By Michele Romero
Updated October 23, 1992 at 04:00 AM EDT

In the video for Erotica, a beautifully decked-out, Marlene Dietrich-inspired Madominatrix (complete with riding crop, gold front tooth, and black mask) guides the viewer through a barrage of dimly lit, keyhole-view sexual escapades. Madonna kisses Naomi Campbell. Madonna warms the lap of an elderly gentleman. Madonna fellates the fist of a puppet. Madonna rides a bicycle in the nude. Madonna whips a pack of leather-strapped studs. The video seems more a litany of television taboos than a titillating expression of her sexual fantasies. Haven’t we seen most of this stuff before? Can we be bored with the subject matter already? Hardly! It’s just that no emotion is attached to the mechanics of these acts, so it’s difficult to identify with or care about the characters. This limitation is a result of choppy editing, which makes this piece of ”art” seem little more than a trailer teasing the viewer into parting with $49.95 for her show-all photo book, Sex. If you close your eyes you can imagine Madonna coquettishly coaxing, ”Erotic, erotic, put your hands right into your wallet.” B-