G-Strings may be the most completely cynical adult film to come along in years, but at least it has a point of view. Plenty of thought went into this one. Somewhere along the line, director Henri Pachard probably said, "Screw everybody because I'm making the film that I want to make."

Broadway's garment district provides the backdrop for a story of lust and humiliation. Characters are constantly degraded, and many of them are simply confused. G-Strings assumes that nobody in New York's fashion world pays fair. George Payne, in a perversely controlled and surprisingly deft performance, portrays an executive in R. Bolla's fashion designing empire. Meanwhile, he cross-dresses and poses as the company's top female designer in the evenings.

His double-life leads to dubious sexual dealings on all sides, especially with his confused girlfriend Kelly Nichols, a corporate bitch in her own right. The bizarre tale has some exciting original conclusions that demand more of the viewer's attention than most of the erotic segments. It's pretentious stuff indeed, but more than interesting.

Nonetheless, the sex scenes do carve their own original niche in the porn genre. Alan Adrian uses only his testicles while penetrating Sharon Kane; Kelly Nichols performs an ultra-erotic segment with George Payne that finds new uses for a leather belt; that same pair explores Kelly's anal openings with a dildo; Sue Nero and R. Bolla utilize panties in a striking new way. And there's more bizarre sex scenes.

G-Strings explores hookers, transvestitism and degradation in a series and steadfast manner. There's enough good sex to satisfy the "raincoat" crowd, but some of the more "unique" scenes may offend the average viewer. In any case, round-faced Kelly Nichols looks prettier here than in any other adult film she's ever appeared in, and her performance alone makes G-Strings worth a trip to the local video store.