Glamorphiles have often heard the name but few would probably be able to pick photog Suze Randall out of a police lineup. Such is not the case after this show. Though she doesn't appear on the set of the boxcover illustrations, Randall, whose accent and hair color is the equivalent of a female John T. Bone, is relentlessly conspicuous in this video, both as hostess, narrator and cutaway reaction shot cartoon figure.

Randall tells the viewer that the tape's intention is to lend a "fly-on-the-wall" aspect to one of her glamour shoots. Flies at an Ethiopian picnic have a field day in comparison as several key elements go awry here.

With almost no exceptions, the interviews tend to vaporize any potential for interactivity between viewer and model. Obviously, you won't find any of these Q&A's on C-Span in the near future. Some girls plainly come off zero degrees Centigrade; others, totally vapid. For instance, blonde Sara St. James attempts a smile without actually cracking her lips. Sara, not to soften the blow, shows even less in the skin department. Ashley and Emma, a glamour tagteam, are a Penn & Teller act. Emma does all the yapping while Ashley is stunningly mute. "Emma, you should have been a man," gushes Randall. Whatever the hell that means. Chasey Lain and Celeste are another on-camera duo that leaves the hallowed memory of vaudeville comedy teams reasonably intact.

Visually, there's a relentless insistence on the number of freeze-frame shots, simulating, of course, still photos—a deadly strategy to incorporate in a glamour video which, to be successful, must rely on free, unrestricted vieweing of the female form. Which brings up, of course, the subject of nudity – not on lavish display by any stretch. Ironic, don't you think?

A critical eye towards editing may have gone a long way to avoid some of the pratfalls, however, the reasonably curious, to be sure, will want to check this taope out for Randall's brand name value.