Blondes... mostly; bouncy... not quite. This Hot Body edition makes no bones about the fact that they've thrown in a few chestnut-tressed gals to spice up the pot. And nobody is complaining. As far as the buoyancy factor goes, we suggest the director submit to an eye examination. The large majority (pun intended. Duh!) of the performers are virtually pumped-up and fuel-injected professional dancing machines. Which is not to say your average hooter hound won't enjoy them... simply that the scales are overbalanced.

For those who prefer nature's own architecture, the amateur discovery sections would certainly be the best bet.