Like a stack of discarded photos, there's no rhyme, reason or art in this documentary about a Hugh Hefner with talent.

The film starts out with his ex models justifying why they posed for him, then midway through suddenly cuts to talking about his youth (which was actually interesting as he was a Jewish teenager in Germany when the Nazis came to power) and then suddenly they're talking about his wife... This film had as much structure as an orphan jellyfish.

My favorite part of the whole movie was this exchange between Susan Sontag and Helmut Newton which took place in June, 1979, on French talk show Apostrophe (I've translated the original French):
>Susan Sontag: As a woman, I feel your [Helmut Newton] photographs are very misogynistic. For me, they're very unpleasant.
>Bernard Pivot (host): Not the man.
>Sontag: Not the man, his work. ... I'll never find anyone pleasant who does what he does, especially when it comes to fantasies.
>Helmut Newton: I adore women! There's nothing I love more than women!
>Susan Sontag: That's what all misogynists say.
>Newton: But I swear it's true!
>Sontag: Forgive me, but I can't accept that as truth. The objective truth is: the master loves his slave, the hangman loves his victim. No, there are so many misogynists who say they love women, then show women in a humiliating light.