The music is more than inspired by Sigur Rós.
The videography looks above Wicked around ten years ago; their lighting was too blue and thus appeared cold, the processing of the video sloppy. This looks considerably better, but that is not that much. The whore monologue barely works with the video. She got her holes double-stuffed for the same company, which is where it becomes about porn again.
It is all very cute and fluffy, this hobby feature shit into the bad lens of a camcorder.
The artistic value aspect some want to cram into pornish things mostly is unwarranted.
At least Paul Thomas will die soon and not push out a lot more of his worthless donkey shows.