Australia Day Special

part 2

Tuesday is Australia's national day so it is appropriate that this weekend's contribution be an all-Australian affair.


Back in the beginning of the 90s, Australia produced a soap called Chances. It was famous (infamous?) for the nudity by both the male and female performers. All up there were 127 episodes produced. Three DVD sets have been released containing 24 episodes taken from the last 31 shows.

(This is the first of two parts.)

Episode 97 A Dish Called Wanda

Abigail - cleavage

Cendrine Souvairan - breast

Ciri Thompson - breast

Danielle Fairclough - she played the virgin of the show and didn't get naked, but she did get down to her underwear.

Karen Richards - underwear

Episode 98 Diamonds are for Everyone

Ciri Thompson - see-through breast

Episode 99 Here Comes the Bride

Ciri Thompson - amazing cleavage

Karen Richards - breast

Katherine Li - see-through breast

Episode 100 Venus Fly Trap

Katherine Li - in her underwear

Lorena Garcia - naked showing her breast

Episode 101 Thrust in Me

Karen Richards - breast

Katherine Li - underwear

Lorena Garcia - a nice bit of leather

Episode 102 Alex the God

Karen Richards - breast

Katherine Li - sexy

Lorena Garcia - breast

Mercia Deane-Johns - pokies

Unknown - naked

Episode 103 Call Me Madam

Cathy Puling - breast

Danielle Fairclough - sexy leotard

Karen Richards - sexy cleavage

Patsy Stephen - side boobage

Episode 104 Party Games

Danielle Fairclough - sexy

Erin Gill and Donna Bennett - one of them is showing a breast

Karen Richards - breast

Patsy Stephen - sexy

Renee Kucina - side boobage

Episode 109 The Naked and the Dead

Jane Atherton - sexy

Kim Donnell - see-through breast

Maxine Fensom - breast

Episode 110 The Royal Flush

Annmaree Spencer - breast

Jane Atherton - breast

Jodie Chamberlain - breast

Mercia Deane-Johns - breast

Episode 111 The Switch

Danielle Fairclough - sexy

Kim Donnell - breast

Mercia Deane-Johns - breast





  • * 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.









Another "Babes in Bondage" day. The Time Machine goes back to 1969 for Marquis de Sade: Justine


First up Romina Power (Tyrone Power's daughter) gets tied to a tree for a hot poker treatment.  No nudity. Caps and a clip.

Then Romina is joined by Rosalba Neri as both are tied up and bare breasted. Caps and a clip.

Finally some topless unknowns in bondage. Caps and a clip.


TV Land

Over in TV Land Carrie Ann Inaba, the judge from "Dancing With the Stars," visits "Lopez Tonight" and shows off some leg & thigh and sexy boots. Caps with an HD clip.




A Love Song for Bobby Long


Scarlett Johansson film clips.   Samples below.

Scoop's comments:

You must be aware of the American Southern Gothic tradition which encompasses such important writers as Carson McCullers, Flannery O'Connor, Truman Capote, and Tennessee Williams. The stories generally involve characters who are either romantic eccentrics or once-great people gone to seed

... through excessive alcohol drinkin', 'n' givin' up on theyselves on account o' some terrible failure in life or love. They live in crumblin' plantation houses, and their lonely lives now consist of droppin' their g's, rehashin' their memories, 'n' meetin' together with other castaways, exchangin' some speechifyin' which is empty, but mighty purty and right flowery. To add atmosphere, there's usually a passel of folks who have bought Colonel Sanders's old white suits from Goodwill and wear them at all times while moseyin' through the genteel decay of the old parts of Charleston, Savannah, or N'awlins. Most of 'em, even the richest and most educated characters, have white trash cousins who are secretly married to their other white trash cousins, or even to their own daddies. You can also count on the fact that the families are hidin' some other secrets far more macabre than incest. God knows what. It might be that there are insane people chained up in the attic, or that somebody killed one of his children, or it might be that ol' granny is still sleepin' with granpa's corpse.

