A tall, smoky brunette with a streamlined contour--aside from those conical breasts dangerously protruding like 1950s taillights--ornamental film star Pamela Gilbert displayed a natural genius for hogging up audience attention while doing little more than walking naked into a pool, paddling across, and walking out again toward the camera. Pamela crammed as much of herself as possible into her pitifully brief two-year work history. Evil Spawn (1987) alone is bursting with the dusky goodness of the stark-naked Pamela strut. Those breasts, that artfully cracked ass, the trim triangle of muff thatch. We hardly knew ye, but we shall cherish thee forever!