Rick Sloane (Hobgoblins, Vice Academy) directs this boring ass cheapo horror thriller that's sadly low on sleaze and gore and high on people just standing around and walking in and out of rooms talking. Ginger Lynn is horrible; Wings Hauser is so restrained except for some scenes at the end. B movie veteran Jay Richardson and the boom mic also make several appearances neither are worth it. The boobs aren't even worth recommending, don't waste your time.

Anything starring Wings Hauser tends to be poor, and this was no exception. Wooden acting, cheap sets, a horrible production. The only saving grace is seeing the always good looking Ginger Lynn Allen exposing her "talents" several times throughout the film. Pass on this one!