James Avalon has brought to market another beautifully-lit, visually flawless piece of eye candy, and one which of course has "couples" written all over it.  Its suitability for that market is that upon which the above rating is based.  The overall heat, on the other hand, with the exception of one scene (a Houston d.p.), is all but negligible.

One scene is prefixed with a Camus quote dealing with hedonism and the narcissist, and which is (unintentionally) appropriate to the entire production.  The quote tells it from the narcissist's perspective, but we experience this vid from the perspective of the narcissist's lover.  As anybody knows who has had at it with a full-blown narcissist (especially one who really is as pretty as s/he thinks s/he is), it can be a frosty experience and about as satisfying as celery for dinner.  That Under Dressed is in love with its own beauty isn't a sin; that it ignores any desire the viewer might have beyond that of basking in said beauty could be interpreted as such.

Could be but won't be.  Not by us anyway.  The audience for whom this undeniably gorgeous production is intended may well need only the fruit of Avalon's fine-honed aesthetic to push its buttons -- people who like to think of themselves as "upscale" and "refined," and who would have a freezer full of (the finest) vanilla, were they naughty enough to eat ice cream.