Tease and porn sometimes seem to inhabit what DC Comics like to call the "Parallel Universe" — you know, a place where two different creeds of crime fighters exist side by side, accomplishing their appointed tasks by methods as disparate as a blast of x-ray vision to a kick in the solar plexus.

A stretch perhaps, but strange as it may appear, I kind of liken tease to the benign, family-oriented image of Superman. It's pure fantasy, and half of the appeal lies in your imagination. Which, in a roundabout way, places the Nude Showgirl tapes somewhere in the neighborhood of your average Superboy comic — light fun, but not as challenging or satisfying as the true Man of Steel.

Basically, both vids are chock full babe-ilicious skin jigglers, but the presentation is too simplistic and redundant to keep all but the most devoted aficionados of pole dancing's interest from flagging. In the darkened Deja-Vu club, There's a fireman's pole at the end of a runway where all of the talent head to shake, rattle and roll their assets. Some of the girls play with body paints; some dance with flashlights; some decorate themselves with whipped cream; and heaven help us, one of them even bursts out with a mangled version of David Rose's "The Stripper" on trumpet — but every one of their delicious butts eventually ends up swinging around that damn pole.

Granted, there were times when I wished I were the post-show pole-polisher, (no jokes, kids) but basically that's it. Except for the occasional insert shot from a hand-held camera, most of the action is covered from two angles at a pretty fair distance away. There's no color commentary, no behind-the-scenes action, no interviews, no interesting graphics, just a seemingly endless parade of female forms. If I didn't have to get up and switch tapes, I couldn't tell which volume was which without a score card.

Which, in a way explains why I've always liked Batman more than Superman. "The Dark Knight" is never afraid to get nasty and really kick some ass.