Body Parts is a solid showcase that is pretty much what it advertises— a visual assemblage of some of the classic, most appetizing glimpses of the female form known to man.

At the outset of the show, a female voice is heard to say, pun intended, "I'm going to make an ass of myself just for you." For the next few glorious minutes, a tapestry of film and video clips of tushy glide forth at a pace that would make a "Dragnet" cross-examination appear like remedial speech therapy.

As gratuitous ass shots go, the classic "ben-dover," which is executed by a variety of unbilled models, all with the intensity of locating a missing tax form, is the operative word here. After which, the glossary of camera angles, interactive love snippets and body clenches proceeds in like manner to account for other famous and sundry landmarks of the female topography. (Keeping in mind, of course, the ever-lurking irony in modern cheesecake that presents some vague, undefined insistence on chopping women off at the knees.) In which case, knee shin, calf and fool lovers, are served notice. They'll have to find their "body parts" in Jaffrey Dahmer's Christmas stocking.

Otherwise, a well framed, well-executed video montage.