Being that Private releases are Teflon-coated, steel-jacketed and fully critic-proof, it certainly won't hurt their feelings -- let alone your sales -- to mention that top-of-the-line talent are conspicuously absent from this volume.

So what's up with the latest carnal travelogue? An African threesome, a European picnic, a pool hall tryst, a behind-the-scenes look at Frank Thring doin' his thing, visits to the Venus and Sexpo porn conventions, and a wild hump on the Aussie beaches.

It's the latter tryst, featuring demure Dianna and an uncredited meat puppet, which captures the most heat; surprisingly so. It's just a simple, romantic boy/girl scene... an occurrence in the Private universe common as a Halley's Comet sighting. Yet undeniable sexual chemistry (plus a gorgeous sunset location) raises this sequence a cut above the rest. Nomination, please.

As one might expect, the tape is peppered with multipartner d.p.s. facials, etc. We found them fairly mechanical, but the perpetual Private connoisseur might disagree. At least the girls don't have those fake smiles plastered on their faces all the time.