Micky Ray is the would-be auteur responsible for this crappy feature, under the sway of crime movies like Tony Scott's "True Romance".
Tony Martino and Farrah (both of whom produced this vanity stinker) are the lovers on a crime spree that carefully keeps the story's violence off-screen (fear of censorship). The movie is sloppily constructed and makes little sense.
The babes have impressively big boobs to distract one from the nonsensical crime-movie plot, including Farrah's lesbian scene with Davia Ardell: blonde on blonde. Buck Adams has a particularly pointless role as a gangster type, but at least he gets to hump sexy Sophia Ferrari in a completely extraneous sex scene tossed in at the end. A running gag about a drunken horny guy who gets his wallet stolen by Farrah goes nowhere.
I read a contemporary "critic"'s review of this movie from 1996 and it reflects the problem: he didn't notice anything but sexual positions, as if all porn was already all-sex/Gonzo 30 years ago. No wonder it's veered toward that extreme in the years since.
