This was atrocious. Apparently the director realized what a failure it was and tried the same concept more successfully with "Emmanuelle 2000: Emmanuelle's Intimate Encounters," which actually had comparably more erotic and humorous moments. (Not that it is worth searching out either.) I seriously wonder how he got another chance after this film.
Throughout this film, I was continually cringing and wondering why I was subjecting myself to the hokey soundtrack, actresses in workout suits pretending they can fake orgasms, and the wasted talents of much more interesting soft-core (Jennifer Burton) and hard-core (Stephanie Swift) porn stars relegated to incidental roles. The comedic attempts fell flat for me, and the the Wall Street Journal has more erotic ads in it.
"Click" to turn the DVD player off...