Champagne's husband, a yuppie architect with his nose perpetually stuck in the Wall Street Journal, has minimal interest in sex until the end of the feature. Too late, as we may have become "Bored Viewers."

Champagne employs this raw sensuality that comes across well on the small screen, but the rest of the cast lacks enthusiasm and the idea is marginal at best. Though some cross-dressing by men at a lingerie party kinks it up a bit, the whole feature, while in a pretty box, falls fairly flat.