Rinse. Lather. Repeat.

      This blog's relatively sure that some of you will be "ohhhhh, realllly"-ing as you read this, smacking your lips and smiling as if Crème Brûlé neared your rapacious eyes.   This blog's resposne is more of a 'meh,' but it's worth noting the involvement of James Toback, the creepy bastard behind Nastassja Kinski's lurid Exposed some twenty years ago, so this blog suspects the film's quality will be roughly on par with a Playboy Wet and Wild edition. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, this blog will leave entirely up to you.

      (Actually, this blog suspects it's the Oh-Shit-My-Career-Is-Dead-In-The-Water-What-The-Hell-Do-I-Do-Now-Syndrome at work, yet again.)