Judging by all the French nom de plumes in the credits of this dubbed entry, the closest these nude models ever came to Hollywood was between the buns of Le Mac Royalle. (Wink-wink to Pulp Fiction aficionados.) What this offering most resembles is a walking, talking, go-go dancing version of a Victoria's Secret catalog shot on Hi-8 video.

In what might be a male adolescent's (or Warren Beatty's) concept of Heaven, three exceptionally striking models (and one equally striking female photographer) generally prance around and model lots of lingerie in front of a smoky, stark white background. While the girls are magnificent creatures, their variations on a theme grow stale by the time it takes to pop off a single roll of Kodachrome. (By the time it's over, you'd think Kodak had an interest in this production.)

The overall effect is pleasantly numbing, but the visual repetition forces one to focus on unnecessary details. For example, a strategically placed mole on the tall brunette's midriff suddenly takes on the hallucinatory appearance of a "follow the bouncing ball" icon in sing-along videos. Inspiring as they are, these naturally endowed models need a more creative venue to show off their assets.