More Frustrating?" is ****drum roll**** both A and B! There's NOTHING more frustrating than a good waste of talent (unless we're talking about the time of porn critics). Stuck in a Moebius loop of uselessness, VPA perpetuates its own mistakes, et al, etc., ad fucking nauseum. Time and again the consumer is tempted with the promise of torrid Sapphic muffage ... then, like universal health care, the offer is reneged upon.

The problem is not that Bob Alexander is a poor videographer; quite to the contrary. He captures his girls with obvious loving care. When freed from troublesome dialogue chores, their encounters glow with vitality. Cockeyed editing simply prevents the scenes from building to a proper climax. And that's the message from our sponsor.

Review from AVN