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This movie actually has a rational story about Cleo, the Greek goddess of music, falling in love with a mortal, who is, ironically, a musician. If she chooses to remain on earth, rather than return to Mt. Olympus, she will forfeit her immortality and become mortal. Is love stronger than the desire to remain immortal? Tough choice for Cleo and surprisingly well-developed, with a surprise ending.

Of course it's an XXX-rated movie so there's lots of single and group encounters. Love those pierced girls! Great production values. Aside from some wooden dialogue and the usual wordless moans of passion (or lust), this movie is much better than the genre and better than a lot of made-for-TV films. Worth watching.

With Michael Raven doing a fine job of directing, star-producer Jill Kelly pulled out all the stops for this fine Adult feature, a self-admitted mashup of "Xanadu" and "City of Angels". Just leaving out Nic Cage earns many brownie points in my book.

It's a nice adaptation to porn of Greek mythology, with a bevy of Muses looking down on humankind from Mount Olympus and electing to visit us mortals for a week of fun and sex games. Jill takes the lead role, natch, as Cleo, goddess of Music, and falls in love with Earth's big-dick wonder Julian, oddly cast as an aspiring singer-songwriter, guitar in hand.

Eventually he does warble on the soundtrack, though his voice is way too good to be that of Julian's, clearly an excellent dubbing job. Technical credits are top-notch, with Jill getting the finest crew and collaborators she could find, including Simon Wolf's SPFX men and Raven's Sin City partner Scott Justice as producer.

And the femme cast is rather amazing, boasting an unheard of 15 gals on the payroll including several big names: Asia Carrera, Shayla LaVeaux, Devon, April, contract girl Haven, the one and only Dee, and even that beautiful import Monica Sweetheart. Tabitha Stevens as the goddess Thalia (of theater) has a big role and is far better than usual.

The romantic theme is well-handled by Raven, and even the bittersweet conclusion comes off convincingly. Raven stages an orgy midway through the picture that is not the crummy filler such content often becomes, and Barrett Blade pops up uncredited in the thick of the group sex.

In the acting department, Inari Vachs takes top honors (as she often does) as an investor who recording label magnate Randy Spears discovers he must service if he is to get her to back his new artist Julian. Even Spears is on his best behavior, underplaying instead of doing the thousandth iteration of his Snidely Whiplash hambone routine.