Grouch Marx once offered a bit of salient film criticism when he said, "I never go to movies where the guy's tits are bigger than the leading ladies." Of course, Groucho was talking about Victor Mature in some silly old sword 'n sandals epic, but it pops to mind when a shirtless, muscle-bound specimen of Nordic breeding appears in an SS segment blithely chopping wood - in the snow. Sooner than you whistle Adelvice, he's up to his Teutonic tits in Scandinavian pussy ... courtesy of a hiking Swiss Miss whose compass, apparently, only points in the direction of "up." The hills do not necessarily come alive with the sound of their monotonous music.

Further down the road, a homeless man sleeping in a barn wakes to a randy lady owner demanding a roll in the hay. Soon she's face down on the floor of the horse stall; her equine-equipped guest saddling her from above. Struggling to go the distance, his game (and her satisfaction) is off by a nose.

A final segment (featuring a blonde/brunette "working girl" combo who take on a willing, if submissive, male "servant") finally reaches acceptable levels of heat ... particularly when he stabs the big-boobed tart in the Netherlands, prompting an avalanche of Swiss cheese which both gals greedily share.

Bottom line: dreadful dubbing and routine sex are balanced by a bevy of all-natural babes.