This Pay-Per-View flick is basically scenes from Jim Wynorski's Bare Wench Project II and III with scenes of reality TV star Melissa Brasselle in between making snarky comments. Melissa could get naked much more and open her mouth much less, but aside from that there is nothing wrong with this cavalcade of nude softcore starlets, including Nikki Fritz, Juliet Cariaga, Julie K. Smith, Julie Strain, Alexus Winston, Glori-Anne Gilbert and Arban Ornelas.

In all seriousness, Andy Sidaris's 1996 exploitation epic Day of the Warrior should have been called Day of the D-Cup. While the man's L.E.T.H.A.L. Ladies series of movies and their many predecessors featured no small amount of prodigious mammaries, Day of the Warrior is absolutely packed with stellar racks including those of Julie Strain (natch), Julie K. Smith, bodybuilder Raye Hollitt, Tammy Parks, and - most notably - the gravity defying Shae Marks whose 34D chest will excite even the most jaded nude scene enthusiast. And while Shae is probably the most awe-inspiring of the bunch, it's lovely Julie K. Smith that gets the most screen-time while naked and Julie Strain that gets the funniest scene when she nearly knocks-out her Asian henchman with her own 40 3/4D cups while turning around unexpectedly. Also joining in for some fun in a single scene is Asian babe and Sidaris vet Carolyn Liu as well as blonde bombshell Christiva Turner. And if you're enterprising enough to explore the DVD features, you'll find an excellent nugget: tons of naked behind the scenes (and edited) footage of legendary Carrie Westcott from 1997's Return to Savage Beach.

1993's satire Bikini Squad is all about poking fun at the television show Baywatch while also managing to use the same exploitative techniques that made the life-guard-centric show a world-wide phenomenon. As a result, while you're laughing at the cardboard cut-out facsimiles of Hasselhoff and his myriad bimbettes as they dumbly recite lines and act out ludicrous situations, you're treated to the same barrage of boobs and buns one comes to expect from an episode of Baywatch: only here a few of the girls take off their tops! While striking brunette Rebecca Rocheford - as the harried female director of the show - never strips down past her bra, she does manage to have a sexy episode with a well-guided icecube. Luckily the heavenly Maureen Flaherty isn't so shy. While this bodacious babe looks excellent in her swimsuit, once she drops her top for a mid-movie dalliance with one of her co-stars, it becomes quite apparent she's a total work of art. Indeed, her breasts may well be one of the best racks ever caught on film.

Ditto the more vampy and angular, but nonetheless totally smoking Donna Baltron who plays an actress with a bad attitude. And, as usual in a movie with her name in the credits, good ol' Amazon Julie Strain drops by for some topless sex and some fun finger fallacio that's a lot more suggestive than humorous!

With all movies of this type, there are plenty of uncredited, hot extras (here known as the Unknown Bikini Squad Babes), but the producers omissions have at least one known bit part player: Dawn Warner Ramos plays a pink bikini'ed damsel in distress near the opening of the movie.

Perhaps one of the craziest indie horror flicks ever made, this beyond low-budget slasher flick imagines a rainy post-apocalyptic future consisting of murderous - yet somewhat flaky - robots Hell-bent on murdering large chested women in their hotel rooms. A product of the shot-on-video revolution of the early 2000's during which several movie-makers would populate their flicks' cast lists with b-movie stars while the stars visited various horror conventions, Exterminator City one-ups many of its brethren as it's knowingly dumb as a stump, having fun with the goofiness of its premise throughout its quick running time. The puppet effects bringing the robots to life are humorously rendered, and the bulk of the shooting is rough (to put it mildly), but none of that matters as you get some pretty good looks at a long list of b-movie babes. The nude roll call goes something like this (although there are more ladies in the picture that stay dressed): Fembomb (Ashley Lawrence), Julie Strain, Brinke Stevens, Cathy Barry, Dorothy Laine, Lana Cox, Misty Teal Varady, Zenova Braeden, Sara Jay, Jill Kelly, Jacklyn Lick, Penny Lynn, Siana, Teresa May, Katarina Nikita, Mistress Rhiannon, and Taylor Wayne! Phew! If there were that many pairs of boobs on the Titanic, no one would have drowned!

