All That Jazz (1979) is the semi-autobiographical story of director/choreographer Bob Fosse told as a musical comedy. Fosse co-wrote, directed, and did the choreography. The Fosse character (named Joe Gideon) was played to perfection by Roy Scheider. Gideon was a notorious womanizer, smoked like a chimney, drank, and used uppers constantly. His life was work and debauchery. The angel of death (Jessica Lange) was the only person he was honest with, and he did not heed her advice. He screwed up a marriage and was an on-again off-again father.

As the film opens, we see a "cattle call" tryout for dancers for his latest show. He essentially does A Chorus Line in ten minutes, and ends up casting one no talent dancer (Deborah Geffner), just to get into her pants. We see her breasts as she walk up stairs to his bed. The years of physical abuse catch up to him, and he ends up in the hospital for a triple bypass, but still hasn't learned his lesson.

The best known exposure is from Sandahl Bergman (Conan the Barbarian, Red Sonja) as the lead dancer in a very sexual production number. We are treated to several minutes of her breasts and buns as she dances. There is also plenty of breast exposure from other dancers, strippers, and a random hospital nurse.

IMDB readers have this at 7.5 of 10. It won Oscars for Editing, Costume, music and set design, and nominations for Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Director, Best Writing and Best Cinematography. While the film has a very off-beat narrative style, such as showing his death as a production number to a parody of the Everly Brothers Bye Bye Love, a lot of songs I personally enjoy, and some good performances, I found it overly long, and a little repetitious. Clearly, however, the film appeals to some who don't usually like musical comedies. B-.

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• Jamie Lee Curtis in her topless prime. Vidcaps from "Love Letters" (1984).

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You guys know I've capped some movies with serious nekkidness. Inside Club Wild Side? Four babes, eight scenes, hooties, bum and bush to beat the band. But that was Mary Fucking Poppins compared to Mummy's Kiss. Hell, it was Ice Station Zebra (onliest movie I know with not one woman in it, clothed or otherwise) compared to this here mummy movie.

Eleven babes, over twenty scenes, most with two nekkid babes, oft-times three and every once in a while four. It has taken me forever to grab over 600 frames and to get them into something resembling a coherent set of collages. That is the real good news. Lots and lots of nekkid babes, no more than five minutes of screen time without a couple of 'em hanging around all topless and stuff, real nice transfer to DVD, occasionally great photography although more often the DP seems to have forgotten how to set up his light source or use the available natural sources. And the plot ain't bad. Tis a ripoff of The Mummy, in which the forbidden love is between two women. Things go along pretty predictably and end perfectly predictably.

And then you hit about forty minutes of outtakes and things, most of which are occupied by even more scenes of nekkid women. In those outtakes the women, in general, the lead actress, in particular, are natural and attractive and really pleasing to watch. Now the bad news: none of them can act. They stiffen up while the scene is being filmed, become as warm as a rock and looked like Dan Quayle in front of a tv camera. There's this one scene that sums it all up. The lead actress, one Ava Niche, has a line in which she tells the modern incarnation of her forbidden love that their modern selves are gone and only their ancient Egyptian selves, complete with ancient Egyptian names, are left. She pronounces those names as if she has had to work really, really hard to get them out. Sure enough, in the outtakes and bloopers, she is shown going through a half-dozen takes messing up the names. Director must have said, Cut! Print!" as soon as she got it right, even though it sounds so horrible to the ear. That's the way the whole movie is, but I got through it by keeping my attention away from dialogue and diction and onto boobs and bum.

So we gotta split up the exposure because there is too much for one day, maybe even one week. Thirty-nine collages today of Miss Ava Niche. Don't bother searching for anything else she's done. Google will send you to sites that cover this movie only. That's something of a surprise because the babe is built. We are talking jumbo jacks here. And a nice enough tush and a nether region not one of us would sneeze at. So here is Ava Niche, in a triple B performance. Enjoy it, because with her acting skills she is likely to get little screen time, and then only in niche roles (Yes! I couldn't wait to write that.)

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You'll see that Ava is in a lot of girl-girl scenes. One of them has veteran B movie babes Regina Russell and Diana Espen (who is also known as pornster April Flowers or April Summers), but most have her ancient and modern paramour, played by Sasha Peralta. There isn't much heat in the g/g scenes with Sasha Peralta, nothing like that kiss in Femme Fatale, but it is interesting enough.

• Ava Niche (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14)

• Ava Niche and Sasha Peralta (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16)

Moving on to the outtakes. The exposure here includes el primo views of Ava's seriously nice hooties all out in the open and then barely restrained by a golden bra.

And then we finish with outtakes of a Ava-Sasha scene, in which the girls actually look like they are enjoying themselves.

• Ava Niche (outtakes) (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

• Ava Niche and Sasha Peralta (out takes) (1, 2, 3)

By the way...Ava Niche also goes by the names Ava Lake (Animal Attraction II; Fast Lane to Vegas) and Mia Zottoli (about a million movies). Face recognition is not my forte. But it's her own damn fault, changin' names like that without telling anyone!

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• Carla Collada, gorgeous topless pose.

• Esther Cañadas, hints of nipple (1, 2)

• Laura Sanchez, topless pose.

• Vanessa Lorenzo, topless in both, sorta full frontal in #2. (1, 2)

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