Girls Of Malibu offers a one-hour, three-credit course in the California beach experience. Like totally, I would offer one suggestion. Turn off the sound, because what these tootsies have to offer in the way of depth may astound you. It almost makes life not worth living. The visuals are another story, however.

For instance, Leslie, a sunny blonde with pert boobies, tells us how she was sunning herself on the beach and this guy from Universal Pictures drops his business card on her crotch. And all of a sudden she winds up with all of these wonderful parts in a least 10 films. And then we have Erin, who tells us "the beach is all-consuming," and paints us a picture of how all these guys keep falling "head over heels in love" with her. She gets my vote hands down for the most ego with the least to offer.

Of course, these and the other starlets are portraying roles which, I assume, are indicative .of what you're likely to find in Malibu. If you believe half the crap they relate, it would raise your hackles. Just sit back and enjoy the scenery. Malibu is a nice visual tome on the female body. Just ignore the scratchy clawing voices that go along with them.

Beverly Hills Call Girls is more of the same, except we shift from the beach to more exotic locales in and around Beverly Hills. For some reason this group of interviewees seem to be a notch above their beach sisters. Perhaps that was the intention.

You may find the nudity situations more provocative, the location shots certainly add to the element of eroticism. And one girl in particular, Samantha, is just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen on a glamour tape. Evidently they saved the best for last, so you might want to put your machine on fast forward, and then go back to watch the rest.

My only real complaint about these two tapes are the obvious parody or play off the Playboy Playmate series. These interviews are worthless. The only difference is that the girls look more real and talk directly to the camera. The playmates come off as etheral creatures with their voices reaching down to us from the clouds. My second criticism is that many of these faces have been seen in other Bert Rhine videos. I've seen some of them undressed so often I feel like I'm married to them. Bert, give some other girls a break.

Blue Ribbon Babes is nothing more than the "best of. . ." from other Bert Rhine female competition tapes such as the Best Chest In The West volumes, the Strippergram tape, foxy boxing, mud wrestling and wet T-shirts. You name it and some beautiful girl has humiliated herself doing it. The excerpts in this compilation tape are far from the best examples of what Rhine has- been trying to accomplish. My suggestion is see the other tapes in their full context.