The film starts in a very promising way, we are treated to a highly proffesional looking (for a film of this type) title sequence with ladies in their bra & pants dancing around and rubbing each other, however, it soon becomes clear that this is where the film's entire budget has been spent. From the first 2 seconds of the first scene, it is obvious just what a dire film this is. The fuzzy picture can come from no other source that a standard home camcorder and it is clearly set in somones flat in the middle of Soho. If this wasn't enough, the 'star' of the film looks like the illegitimate love child of Woody Allen and Dennis Pennis, with the dress sense of Waldo (from the Where's Waldo books).
After some painful & instantly forgettable preamble, things begin to look better as a scantily dressed young lady appears from out of nowhere on 'Waldo's' bed. Any excitement is short lived as we are then subjected to the most excruciateingly drawn out striptease by a clearly ill at ease 'actress' I have ever had the misfortune to witness. Minutes literally seem like hours while this woman slllllllllooooooooooooowwwwwwwwllllllllllyyyyyyyy strips, when we finally do get to see some breast action anyone who is still watching has lost the will to live.
It comes as a relief when the music finally fades out and the woman magically disappears just as mysteriously as she arrived. Frustration and anger soon turn to confusion and bewilderment when upon answering a knock at the door a clown with severe gastric problems bursts into the flat and rushes into Waldo's lavatry. we are then treated to the sounds of loose bowel movements coming from behind the thankfully closed toilet door, accomanied by the relieved sighs of the slick clown. The clown then leaves, and is to play no further part in the proceedings. Exactly what the clown's signifcance was and how he became striken with this rather unpleaseant illness is something that the finest scholars of our time will no doubt be dabating for many years to come.
After some more thankfully brief and forgettable dialogue, the cheesy music starts again and another lady appears before 'Waldo'. Again we have to watch the uncomfortable woman attempt to tease us with her near nakedness, suddenly though things look as is they are about to get much more interesting as a second woman appears. Alas, if you were expecting some hot lesbo action you will be deeply disapointed as the scene is neither hot, lesbionic, nor action packed. By the time the two women eventually reach full nudity (still without even touching one another) requests to fast forward are starting to be made.
Some more women apear, gradually undress and then disappear again, some more pointless words are spoken from the mouth of 'Waldo' some more people watching the film decide to end their own lives. Some actual plot then happens (in a manner of speaking) when a neighbour enters the flat, 'Waldo' is clearly agitated and finally tells the confused neigbour that he 'sees naked strippers' (clearly the name of the film has been changed in a cynical and mislading attempt to boost it's sales). The neihbour who obviously cannot see the rude ladies does not believe the crazed 'Waldo', and lo and behold, as soon as the stranger has left and 'Waldo' walks into his kitchen, what do we see? That's right, another woman in just her bra and pants. She then begins a dire performance with a banana and a can of spray cream, but by now the requests fo fast forward to something even remotely erotic, or even humourus cannot be ignored.
Nobody actually knows how this film finishes because even a 14 year old achoolboy desperate to bee some boob action will have lost interest after half an hour and started leafing through the lingerie section of the nearest mail order catalogue. Some fast forwarding of the film indicates that an orgy of some description may be involved, but it in no way makes up for the preceeding seventy minutes of mind numbing tedium.