Julie Strain, looking ever the tall, buxom Amazon she is, here leads a coven of trendy, Los Angeles underground vampires while pining away for her lost love: the vamp that originally turned her who has been dead (no... like, really dead - not just vamp-dead) for 400 years. When one of her kith discovers a country-girl transplant, (Raelynn Saalman - here given an "introducing" credit, though she'd done at least half a dozen movies prior), Strain's vamp (named Illyana, not Morgana) is stunned to see Saalman is a dead-ringer for her lost love, only... y'know, she's a woman.

That doesn't stop Strain from pursuing Saalman and attempting to turn her into a vamp as well, something that Saalman's country-boyfriend visiting the big city tries to stop after enlisting the aid of a Van Helsing-like vamp hunter. To add even more confusion (and boobs) into the mix, some of the vampire family aren't happy with Strain as their leader (she keeps hogging all the best looking ladies they use as prey for herself), so efforts are made to undermine her plan to turn Saalman into her lover.

Indeed it's foolish, but you get a good dose of nudity despite the R-rating not only from Strain, but also from fellow Amazons Michelle Bauer and Linda Holdhal both of whom could either be vampires or 80's metal chicks, depending on context. Saalman's country girl spends a good portion of the proceedings parading around starkers, and a very blonde, almost unrecognizable Monique Parent shows up as well, giving those with more lithe tastes in the ladies a little eye candy. Filling out the cast (literally!) is vamp victim and shower aficionado Tamara Carrera, and as the British accented vampire looking to challenge Strain's leadership, Mary Tudor gives only but the barest glimpse of her bloodsucker bosom, which is still better than nothing.

For fans of vampire movies, this is probably a curio and another in a long-line of goofy cinematic failures to bring the sensuality and mystery of night dwellers to the screen, but for softcore and b-movie fans, this is a fun way to waste an hour-and-a-half. It's worth noting that there was a more explicit version of this movie released somewhere in the world called Blonde Heaven, which is the name of the "escort agency" run by the vamps (don't ask), but it is apparently terribly difficult to track down.

There's a pretty strong consensus among softcore aficionados that 1994's Play Time (or Playtime) is the steamiest flick the genre has ever seen. With a cast list that includes the impossibly attractive Monique Parent and Jennifer Burton - both in their very prime - along with some supporting appearances by Julie Strain, Ashley Rhey and Tammy Parks, and it certainly has the right credits. But casting aside, Play Time has quite a bit going for it as it titillates not only the body, but the mind.

In large part, Play Time succeeds because of the commendable efforts of producer/director Dale Trevillion and writer Mary Ellen Hanover. Trevillion doesn't have a long list of credits either - Playtime accounts for 1/6 of his resumé - and that's unfortunate because the man has an understanding of just what generates heat in a softcore production: pacing, originality, and fearlessness.

For Hanover's part, the script manages to make the impossibly unrealistic seem plausible, and that's a huge credit to her skills being the keyboard. Monique Parent plays a sexually unfulfilled woman on a weekend retreat with her husband that overhears (and masturbates to) the sound of the couple next door making love. Turns out the wife next door, played by Jennifer Burton, is a sexually uninhibited dynamo, and the pair become fast friends - and perhaps more than that - when their poolside topless sunbathing turns frisky. This sequence, which begins with the pair fleeing their spots when a pool man shows up, ends with both women masturbating together and could very well be the most torrid scene ever produced for the screen. In any genre. Period.

Parent and Burton soon take more than a friendly shine to one another, but things become tense when their husbands, who are co-workers, are put into play - the women essentially swapping partners to reinvigorate Parent's lagging sex life. All somehow manages to turn out swimmingly despite some definite rough spots, and in the end we even manage to see a few flashback sequences including Strain, Rhey and Parks in steamy action.