You name it. If Charles Dickens were to be transplanted to the middle of the 20th century, he'd feel right at home in the American South. This grotesque mythic structure is part of the literary ethos in the South, sparking its worst excesses, but also its grandest successes. Even the incomparable William Faulkner was not untouched by the norms and conventions of Southern Gothic, although his greatest works soared far above the genre. Southern Gothic. A Love Song For Bobby Long is such a story, New Orleans division.

Oh, before I begin discussing the movie, there's another thing you furriners may not know about American Southerners. Let's discuss the name "Bobby". Up north it is more common to find a Bob or Rob. You can find a Bobby or two up north as well, but they are usually little kids, and just about 100% of them are really named "Robert". In the South, it is common for "Bobby" to be the name of an adult (in the case of this movie, even a once-distinguished English professor), and the name on his (or her!) birth certificate may even be "Bobby." It ain't always a nickname, down here, podner. Iff'n you meet a Larry down here, his birth certificate may be stained with chicken grease and BBQ sauce, but if you can still make it out through the smudges, it'll probably say "Larry", not "Lawrence." If you meet a "Billy Bob" down here (a strong likelihood), don't expect his real name to be "William Robert."

That shit's too hard to spell.

No, just kidding. We can spell down here, but William Robert Thornton is too inaccessible, too pompous, too New England.

For some reason, we exempt "Charles" and "David" from the "stuffy Northerner" rule. Southerners often have "Charles" or "David" on their birth certificate, and they are rarely called "Charlie", "Dave", "Davy", or "Chuck."

The one syllable attached middle name is more of a Texas thang. We're different in Texas. Our state was part of the Confederacy, but is not at all genteel. We raise our voices to whoop out loud, and our aristocrats are not nearly so polite as the refined people in the Deep South. We think of ourselves as rough-hewn Westerners, not genteel Southerners, or maybe just as Texans, since this massive state used to be a country, and is still as large as the largest countries in Europe. You'll find a Jimmy Don, Donny Earl, Billy Ray, Betty Jo, or Billy Bob around every corner in the Lone Star State, but we aren't like the decaying plantation aristocrats, who seem to prefer the implicit reverse snobbery inherent in having the simplest and humblest possible name, like Jimmy or Huey or Bobby. The mannerly Southerners also seem to feature uniquely Southern creations like Arlen and Beau(regard). Beauregard is kind of a universally Southern name, isn't it? Just as you know Alistair is not an American, you can be sure Beauregard is not a Northerner.

Enough side-tracks.

Bottom line: it probably should say "Bobby Long" on his driver's license, not "Robert Long," but a legal document is addressed to the movie character as "Mr. Robert Long."

The story begins as a young girl named Pursline is sitting in a white trash trailer park in Florida, eating peanut butter dipped in M&M's. She finds out that her estranged, alcoholic mother has died, and heads off to New Orleans for the funeral. She doesn't make it in time for the service, but finds out that her mom has left her something as a legacy - one third of a disgustingly filthy, unheated, run-down shack near the French Quarter. It seems that momma's two roommates each own a third as well. One of them is Bobby Long, once a brilliant literature professor, now a hopeless middle-aged drunk. The other is Lawson Pines, once Bobby's teaching assistant, then his confidante, now his fellow alkie.


The story is simply about the three of them learning to live together and maybe helping one another to a better place in life. On the way, they all get drunk and say cruelly honest things to one another, and then they get all guilty and serious and dramatically reveal all their secrets to one another, including the horrible event that caused Bobby to go from boy genius to hopeless derelict. Since Pursline is hazy on the identity of her father, I suppose you can probably figure out the biggest secret of all about five minutes into the film.


The narration and dialogue are heavy with the weight of stylized Southern-fried prose. It begins, "Tahm was never a friend to Bobba Long ..." The film ups the preciousness ante with a constant exchange of literary references between Bobby and Lawson, as they try to stump one another in an ongoing game of quotes from their favorite authors. The film also moves slowly, takes a long time to get into, and ends rather melodramatically ...

and yet ...

... yet I did eventually get drawn into its world.

