I agree with Calvin in spirit, but this comes down to things I've thought about Rob Black etc. in the past when it comes to unnecessary envelope pushing at the wrong time to make a quick buck, and then scurrying back under the safety of the vanilla porn umbrella when the Feds knock on the door.

However, despite Calvin's irrefutable logic, I still want to round up the villagers, gather pitch forks and clubs and head to castle Frankenstein like any good mob ought to. Willie, you're in charge of the burning torches.

The movie itself is another example of how dumb some porn chicks can be. At least there was little risk of brain damage.