Regarding film titles, it makes perfect sense that Twentynine Palms (2003) follows 28 Days Later (2002), 27 Missing Kisses (2000), Twentysomething (2016), 24 Hour Party People (2002), The Number 23 (2007), 22 Jump Street (2014), Twenty-One (1991), and Twenty Bucks (1993). Not to be confused with Leonardo Ricagni’s crime thriller 29 Palms (2002) starring Chris O’Donnell and Jeremy Davies, this chiller diller by Bruno Dumont centers around American photographer David (David Wissak) and his Russian girlfriend Katia (Yekaterina Golubeva). Even though the dude doesn’t understand Russian and his chick doesn’t speak English, that doesn’t mean the two can’t communicate via the skinternational language of lust. As such, the country-crossed couple copulates in the dust on every rock and spare patch of land they encounter under the scorching sun in a California desert town. Luckily, we get to see Mr. Wissak’s bare back, abs, and ass as they boink. If that’s not arousing enough, the skintastic actor also flashes his sack and shaft! When the sweethearts aren’t making love, they’re fighting via broken bursts of French. In other words, their days sizzle with sweat, swearing, humping and bumping, each as sultry as the next -- until one night their Hummer is hit from behind by a truck and the drivers ram David’s own rear end. Debauched and left for dead, will he recover enough to see the sinister sodomites get their just desserts? With more than 29 minutes of palm pounding imagery shown in the previous part of this flick, who really cares?