Harry S. Morgan takes his Vestal Virgins show on the road to London, compelling a bi-lingual approach to his usual German-language intros and kibitzing. (If you’ve ever seen Don Francisco interview a gringo on Sabado Gigante, you’ve got the general idea.) Morgan takes particular delight in a new Englische word he learns on this trip: ”knickers.”

The girls are – mostly – young and sleek; their tits are – mostly – natural, and their enthusiasm is – in all cases – genuine and contagious. The running time is shorter than the 2:20 promised on the box, and there are only nine scenes instead of the promised eleven (which could explain the time shortfall) but no one will complain. Stock with the same confidence as you did its Vestal forebears.