Trevillion's biggest accomplishment is the way this movie is paced. There is sex constantly here, Parent and Burton spending considerable screen time naked and writhing about. But whereas most softcore flicks have a start/stall kind of pattern with their pacing (sex scene, boring dialogue scene, sex scene, boring dialogue scene), Playtime has sex dripping all over almost every moment. Characters talk about sex and they appear turned on, and when a love scene arrives, it's often directly related to previous built-up tension; in effect, it's a payoff. This is most evident in the mutual masturbation sequence, but is true everywhere else as well.

Of course, a large part of the credit certainly does rest with the cast as you can be a terrific director with tremendous ideas and still turn out a dud without convincing talent. In Parent and Burton, director Trevillion was blessed with two actresses who really can act and were in the zone, ready to explore sexual boundaries and portray an ever-increasing need to get off in the most powerful way possible. Both women, naked or not, positively radiate sexiness and that's a true rarity in a genre that often relies more on physical gifts than actual talent. They're not just convincing here - they seem as though they too are along for this wild erotic ride.

If you haven't seen Playtime, get it. It's a fine movie for couples that aren't into explicit sex and it's a must for softcore fans.

This fourth sequel to the ever-extending Witchcraft franchise is memorable only as it was Julie Strain's sixth movie and it was one of the last to be shot on film. Other than that, it's likely to blur in with the rest of this low-rent "horror" series that is big on roman numerals and low on quality.

All would be completely forgettable, in fact, if not for the fact that Strain struts her stuff here not only without clothes (which is to be expected), but also with them; turning in a solid performance as a femme fatale with a vulnerable side. Julie Strain? Vulnerable? While typecast as a menacing Amazon nine times out of ten, (and even here channeling a good deal of Riot Grrrl energy), Strain actually shows off a softer side in Witchcraft IV that's refreshing to see and makes the movie worthwhile for her fans.

Beyond Strain, and a decent acting turn by apparent one-timer Lisa Jay Harrington, there's not much to see here. Even the beginning-of-the-movie nudity from then-pornstar Sunset Thomas is terribly fleeting! That says all you need to know about the budget: when you can't get the porn star to take off her top, then you must REALLY have no money!

Also worthy of note is the very odd extra Troma threw onto the movie when they acquired the rights from Vista Street Entertainment. Ever wanted to see what Julie Strain looks like fully nude at the start of a morning. The DVD gives you that little gift as thanks for sitting through the rest of the movie. It's actually pretty when Strain, sans any clothes but her boots, kicks a leg up and asks "Are you looking at my boots?"

Yeah Julie... your boots. That's what everyone's looking at.

Anyone that enjoys B-movies really ought to hold a special place in their hearts for exploitation great Andy Sidaris and his "Lethal Ladies" series of cheese flicks. Fit to Kill is a sequel to 1992's Hard Hunted and it attempts to outdo its predecessor on all fronts, which in a Sidaris movie means more boobs, more guns and more radio controlled machines loaded with explosives.

Never taking itself seriously, the movie's "plot" focuses on the efforts of villain Kane (RJ Moore) to obtain a precious diamond, his being tailed by the covert operatives working behind the scenes at radio station KSXY, and another group of villains that get into the mix also in search of the bounty. Notable as Julie Strain's first starring role in one of Sidaris' movies, she has quite the stunning introduction - the camera ogling her as she does a surnrise Thai Chi workout clad in a rather imaginative (and revealing) bathing suit. Strain isn't the only eye candy of course, as returning cast members from Hard Hunted include Dona Speir, Roberta Vasquez, Cynthia Brimhall, and Ava Cadell. While Speir and Vasquez are relegated to smaller roles this time around, Vasquez - who normally avoids any prolonged nude sequences - has a rather lengthy tumble in the sheets a blonde himbo. And though (very disappointingly) Brimhall is barely featured in the picture, she dons the same dress with the eye-popping neckline that she wore in Guns and manages to show off her heavenly breasts during a photographer's fantasy sequence. Alas, it is Cadell strutting around in barely there lingerie while DJ'ing for KSXY that should earn the highest praise for her gravity-defying shape. A gorgeously proportioned lady, Cadell lets her straps down only briefly during a perfunctory love scene following a fist fight with an enemy operative. Yes, women fight in lingerie in this flick. Yes, it's awesome.

