After watching this insipid piece of self-serving vacuous tripe, I got down on my knees and thanked God that when I was a twenty-something I lived in New York City and not LA. This film doesn't have a single redeeming quality. The title is moronic since it has nothing to do with anything in the movie. The acting is sophomoric (which I should have expected with Tara Reid as the lead). The pretentious direct-to-the-camera commentary by the principals comes off as laughable verbal diarrhea. Truman Capote once said that from the time the wheels of your jet touch down in LA your IQ goes down in a geometrically progressive fashion for each day you remain there. That the makers of this film took themselves seriously bears out his statement.
Review of Body Shots