Somewhere in the middle I got hooked in, started to like the characters, and even liked the way they turned their artificial phrases. My eventual involvement was a real triumph for the actors, because they were working with some eccentric material which was difficult to make credible. This script could easily have degenerated into something like a high school performance of Streetcar Named Desire, but John Travolta, Gabriel Macht and Scarlett Johansson all brought some charisma to their parts, and managed to do a remarkably good job at breathing life into the affected dialogue. Although I know that old smelly alcoholics and 9th grade drop-outs don't really talk like this, all three of these performers functioned well enough to convince me that they do, and all of them were smart enough to underplay the most florid and melodramatic writing.

They were supported by some good N'Awlins music, and fine cinematography by Elliott Davis, who shot the fringes of New Orleans  - the seedy run-down neighborhoods, the fading mansions, the cemeteries, the neighborhood bars, the backyards and empty lots - with precisely the romantic decadence required. I'd say it was damned fine second generation Southern Gothic.

Is it a film for everyone? No. Nobody else seemed to like it as much as I did. Did it have blockbuster potential? No. It seems like it was made in about 1962, and it's too much like a filmed play rather than a purely cinematic project. But it did turn out to be a pleasant and easy watch for me, I found that the time passed quickly, and when it was over I did not regret having invested that time. If you don't mind an all-too-Southern and all-too-literary piece of very old-fashioned movie making, you might give it a shot.






Johnny Moronic's comments:

Something from a Spanish film today, I haven't capped one of those in a while... And I sure know how to pick 'em. Gordos is about the lives of the people in a weight loss class and their own struggle with weight and how it relates to their lives. It begins with the counsellor challenging the group to strip naked in front of everyone and he proceeds to do so. Of course, most of the group leaves in disgust, but 3 stay and another is forced to leave by her husband, but she is still interested. From then on we follow the remaining members: a crime scene investigator who, with his wife, doesn't mind being fat; an internet service engineer who wants to lose weight for when her boyfriend comes home from his job overseas; a self-loathing weight-loss spokesman who's lost his way; and a pious woman who's very interested in trying new things. From the director of the also very good Dark Blue Almost Black, this is a very interesting, very frank and surprising funny look at the struggle to lose weight and is a lot less depressing than his previous film.

And how pretty is Leticia Herrero? She's so great in her debut film.


Tamara Moreno film clip

Leticia Herrero film clip (collages below)

Maria Morales film clips (collages below)

Tete Delgado film clip (collage below)

and a few non-nude collages of Veronica Sanchez



American Pie: The Book of Love


Rather weak seventh installment of the American Pie franchise. DVD production seems rushed as half the (topless) credited cast was left on the cutting room floor and dumped in the special extras section totaling nearly an half hour of extra material. And there's no director's commentary which is a first for the American Pie franchise. The way this franchise is going the eighth installment will be shot in Romania.

Te difference between the unrated and rated versions is minor affecting four scenes.
Details here

Cindy Busby, star of a CBC TV series Heartland, must have had an ironclad no-nudity contract as she had three scenes but managed to keep her clothes on. Damn CBC executives and their morality clauses.

in pink brassiere making out with Naomi Hewer (blue brassiere) and Jennifer Holland (middle).

sexy offering pity sex to fat nerd.

red camisole playing strip poker.


Cindy Lucas (not to be confused with porn actress Jessica Drake who was initially cast in the role) topless as French Canadian girl. That's Holly Eglington on the far right.

The "pop tarty" scene featured in the trailer is missing completely. The first half is on the UK DVD but the full version is only in the extras section on the US DVD, Note on the last frame the UK capture shows extra picture area. (Left to right) Meghan Feenstra, Willa Potter, Jasmine Mooney, and then all three flash their tits.

The hottub scenes are also only in the special extras section. The hottub babes (left to right): Laura Mitchell, Jovana Golubovic, Anelore Popa (Miss Bikini Canada contestant and sister of vomit girl #2 Lila Popa) and Ashley Bryson are topless

Crystal Tisiga: topless as other hottub girl.


Carrie Kegan: cleavage as lingerie clerk.

Melissa Peters: topless as beer crashing girl in special extras section. You usually need a fat girlfriend with large thighs to pull such a stunt.



Melissa Peters again: in a bikini from a "About a Girl" TV episode.





Model Magadalena Frackowiak topless in Russian Vogue

Bridget Powers in I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell

Yvette Yates in I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell

Puma Swede in I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell


Film Clips