When titles like Sexy Shavers cross our desk, our thoughts often turn to the sciences – in particular, multi-dimensional universe theory. Based on material like this, our conclusion is that MDU theory must be correct. Only in a parallel Bizarro world could a hairless shaving release exist!
OK, to be fair it's practically hairless. Sparsely furried legs and teensy landing strips occupy most of these cookie-cutter encounters. One of them even begins with a foam-covered crotch, robbing the viewer of a "before" view. (We suspect the broad had nothing to show anyway.)
Lena Ramone's scene is the lonely exception to the rule. A tangled black forest springs from her pits and bush; so much that a scissors is called into duty for initial brush-clearance. Sadly, the director/all-around dimwit behind the camera manages to plant his lens on her left – while the right is being shorn. (Insert big Simpsoneque D?oh! here.)
The sex is about as interesting as the shaving, and overexposed videography makes it all less palatable. Sexy Shavers arrives not from a world of anti-matter, but rather "doesn't matter."
Retailing: Only you can decide if one measly scene warrants shelf space.