Hot Legs

Hot Legs revolves around a photography studio that specializes in, well, you know. This feature is very nicely shot (Bob Chinn's 70's output is generally strong), but man oh man, the sex is universally lackluster. Scene after scene focuses on one thing (and no it's not legs). It's where you have to stare at a guy's face for several minutes. That's a buzzkill. I thought the girl selling the Disco Hot Legs was incredibly foxy. Too bad they fixed her up with such a dud. The business pays a bunch of money in advertising during a ball game, use the mousy then suddenly sexy seceratary for the shoot, and, that's about the extent of the story. Best thing about this one: The blatant knock-off of the title song.