While Carolyn Liu is a new addition who parades around as Kane's (frequently topless) arm candy, also joining the cast this go round, ostensibly for the reason of wading around in a pool topless while taking phone calls, is the delicious Sandra Wild, and her presence along with more explicit love scenes is what puts Fit to Kill one step ahead of the rest of Sidaris' movies. It's a boobtacular the likes of which haven't been made since the mid 90's, and a genre of moviemaking that b-movie enthusiasts should be clamoring for a return. In the 2000's it seems as though Jim Wynorski and Fred Olen Ray have attempted to pick up where Sidaris left off with their shot-on-video cheese-flicks, but the focus is so squarely on sex, and the budgets are so low, that the fun of Sidaris' work is lost.

Fans of under-boob, chocolate sauce and Nikki Fritz rejoice! While Book of Babes: Bare Wench 2 (AKA: The Bare Wench Project 2: Scared Topless) is a hand-held camera nightmare to watch, it delivers in spades when it comes to the above, also delivering five other hot actresses in various stages of total undress. If one could label this thing as having a "story," it would revolve around returning cast member Nikki Fritz's efforts to find her sister (who Fritz played in the first movie) who disappeared on Bare Wench Mountain with a gang of horny and clothing-allergic ladies. So logically Fritz brings along fellow softcore vets Samantha Phillips and Griffin Drew, along with several lesser know talents (who provide just as much eye-candy) including Alexus Winston, Arban Ornelas and the positively luscious Juliet Cariaga. Also along for the ride is a blonde-extensions-wearing Julie Strain as The Bare Wench herself, and of note is a quick cameo from a bikini clad Stacy Rosman who giggles it up with Andy Sidaris who does a quick shtick as Mr. Bigdickian, the money man behind Fritz's expedition.

Never sure whether they are on a somber task to actually find Fritz's sister and friends or if they're just out to get naked in the woods, the ladies improv their way through scenes with varying degrees of success, some jokes hitting their targets, but most falling very, very flat. Fritz is a lively, bubbly presence and, despite her constructed anatomy, an absolute vision to behold sans what little clothes she wears from scene to scene. Samantha Phillips, her voice hoarse and amped to near-shouting volume for almost every line, is a trifle annoying, but her harshness is offset by quiet, appealing and good-natured Griffin Drew and the wonderfully natural beauty that is Juliet Cariaga. It's terribly surprising that Cariaga doesn't have a lot more credits to her name, and not just with nudie pictures.

Probably a bit too disjointed and trying for a beer-and-pizza night with friends, put Bare Wench 2 on while you're working at home on something that doesn't require total attention and kind of watch it out of the corner of your eye. This way you'll lessen your need for Dramamine and catch only the jokes worth catching.

Like all Andy Sidaris movies, Guns is best enjoyed with your brain turned off and your eyes wide open. When a gun-runner named "the Jack of Diamonds" opens up a new based of operations in Hawaii, the only way he can be stopped is by a troupe of gorgeous female operatives and their "guns." Starring a bevy of 80's era playmates and with a short DVD introduction by the well-endowed Julie Strain, Guns provides plenty of laughs and surprises, not the least of which is Erik Estrada as Jack.

Recommended for fans of dumb-as-a-bag-of-hammers movies, big hair and, well... guns both literally and figuratively, the movie gives you some nice looks at Devin De Vasquez, Donna Speir, Kym Malin, Donna Spangler, Liv Lendeland, Phyllis Davis, Roberta Vasquez and the absolutely stunningly proportioned Cynthia Brimhall.

