Flexing With Monty
The odd, provocative Flexing with Monty is a film that came in slightly
behind schedule. Some say that it was "in production" longer than any film in
history. Shooting began in 1994. By the time it was released in January of 2010,
both the film's star and the original producer had died.
Trevor Goddard, best known for his role as Lt. Cmdr. Mic Brumby in the
successful television series JAG, was cast in the lead role alongside Oscar
Nominee Sally Kirkland. The film was to be Trevor’s first starring role.
It turned out to be his last. He completed his final scene in the film only days
before he was found dead in his L.A. home, having OD'ed on heroin and cocaine.
That was in 2003. Financial problems caused the production and
post-production process to drag out another five years, and it took another couple
of years to get some kind of distribution deal.
I haven't seen it. Mr. Skin did the caps and clips. The only review online
calls it "bizarre," although he quite liked it. Here is the IMDb summary:
"Monty is a bodybuilder. His gym is the very heart of his existence. He is
aggressively male, outrageously narcissistic and a bigot. Sharing this strange
world is Monty's cerebral and emotionally wounded younger brother, Bertin. One
stormy day, the brothers' bizarre but settled lives are suddenly disrupted by
the unexpected arrival of Lilith, a Catholic nun collecting contributions for an
unusual cause. Lilith's arrival is the catalyst required to generate a momentous
change in Bertin's relationship with his brother: a change that results in the
astonishing and gruesome downfall of the vainglorious Monty."
More information on the film can be found at
For today's purposes, Sally Kirkland turned back the clock 16 years to 1994,
and did full-frontal nudity. These scenes will show you why the reviewer chose
the word "bizarre."
Film clips here. Collages
Spartacus: Blood and Sand
Here are HQ versions of all the female nudity from the stars, although I
reduced the quality of the anonymous orgy scenes, since they went on forever.
Quick snaps from the videos:
Catch the deluxe
version of Other Crap in real time, with all the bells and whistles,
Another "Babe in Bondage" day from "Fatal Pulse" we have Cindra Hodgon and
Christie Mucciante. Cindra is topless and gets electrocuted and Christie get
her boobs covered with wet cement. Fatal Pulse is truly a bizarre movie
experience, which combines moments of mediocrity, stupidity, inadvertent
comedy and uncomfortable brutality. Sorry about the quality, this one is not
available on DVD.
Christie Mucciante clip.
Cindra Hogdon clip. Caps
Over in TV Land we lighten it up with a Colbie Smulders leg & thigh show on "How
I Met Your Mother." Caps and
8 1/2 Women
Walker film clips. Samples below.
I have a love/hate relationship with the movies of the eccentric
auteur, Peter Greenaway.
Although his plotting is almost irrelevant and his concepts are so
eccentric as to defy summarization, I have found some of his movies
charming, quirky, intellectually engaging, and aesthetically brilliant.
I think Pillow Book is an aesthetic marvel, although I have to admit
the purity of my aesthetic appreciation was rarely polluted by any
comprehension of what the hell was going on. I think Drowning by Numbers
is a masterpiece of eccentric art and puzzle construction, smarter and
artier than, but comparable to, TV's "The Prisoner." I think "A Zed and
Two Noughts" is one of the best examples of "moving pictures" as art - a
true moving painting, although is stranger than strange.
As for Prospero's Books - well, it is unusual and quite a feast for
the senses, although Elya reminded me that it was the most pretentious
thing she's ever seen. And this from a woman who has seen all of
Tarkovsky's movies. I mean - more pretentious than "Nostalghia"? That's
pretty friggin' pretentious. Maybe she has a point, but I also thought
the film was a stunner in a lot of ways. But on the other hand,
Greenaway's eccentricities can be irritating and boring and
uncomfortable to watch. "The Draughtsman's Contract," one of
the director's most respected films, could be the single
most boring non-Russian movie I've ever seen.
"Eight and a Half Women" is not that dry, but doesn't have enough of
Greenaway's strengths, to offset the fact that it is too deeply
rutted in his personal eccentricity, intellectual aloofness, film theory
and artistic theory. It starts out with the death of a beloved wife,
after which the sole son consoles his stiff banker dad by having sex
with him. So right away you know this ain't gonna be a Touchstone Pic.
Then, together, they assemble a mansion full of concubines to fill up
their grieving lives. A sub-plot about the bank's foreclosing on a
Japanese businessman gives Greenaway an excuse to indulge his
fascination with Japanese art, aesthetic design, and flower arrangement.
Not just Japanese. Italian as well. There are at least two tributes to
Fellini's "8 1/2": in the title, obviously, and in the fact that the
father and son watch that Fellini classic twice.
The movie has some striking visual composition, and a truly excellent
performance from the older man, John Standing. It also has some
interesting discussions about filmmaking, the engineering marvel of the
penis, Kabuki theater and various other subjects that you won't find
discussed in the next Bruce Willis movie. For example, one Japanese
woman wants to become a female impersonator so she can be more feminine
- because the female impersonators in Kabuki are trained in every nuance
I'll be honest. I try to support individualistic filmmakers like
Greenaway, because I admire solitary and unique geniuses and their
disregard for the copycat formulae of Hollywood. We need such people,
and who else but Greenaway could even conceive of making such a movie as
this? I really wanted to like this movie.
But in the last analysis, I really wanted it to end.
This is, per the IMDb ratings, is tied for the dishonor of being
Greenaway's worst feature length non-documentary:
- (7.44) - The Falls
- (7.20) - The Tulse
Luper Suitcases, Part 2: Vaux to the Sea (2004)
- (7.19) - The Cook
the Thief His Wife & Her Lover (1989)
- (7.18) - The
Draughtsman's Contract (1982)
- (7.17) - A Zed & Two
- (6.78) - Drowning by
- (6.74) - The Tulse
Luper Suitcases, Part 3: From Sark to the Finish (2003)
- (6.71) - The Tulse
Luper Suitcases, Part 1: The Moab Story (2003)
- (6.69) - A Life in
- (6.64) -
- (6.58) - The Belly
of an Architect (1987)
- (6.58) - Prospero's
- (6.49) - The Pillow
- (6.09) - The Baby of
- (5.60) - 8 ½ Women
- (5.60) - The Death
of a Composer: Rosa, a Horse Drama (1999)
Johnny's comments: Open Graves is basically Jumanji set in Spain.
Except everyone dies and the winner gets one wish. Of course, the wish
is ridiculously flawed, but then so is the film which gets sillier and
sillier until a truly silly ending. Meh...
Eliza Dushku film
clip. Collages below. No nudity.