Five strong-legged sistas apparently mistake an "ivory" man for a bearskin rug, and precede to march, stomp and parade barefoot up and down the prone victim for nearly an hour. Verbally assaulting him with "take that" and "step on his balls," the girls take turns foot slapping his face red and jamming their toes into his mouth, and it leaves the guy with some bruising but, hopefully, no "athlete's face." However, like any parade, the procession quickly becomes monotonous, and the single-setting shoot feels stagnant and boring.

Retailing: Trampling fans may ask for it, otherwise kick it to the curb.