Full Moon In Paris (1984) is a very bad translation of a very good French film title, "Les nuits de la pleine lune," or "The night of the Full Moon." I understand that the film was shot in Paris, and that they kept the full moon part, but the original title actually referred to the film, and made sense. Let me explain. Pascale Ogier is a recent industrial arts graduate, working as an intern in a design firm in Paris, and living with her boy friend in suburbia. While redecorating her Paris apartment, supposedly to sub-let it, she decides that she wants to keep the apartment and spend some nights in the city. Her boyfriend is a stick-in-the-mud, and is pushing for marriage. She is still party age, and wants to experience more of life.

Her best friend in Paris is a married man who would love to seduce her, and tries in vain throughout the film. After three months of this double life, she brings home a young musician to her apartment. She wakes up next to him, and feels trapped in her own apartment. She gets up, flashes the three Bs for the camera, and leaves to go to the other home. While waiting for the first train, she stops in a cafe and ends up confessing to a stranger. He explains that some people are affected by a full moon, and that tonight is "The Night of the Full Moon," which explains why she was wilder than normal and couldn't sleep. He is also affected by the full moon. Note that the term lunacy derives from a similar theory. When Ogier gets back to her apartment in the burbs, she is in for some surprises. But then, if the ending wasn't somewhat tragic, it wouldn't be a French romantic comedy, would it?

Besides Bush_Buns_Boobs, Ogier's costumes reveal more as the film goes on, producing some lovely pokies and see-throughs. Maltin loves this Eric Rohmer film, citing snappy dialogue and a charming performance from Ogier. Indeed, she won best actress at the Venice film festival. IMDB readers have it higher than I would expect for a French art film with subtitles at 6.8/10. The DVD is reasonable quality, but the actual exposure is very dark. The first time I saw this, I was captivated by Ogier. This time, Maltin's "snappy dialogue" really got in the way of my enjoyment. The film is way too talky. That being said, it is well made and well acted. I will give it a C+.

• Sarita Choudhury (1, 2, 3)
• Indira Varma (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

I captured the images and created these two collages of Aussie swimming gold medalist Susie O'Neill in a bathing suit that showed off a lot more than she intended. Thanks to Celebrity Sleuth for the tip. There are two identical collages, one with the night vision filter, and one without

A mixture of babes, who share in common one thing: mega-hooters. Have been scanning a few old pinup mags and some body building thingies. The pinups come with natural forms of gigantomammaries, the fitness babes with unnatural ones. What we call robohooters in these here parts.

The pinup babes include Arlene Bell, Clyda Mason, Diane Poppos and Nilli Willis (who split in half and became a short-lived lip-syncing duet); the fitness babes are April Hunter and Marla Duncan. I am told that Marla posed for the mag Leg Show a while back; am looking for a copy to scan for the interested folk out there in Scoopy land.

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(P.S. Before leaving suddenly to take advantage of the weather, I burned myself a CD of the all stuff I've sent to you, Junior. Have mis-placed a couple of things so the count is not perfectly accurate, but get this: almost 200 Mbytes and just short of 1400 separate files. And that, when you look at the Funhouse and Encyclopedia as a whole, is just a drop in the bucket. So many babes, so little time.)