Putting Pamela Anderson Lee in any movie is like an elephant in a snowstorm. The producers and advertisers will do anything to keep from admitting that the high selling point of any of Ms Lee's "work" is her legendary bosom. Alas, it proves futile and we see through the efforts and those of us men who can pry our eyes to something other than the obvious will note that she continually finds work in movies that match her talents as an actress.

Naked Souls isn't the worst but it's certainly the most shameless. Barb Wire at least didn't try to hide the fact that stuffing Lee into a leather bustier would sell tickets. Naked Souls on the other hand tried to convince us that it is a serious psychological thriller while still providing her a wardrobe so ridiculously skimpy that it renders her nude scenes redundant.

Now here are a series of plot points that could only happen in the movies: 1.) Lee plays an artist. 2.) She is engaged to a brilliant scientist. 3.) He's busy with his work and has very little time for her. 4.) He is working with a crippled scientist who has figured out how to exchange mental images so you can read someone's thoughts even after they're dead.

Looking over those points again, I could only plausibly believe the latter.

The plot follows a shameless detail that memories from a serial killer's corpse are a series of quickly edited flashbacks to a guy who's mind only contained images of women either bathing, showering or adjusting their garter belts while sporting an absurd plunging neckline. The movie tries to point out that this is a very odd behavior but get inside the head of ANY hetrosexual male and you will find that visions of women bathing, showering or adjusting their garter belts basically come standard.

But anyone who indulges into this movie would hardly expect less. The movie opens with Pam in the shower just to fill the bill for anyone who actually rented it. Nobody comes into this film for the final climax in which Pam has to rescue her fiance (I'd be worried). It has thriller elements but it has nothing to match the terror of Pam stumbling over words like "eclectic".

Naked Souls fills the standard base requirements for any of Pam's movies. As I said it's more shameless than Barb Wire but in this case at least you didn't have to plunk down 8 bucks to see it. Added to that, the movie, which came directly to cable at least had the virtue of the fast forward button just in case that, you know, pesky plot got in the way.