It's not quite high noon, but Stagliano, decked out in a pair of Farmer John overalls, is sweating like a condemned prisoner on Death Row as he wrangles his 8mm camera around the endless sea of female body parts on parade. What this festival of flesh is all about is never quite explained, but then again the very thought reminds us of the joke regarding the Department of Redundancy Department. It's anywhere, Indiana,, where a poolside runway has been erected in order to show off some impressive glutes 'n' globes. The crowd is in the kind of mood usually amok in old western movies just before the bar fight breaks out. Let's call them a throng of highly-motivated fans and leave it at that.
Stagliano's videography on the runway material goes a bit wobbly more times than our eyes could follow, but once the girls are on terra firma his famous Buttcam finds its mark every time. What Stagliano lacks in interviewing skills —"Don't I remember you from somewhere? Are you a dancer?" etc.— he more than makes up for with low angle, up-the-wazoo shots featuring a breadth and variety of quim unrivaled since Heidi Fleiss was holding open Job Fairs in Beverly Hills. From the completely unadorned to the multi-ringed labia and everything in between, this is a show of shows. (One girl has a Chinese dragon tattoo wrapped all the way around one leg and thigh, apparently unaware that it appear as if the dragon's flames are shooting out of her ass like an outtake from Blazing Saddles.)
From pole dancing to hose-downs to cheek-wiggling contests, this non-stop parade of beaverage, boobage and buttage may be impossible to view in a single sitting.