The Catwalk in question is a fashion runway, from the high-pressure cat fighting world of modeling which Sharon Kane and Mike Horner ruthlessly preside over like Armani-skinned land sharks.  As a top model being blackmailed, Jeanna Fine hasn't lost any of the spark (both sexually and theatrically) that regularly fueled the early half of her career.

However, the fan/consumer must wait until the final scene to see T.T. Boy slam the Blass out of her ass.  The wait is worth it -- she deep-throats him with lissome lust, and he stuffs the ol' Jimmy Dean up her spoiled sphincter with the "typical" T.T. tempestuousness.  After his big splash on her face, you'll never think of Cindy "what's her name" again.

Likewise, Roxanne Hall entertains Nick East and Tony Tedeschi in a sizzling d.p. that delivers yet another load to the mouth (and belly).  Problem is, Vanessa Chase is also in the scene but once the threesome become a onesome, so to speak, the "Chase" is over.  She diddles herself in the background but oh, what a fourth wheel!

Herein lies some of Catwalk's problems -- too many (good) players, and a rather passive approach to the camerawork.  Initial penetration shots are frequently absent; and in many cases (such as a three-way lesbian orgy), the softcore footage outnumbers the hard by too large a margin.  Curiously, the final product is an uneven mix of video and film footage -- for reasons unexplained.

Yet many of the scenes blister despite their shortcomings, and the editing is razor-sharp (especially the mock-magazine layouts). Great efforts have been expended to make this production (Part 1 of 2, alas!) as "cinematic" as possible. The audience deserves being made aware of it.