Far be it from me to tread on anyone's "one man's art is another man's garbage" sensibilities, but the bottom line is that for all it's artistic, and well-executed, pretensions the show "Crazy Horse Paris" (formerly known as La Femme) at MGM Grand is pretty much just about showing off naked women. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course.

These particular naked women are fine examples of the form, all young, taut, beautiful, and perfect physical specimens. No cellulite here. Which is good because you're going to wind up seeing just about every last bit of them except for a tasteful but incredibly small patch covering… well… I believe some people refer to it as the "hoo-ha" so we'll just go with that.

They dance and writhe and lip sync in exaggerated vignettes designed to be both arty and erotic and in many ways they succeed. Lighting, staging, music, and choreography are all top-notch so this is one of the better examples of the naked women shows but in the end it's still just a naked woman show. Naked women dancing. Naked women twirling. You get the idea.

It also has a numbing sameness to it that drove many people to the exits long before the final artistic bump and grind. Those that stayed behind were mostly men and it was almost surprising that they weren't wearing raincoats to go along with their glazed "look at those breasts" expressions.

And that really is the crux of the problem with "Crazy Horse Paris." Yes, people do come to Vegas to see naked women and people do come to Vegas to see artistically inspiring shows but it's usually not the same people and it's usually not the same shows.

You want naked women, go to a Strip club. It'll cost you less money than "Crazy Horse Paris" (unless you buy a lot of lap dances) and you'll probably accomplish more of what you set out to accomplish. You want art, go to "Mystere" or "O."

You want both? Okay… go to "Crazy Horse Paris."