Cash Markman's lousy dialog (including dumb double entendres) and lead Jon Dough's boring performance sink this Jim Enright mystery feature for the Legend label.
Dough gives monotone line readings that are deadly dull, and hardly mix well with his male chauvinist attempts at flirting as he investigates Tom Byron's death by heart attack in order to let his insurance company off the hook for a million dollar payout to widow Nikki Dial.
Byron has sex in flashbacks and of course Dough gets humped in real time. The mystery story goes nowhere, and a subplot involving male bondage likewise amounts to nothing. Oddest touch is that the money shots are either delivered by hand job (femme-applied at the end of intercourse) or in one case Dough shooting his wad -no hands!