Fred Olen Ray and his Retromedia b-movie producing team deliver their usual brand of tom-boobery in this stone-dumb flick about a television crew encountering mysterious and erotic phantoms at an old, gothic girls' school once run by a Dominatrix/Head Mistress (Julie Strain). One would assume from the title that you would be bombarded with 26 pairs of unsheathed ghostly bosoms; alas that is only the first of the movie's false claims as their are only six erotic ghosts in the movie. Fortunately they are brought to after-life by the eyebrow raising presences of Strain, The Porcelain Twinz, Dru Berrymore, Felony, and the jaw-droppingly alluring Aria Giovanni. Mia Zottoli drops in for some psycho-erotic fun as well, so there are still plenty of nude undulating ladies to be had. But as good as they look, the second outright untrue claim of the movie doesn't allow them to look even better - this flick is in no way, shape or form in 3-D! Alas, don't sweat that as it's a small detail and in no way detracts from the naked highlights!

There's some not-so-serious monkey business going on in this zero-budget softcore romp! Two resourceful nebbishes invent a miraculous computer device allowing them to observe females obtaining sexual satisfaction--mostly with other females--until one channel displays a world where girl-ape love goes where no "Kong" movie has ever gone before. Is that a banana, or is he just happy to see her? Stars a bevy of unknowns and strippers hired by the ever-resourceful Lou Vockell who has assembled, somehow, an hour worth of girl-on-girl/girl-on-ape action out of what appears to be footage from at least three different movies.

The names you'll recognize: Julie Strain, Luana Chass, and (maybe) Jenny Wallace.

The names you won't know (mostly strippers with psuedonyms): Addie Morton, Candy Doll, Amber Rae, Storm, and Lisa Schneider as the leader of the Ladies of Kongland.

The movie is also known by several alternate titles including Planet of the Erotic Ape.

Talk about celestial bodies! Boob filled sci-fi spoof follows the diabolical Queen Sartanika as she plots to drain our planet of its sexual energy and broadcast the results on her reality show. Not all Earth girls are easy. Features Sasha Peralto, Linda Vox, Shauna O'Brien, Regina Russell, Julie Strain, The Porcelain Twinz, Jana Cova, Athena Demos, Kelly K.C. Quann, Deborah Dutch, Bettie Dewar, star. 80 min. Standard; Soundtrack: English Dolby Digital stereo; behind-the-scenes footage; DVD-ROM content; deleted scenes; photo gallery; TV spots; more.

If you're looking for a real grass roots-type erotic thriller, this one's for you! A sultry late night disc jockey specializing in getting people to reveal their sexual fantasies is pursued by a deranged killer who murders while listening to the DJ's voice. Carol Hoyt, Julie Strain and Richard Lynch star. Standard; Soundtrack: English Dolby stereo; scene access.

This Pay-Per-View flick is basically scenes from Jim Wynorski's Bare Wench Project II and III with scenes of reality TV star Melissa Brasselle in between making snarky comments. Melissa could get naked much more and open her mouth much less, but aside from that there is nothing wrong with this cavalcade of nude softcore starlets, including Nikki Fritz, Juliet Cariaga, Julie K. Smith, Julie Strain, Alexus Winston, Glori-Anne Gilbert and Arban Ornelas.

A series of beautiful girls with "heavenly hooters". Nice ladies and nice shots.

A stolen computer disk contains the location of a hidden tresaure trove. It's up to the sexy ladies of LETHAL (Legion to Ensure Total Harmony and Law) to find the treasure before the bad guys do. Will the forces of evil be able to overcome LETHAL's powerful combination of bullets, brains, and boobs?

This 2002 direct-to-video horror flick was apparently made by the S & M community, because it's basically a commercial for S & M. It's also a really badly done less-than-B soft core porn flick.

