Dreamgirls videos are like Teflon - with critics being the abrasive scouring pad. No matter what we say, they're scratch-resistant. It would be delightful (not to mention exceedingly surprising) to report that their latest entry is a unique and creative departure. Apparently following the "don't fix what ain't broke" philosophy, such is not the case. Again.

Unless your viewers have fond memories of swilling cheap beer and puking on their shoes, SA45 is not so much a stroll down mammary lane as it is a frenetic portrayal of college life, with all the annoying, depressing and useless moments edited out. What's left? A whole shitload of eye-popping babes (all of whom you never had a zillion to one chance to score with) as they disrobe, gyrate and get down to drunken tongue-tangling. To say that this material's completely redundant is almost a joke, but it's not us who are laughing all the way to the bank. Damn!

Retailing: Perfect for emotionally arrested post-adolescents.