Borrowing a line from an old Rolling Stones' song, She Comes In Colors is going to be remembered for one particular scene, a duet between Jerry Butler and Elle Rio, a Latin fireballer who makes Charo sound like a British school marm. But it's not songs they sing.

Butler as an artist and Rio as his model turn a body painting session into polychromatic orgasm. By the time these two go through the throes of paint and canvas and roll around in 57 varieties of sexual positions, they wind up looking like exhausted avocados with gangrene. So if for anything else, Butler and Rio deserve the Good Sports Award for turning their bodies into glop for art's sake. Though I think "Art" never had it so good. I can't imagine too many actors being able to "perform" under those circumstances. It's one standout scene, nevertheless.

An interesting prelude occurs when Butler meets Rio at an art exhibit the evening before. They're immediately taken up with one another, and Butler invites her back to his beachfront abode, but doesn't do anything. Not even show her his etchings. Elle crashes from a little too much of the ruby red vino, and he tenderly covers her with his coat. Fade out. In the old days there would have been at least four naked guys and a rubber blowfish ready to jump her bones. At least we're gaining in the sensitivity department.

There's some very capable back-up provided by Sharon Mitchell, who turns the technicolor twosome into a meaningful ménage. It's Mitchell's husky voice-overs about love and relationships that sets the tone throughout. And it's quite effective at least for this video. She Comes In Colors should have couples scurrying to join their nearest co-ed art classes.