A landscape photographer finds himself entangled in some nefarious forest business: what was meant to be a search for some rare local flower turns out to be a trip fraught with mysterious murders, crazed women, and sexy jungle fairies. When he finally uncovers the true nature of those he meets in the woods--animal poachers, unauthorized loggers, and murderous human traffickers--he is must choose what he deems more important: his safety or his morality.

"Virgin Forest" could have been a story about sexual exploitation, environmental politics, and the need for restorations; but instead the movie ends up spending most of its screen time on sultry forest spirits, scarcely-clad sex workers, and waterfall-themed orgies. Any attempt at meaningful social commentary is overshadowed by erotica, and I wish the director had committed to making this either a full-fledged porno or a proper art house film-- because this weird combination is just messy.