This isn't all that naughty and it's not much of a fantasy, but boy, is it ever French! Beyond the fact that everyone yells "Oui, oui, oui!" as they're getting off, there are all these men with beards who dress funny. I suppose that could just as easily be Polish as French, but that's definitely the language of love everyone's spouting way back in the sound mix. And do no fear! There's an English-language voice-over narration that provides a running commentary on the action, delivered, ostensibly, by one of the on-screen women. This narration consists of a breathy, dramatic outpouring of the purplest porn prose imaginable, as if someone were reading a horrendous parody of Henry Miller. I think I actually heard this line: "His rigid fun stick spurted hot love juice all over my sugary fun hole."

If you're in the right mood, this stuff can be hysterical; I was in the wrong mood, otherwise this number would get four A's as a comedy tape. The plot does not extend beyond the simple fact that there are a bunch of women in an "exclusive private club" (French for whorehouse) who service an assortment of male characters, including a politician, a priest and what appears to be a rabbi. I knew the French were kinky, but really!

Now for the truly band news: the lighting and camera work are bad, there's practically no music and the sex is, with few exceptions, about as hot as a bowl of vichyssoise. Buy a beret instead.