Living up to its title, these "trample babes" DO NOT tread lightly, managing to snuff (not for real) their subject, who may or may not be enjoying this. And to be clear, the liberal application of theatrical blood during the climax might tread too heavily for certain red states.

After studying parts of the anatomy in the opening scene, the well-spoken, professionally attired trample babes know just where to stomp. Cue the crucified-to-the-floor middle-aged guy. For a half-hour, this topless-duo doles-out verbal abuse while pummeling this guy's rib-cage, gut, face and neck. It's cringe-inducing at times (the high heel finale especially), and while quite abrupt, it can go on for only so long.

The run time is unforgivably short, however, what's there is unrelenting and unpleasant; sure to turn on the intended audience.

Retailing: For hard(est) core fetish fanatics not fooled by half-assed abuse.