Lighter than meringue and paced like the Wild Mouse rollercoaster, this candy-coated erotica melts in the mouth and in the hand. The premise stretches the couch potato analogy to its literal end, as each piece unfurls like a remote control firing at random. It must be sweeps months since every station is dabbling in tease.

Among the various TV-themed scenarios are a female sportscaster doffing her winter gear for a half-time striptease; naked bowling (those lucky balls); and a spate of naughty commercials pitching everything from software to soft drinks, —only brand names, are the last thing that linger in the viewers memory. (Too bad they never got around to fried chicken because this is the perfect forum to spotlight all that perfect leg, thigh, and breast.)

Some of the finest looking chickens —uhm, babes— on the planet strut their stuff in this montage-driven confection; a first-rate production which will delight every redblooded channel surfer at heart.