One thing about Girls on Fire: it tries. There's a definite air of professionalism to this film-production values are quite good, a number of locations are used and the attractive cast gives their all. It's unfortunate then, that Girls On Fire is somewhat of a disappointment.
Taking a tip from some Like It Hot and the great Every Woman Has A Fantasy, Girls on Fire delves into that unusual premise of cross-dressing men wearing women's clothing.
In this scenario, James Gillis and Bobby Bullock are two aggressive insurance investigators are on the lam from the mob after they seduce a kingpin's wife. They find themselves in a lingerie studio —populated by an array of arresting women— and decide to don women's clothes in order to keep out of sight. The situation calls for many "wacky" and "sexy" incidents.
A feeling of deja vu might overcome the viewer who has seen Every Woman Has A Fantasy and G-Strings. And when two hitmen get into the act, Girls on Fire becomes a comedy that really wants to be funny, but isn't.
In the sex department, most of the scenes ramble on too long, as if director Jack Remy needed them to cover the hackneyed plot. It's a shame, since there are some genuinely stimulating encounters, particularly from the likes of wild Ginger Lynn, and gorgeous Angel with Gillis and Bullock.
Still, Girls on Fire is a professionally rendered erotic excursion with some memorable moments, and a battery of the most alluring lingerie that you'll ever see. too bad that the men in the story had to start tinkering with the stuff.