Late in this series of dull Sapphic sex vignettes set in a (cheap set) office, one hears loudly shouted on the soundtrack (in a male voice) instructions for the actresses to reposition themselves to match the lighting as a scene continues. This embarrassing flub is left in the final print in traditional "who cares?" porn fashion, indicative of how crummy a production we're watching.
Direction is credited to star Georgia Jones, but as I often suspected regarding Filly Films' very liberal according of that director credit to its femme talent, the flub indicates the cameraman (uncredited but probably crew regular Sal Genoa) was actually in charge.
Lots of no-name players are on the payroll her, with an emphasis on IR content. A couple of big-breast wonders (punk-ish Arabelle Raphael with her pre-Raphaelite curly hair style and Sheena Ryder) brighten up the show, but it is amateurish in the extreme.
