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 below,


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:






  • * Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe).

  • * White asterisk: expanded format.

  • * Blue asterisk: not mine.

  • No asterisk: it probably sucks.


Catch the deluxe version of Other Crap in real time, with all the bells and whistles, here.







Fatal Pulse


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. Caps below.

Cindra Hogdon clip. Caps below.


TV Land

Over in TV Land we lighten it up with a Colbie Smulders leg & thigh show on "How I Met Your Mother." Caps and a clip.






8 1/2 Women


Part 2

Polly Walker film clips. Samples below.


Scoop's notes:

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 of feminity.

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:

  1. (7.44) - The Falls (1980)
  2. (7.20) - The Tulse Luper Suitcases, Part 2: Vaux to the Sea (2004)
  3. (7.19) - The Cook the Thief His Wife & Her Lover (1989)
  4. (7.18) - The Draughtsman's Contract (1982)
  5. (7.17) - A Zed & Two Noughts (1985)
  6. (6.78) - Drowning by Numbers (1988)
  7. (6.74) - The Tulse Luper Suitcases, Part 3: From Sark to the Finish (2003)
  8. (6.71) - The Tulse Luper Suitcases, Part 1: The Moab Story (2003)
  9. (6.69) - A Life in Suitcases (2005)
  10. (6.64) - Nightwatching (2007)
  11. (6.58) - The Belly of an Architect (1987)
  12. (6.58) - Prospero's Books (1991)
  13. (6.49) - The Pillow Book (1996)
  14. (6.09) - The Baby of Mâcon (1993)
  15. (5.60) - 8 ½ Women (1999)
  16. (5.60) - The Death of a Composer: Rosa, a Horse Drama (1999)



Open Graves


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.




Penelope Cruz and Javier Bardem, obviously totally into one another

Ashley Greene in Interview magazine

Lindsay Lohan

Betsy Rue in My Bloody Valentine. One of the best nude scenes of all time - in 1080p

Rinko Kikichi in Babel


Film Clips