The plot follows a really lame and poorly played crime scene investigator as he realizes that a rash of sex murders are not the work of humans. It's a poorly produced mess, but there was plenty to cap, and there's plenty to watch. Just be sure to have the fast-forward button handy, because the nudity and bondage scenes are about the only thing worth watching.

All rise! This feature-length version of the popular Playboy series has Judge Julie Strain moving the cases from the courtroom to her bedroom for a weekend of sexy justice. With punishment this pleasurable, you'll want to do the crime and the time over and over again. Features Alexandra Silk, Nikki Fairchild, Skye Ashton. 120 min.

This movie requires the viewer to make a choice; do you want a decently done B-movie horror flick, or do you want lots of nudity and some really badly done gore thrown in?

If you made the second choice, this is the movie for you. Lots of nudity, along with one of the most lame, poorly acted movies you'll see in a while.

Still, Julie Strain continues to love to show those boobies, and she has some help in this one. The plot is simple: a sorority has a quaint little secret. They're cannibals. House Mother Julie sets a yummy example for her girls as she eats her way through the local male population.

See it with someone you love (to eat :-).

I think the funniest part of this movie is that they even pretend there's a plot. I'm not one of those "it's so bad it's good" people, so this clearly is not targeted at me. Erica (Julie Strain) is the wife of a powerful lawyer, who happens to be a witch and is in competition with the wife of one of her husband's partners, Amelia (Linda Blair), who also happens to be a witch. What a wacky coincidence! Anyway, after Amelia's husband Howard (Edward Albert) is promoted over Larry (Larry Poindexter), Erica's husband, Erica uses her mojo on Howard, putting him in a wheelchair. Amelia reacts by killing Erica and fucking with everyone else in Larry's life. If you're sitting through this movie it's probably because you're a Julie Strain fan, so none of that makes any difference to you. Bad acting, bad directing, bad implants. But the threesome scene almost makes sitting through it worthwhile. Nuff said.

All b-movie horror flicks are not created equal, and this is a cut above average.

We have a heroine who's a little nuts due to abuse as a child, a group of friends who have formed a "murder club", quite a bit of nudity throughout the movie, and of course a killer who is running around offing everybody in sight.

Twisty, and a little better than you'd expect.

A pretty decent story of witchcraft and black magic; unfortunately the movie suffers from some really lame acting but the story is still interesting.

The parents of a young girl, who are a witch and a warlock, are murdered when she is 6 years old. The killer takes the girl to raise with his own family.

When the girl turns 18, a warlock comes to help her fulfill her birth right (or rite, if you prefer the hoaky movie title version :-). If you can forgive the acting, the story's not bad, and to his credit, the director apparently decided if she couldn't act, she could at least get naked, so there's quite a bit of nudity by Natalie Anne Sutherland.

A tropical island is the setting for television's hottest new reality show, "Treasure Hunt" where 10 sexy contestants are competing for $10 million in hidden cash. Their celebration of fun, sun and seduction turns to panic when the contestants start having mysterious and deadly accidents. A killer is loose on the island... and as the body count grows so do the television ratings.

A group of power-hungry tyrants rule Earth in the wake of mankind's virtual destruction by asteroids. Eventually, one woman realizes that she must utilize her position as a concubine to the maniacal leaders in order to overthrow them and lead her people to freedom in the face of extremely difficult conditions. Julie Strain stars. 80 min. Standard; Soundtrack: English stereo; audio commentary; interview; scene access.

A crime boss discovers that his associates are being lured into sexual situations, then assaulted and murdered. The mobster wants to put a stop to the killings, but complicating matters is a cop trying to solve the case whose only suspect is a beautiful dark-haired woman seen at the scene of one of the crimes. Julie Strain, Joe Estevez and Chris Mitchum star. 90 min. Standard; Soundtrack: English stereo; scene access.

Brad's wife is mysteriously murdered. Detective Crank has too many other things to do than find her killer so he tells Brad to do some of his own detective work. Brad begins recounting all of his affairs that his has had with women he met on an internet fantasy line. From these women, he must try and decide which one killed his wife and why.