The members of the Stade Française Paris rugby team and their guests pose nude. Really the movie is a prolonged photo shoot, with two- to four-minute segments of godlike men alternately arranged to take your breath away, and then just standing around looking a bit silly among photographers and their assistants, all in beautiful black-and-white (with a very few flashes of color). After many cries and grumbles last year that they had "gayed down" the movie to make it more palatable to women, they've gayed it back up a bit. Lots of ass-emphasis, more cock (especially the hilts shown when trunks are half shoved-down), some cupping and even some fondling of cock (a brawny hand slips behind a concealing thigh). There's a trio, a duo with an arm around a neck holding a drink, and no interviews! No remnants whatsoever of a worshipful, classic approach. Instead, the editing is fast, settings ordinary, music all techno-pop. But nothing can stop the superbly-built guys from now and then striking a pose or finding a light and making you gasp. That said, they've made it pointlessly irritating to watch the pretty pictures. You can't backflash from scene-to-scene. You can flash forward sometimes, and sometimes you can?t. Four-minute "Making Of" is more like "Backstage" or "Outtakes," but lovely. "Clips" is Scene Selection in alphabetical order to play each scene separately only with, as said above, sometimes fast-forward capability and sometimes not.

RETAILING: Hotter than Number 3, not so hot as Numbers 1 and 2.