For curiosity's sake, I Made Marian commands attention because it stars the pre-surgically-enhanced Celeste. Bear in mind, however, that there's no satirical relevance to the current Men In Tights. Just as well because that feature sucks, and I Made Marian goes a lot further with a lot less.
Celeste plays a plain, contemporary woman whom bored advertising slickster Jonathan Morgan meets in a bar. Morgan gives her a great pickup line, I might add. As kind of an interoffice game. Morgan plans to mount a campaign for client Makala using Celeste as a symbol of raw, animalistic, undiluted passion. Fat chance, buddies Mick East and Marc Wallice think, and Morgan begins playing Celeste like a harp to get her passions tuned to the proper pitch for when the proper time comes.
Morgan's agency is called Sherwood Advertising, where every one seems to be named after a merry man, and arrows of manhood fly indiscriminately into the bush. Office secretary Teddi Austin gets sandwiched by Wallice and Kris Newz and, later, gets tit-fucked by Nick East who sees her, not Celeste, as the campaign's ace-in-the-hole. Makala gets doggie-fucked by East and lets him come on her tits while Morgan, after a couple of teasing near-misses with Celeste, winds up plowing her bent over his desk.
Sexually, there's lots of provocative body angles provided by the astute camerawork; but, structurally, the show wraps up like it's on it's way to the crusades. Correct rne if I'm wrong but Makala on the boxcover is a dead ringer for Married With Children's Katie Sagal— at least in this shot.