God's Sandbox

SKINOPSIS

Flashing back to the 1960s - Layla (Meital Dohan) a free-spirited, Israeli hippy blonde and Najim, the son of a Bedouin Shiek meet, fall in love and fuck like dirty, dirty rabbits - non-stop, for a good couple of days (What is this guy, Sting?). When they do finally leave their sex-stained, love tent (presumably to replenish the lubricant supply and grab some protein shakes and stuff) they immediately get shit from Najim's uptight family - who are none-too-keen on their boy beating up on some Western girl's pussy like it owed him money. Especially with the wife and kids waiting for him to finish up ("Dad's still in there?! What is he Sting?").

Banished from his tribe, Najim takes off with his new girl. Who needs some stupid desert tribe when you got a hot, free-loving, piece-of-ass like Layla anyway? But soon Najim's uncle finds them and tries convincing his nephew to ditch Layla, the old fashioned way - sick a deadly, venomous snake on the little tramp! The snake doesn't kill her and Unc - whose apparently been hitting the Hookah too hard - rationalizes that this must mean this girl is in fact a reincarnated snake ...or something. In Unc's defense this is long before Steve Irwin got on TV and made taunting dangerous animals okay (R.I.P you crazy Crocodile Hunter, we know you're up there somewhere, poking at heaven's rabid creatures with a stick).

Undeterred, 'Uncle Crazy-Pants' drugs the girl and returns to the tribe where they circumcise the little home wrecker in a brutal, painful and really just fucked-up ritual. Subtle? No. Overkill? Shit yes. Ouch? An understatement. Meital Dohan? Apears naked many, many times - banging, skinny dipping and basically doing everything a young, sexy, vivrant, blonde beauty would do to piss-off the locals. Oh and that Najim guy? He gets a big rock upside the head, delivered by the labia-avenging Layla. Who should have went eye-for-an-eye ...Only we pay for our therapy sessions by the hour.