Man, is there anything worse than a Skinemax movie that tries to have a plot? Even worse, one that tries to pawn itself off as a poignant look at married life?

Uhhh, anyways……

If you ever feel a little bit cocky about things, I highly recommend the front row of your friendly neighborhood yoga place. Nothing like side and front mirrors to destroy any notion of weight loss. And nothing like being able to watch yourself move dispel any notion of moving any more gracefully than an elephant shot up with a Keith Moon dose of elephant tranquilizers.