Now you've got to understand where I'm coming from on this. It's early on a Saturday morning. I haven't even had my first cup of coffee. I'm watching this tape and the voice of announcer Neil Ross (no relation) is popping me with all kinds of questions about the history of ladies' lingerie. I didn't know this was going to be a quiz! I didn't study. I'm going to flunk. What do I know from underwear.

But wait. I watch a little further, and ross has the good sense to get his voice out of the way and turn the show over to some monstrously great looking women in a variety of thematic sequences, which from a cameraman's perspective, is like a writer slobbering over the phraseology of an F. Scott Fitzgerald. There is simply nothing in this world to equate to the photography.

After several trillion Playboy tapes, you know it already: the slo-mos, the flits to sepia, the merry-go-round, the model camera tracking, the diversional, quick cut just as model's ready to slip off something interesting, the beach sequence with the two naked babes romping in the surf, yeah, that's the one you want to watch. (How a beach fits into a lingerie concept is arguable). But for absolute astounding brilliance and conception, the three-part (each vignette interspersed) "Orient Express" fantasy train sequence is beyond anything shot commercially. It's in a league by itself.