Up until things got ugly, war-torn Europe must have been an interesting place to be, if we're to believe the environment presented in Salon Kitty: sex, debauchery and feasting in full force, with little care for tomorrow. Looks OK to me. The curtains open to nasty Nazi Helmut Berger overseeing medical experiments in the name of racial purity; then, in the name of the Fuhrer, he gathers an excellent sample of pretty young things to put into action an orgy of epic proportions. All this would appear to be in the name of having a good time, but their claim is that they've got the future of their nation on their minds. Berger then subjects the ladies to degrading acts to weed out the weak; this treats the audience to scenes of intimacy with a brutish monster, a humpback, a corpulent, a gypsy and of course a Jew. Well-paid, free spirited Ingrid Thulin celebrates the war on Poland at her house of sin until Berger has it shut down. The Nazis give her new girls to work with, in the name of Adolf, but she finds them too dull and pure. Nevertheless, she goes to work, unaware that the Nazis are using the bordello to eavesdrop on their officers. Innocent upper-class recruit Teresa Ann Savoy begins to develop a relationship with officer John Steiner, unfortunately shot as a traitor after her Nazis learn of their conversations. This brings her to Berger's attention, who forces her to indulge in moral misbehavior with his wife Tina Aumont. The girls begin to revolt against the oppressive Nazis as the film concludes in a flurry of sex, death and steambaths. I can't think of any non-pornographic film that contains quite so much nudity as Salon Kitty. As accomplished in Salo with notably greater ease, Brass tries to inundate his film with enough conceptual content and political intrigue to avoid being sequestered in the nudie film ghetto . Unlike standard erotically charged cinema, it starts off slow, relying primarily on suggestion and gore. However, once Berger parades the line of young ladies into their headquarters, the sex doesn't stop. Surprisingly little of the nudity is appealing. Salon Kitty appears far more interested in the connotations of the bare flesh than in the prurient appeal of women's bodies. Some symbolism reeks of the obvious; few self-respecting filmmakers would put a shot of pigs being slaughtered early in a film about Nazi debauchery. Brass seems more at home relishing in the visual appeal than criticizing the activities. Much of the sex will not appeal to fans of straightforward erotica, or even *. The image of a woman humiliating a man for wearing a pubic wig may have its audience, but it's a relatively minor, *-inclined one.