Believe it or not, I used to regularly review exercise videos in the '80s, not really for a living but as part of my job at Variety newspaper (that's one reason why it was called "variety" though what's currently left of the brand hardly qualifies anymore). Screeners ranging from Jayne Kennedy to the great Fonda would stream into the office each week, and in my own inscrutable manner (still reflected in my treating porn with the same respect I would a master filmmaker) I would attempt to review these ephemeral self-help programs as if they were works of art.