Was it author Thomas Wolfe who wrote, "You Can Never Go Back To Rio"? Well, if he didn't get a better rating than the last "Rio" tape, John Stagliano wouldn't have come back to the United States.

This time, though, the Buttman scores big and delivers a tape that's true to the climate of this partying kind of town. He also had the good sense of dragging Angela Summers along with him. When Summers unsheathes among the Brazilian male population, it's like a head-on collision of unquenched libidos with no survivors.

Stagliano and Summers do the Fred and ginger routine, when, in his character of the nincompoop Buttman, he tries to sell Bruce Seven on the idea of sending him down to Brazil to get all this wild footage for a video. Summers, who plays the office secretary, is sent along as a cautionary move to keep the eye on the investment. But who's going to keep an eye on Summers? She gets into more trouble than a nympho with a "screw me" sign stenciled on her ass at a Hell's Angels beer party.

And who's going to watch Stagliano? Armed with a compilation of buttman words in the native tongue, he sets out on his quest to pick up a young lady at one of the beaches. He finds a beauty named Sandra and brings her back to his hotel room. And while this is going to be the standard operating procedure for the rest of the video, the routine gets far from stale.

There's not much difference in the language. Sandra's boom-boom is round and shapely, just what the buttman ordered, and this dark Brazilian beauty will be around for a couple of scenes. But her first sex encounter with Stagliano is so interactive, you'd swear it was your hand going up her ass, not to mention her "beekos". Figure it out. Tons of visual foreplay make this scene a winner.

Like Don Quixote, Buttman meets up with his Sancho Panza, a Brazilian named Felipe who, ethnically, looks like he'd be more at home in Bayonne, New Jersey running numbers. Swarthy Felipe is a babe magnet, and when he and the butt guy to trawling, they come up with a generous selection of willing women to bring back to the hotel room which is conveniently outfitted with its own private pool. If your fantasy is swimming pool sex, there's plenty of it.

Interspersed with these little peccadillos, are great video verite shots describing the glorious decadence of the Rio night life. Careful observation will tell you the weather wasn't so hot, but the exotic faces, bodies and all the buttman-style sex we've come to know and love add up to an incendiary viewing experience. Screw the weather. Stores must carry this one.