Nea (1976) is French erotica directed by a woman, Nelly Kaplan, based on an erotic novel of the same name also written by a woman, Emmanuelle Arsan, after she wrote Emmanuelle: the Joys of a Woman. This story has far more plot than any of the Emmanuelle series, although it also deals with women discovering their sexuality. Sibylle Ashby (Anne Zacharias) is a sixteen year old schoolgirl, and daughter of a rich but stodgy industrialist. She is caught shoplifting erotic books by the owner/publisher Axel Thorpe (Sami Frey). When he lets her go, she says she can write much better than any of the authors he publishes, and he challenges her to prove it. Her first installment of "Nea, a Grand Erotic Novel" impresses him so much that he signs a contract in secret with her to finish the story, which he will publishes as written anonymously.
Sibylle can get quite a ways into the novel based on her voyeuristic experience, such as watching her mother (Micheline Presle)
and her aunt (Françoise Brion) making love, and observing Axel and his clerk (Ingrid Caven) having sex, but she realizes that she needs actual sexual experience to complete the novel, and persuades the 40 year old Axel to be her teacher. With a hot weekend of sex under her belt, she completes the story, and it becomes a best seller, but she has fallen for Axel, and he is unable to commit to anyone, much less someone less than half his age, for fear of abandonment caused by his mother's suicide. Sibylle devises a plot to get him back, get even, or both, when she catches Axel with her older sister Florence (Chantal Bronner).
Zacharias shows everything in several scenes. Presle and Brion show breasts and bush during the dark lesbian scene watched by Sibylle. Caven shows breasts only, and Bronner shows all three Bs in her one sex scene. IMDB readers have it at 4.7 of 10, which is slightly higher than Emmanuelle and Emmanuelle: the Joys of a Woman, although this score is based on only 20 voters. This is a far better story than any in the Emmanuelle series, is nicely photographed in Geneva, and is in French with well written English subtitles, rather than the awful dubbed English in the Emmanuelle series. I found this an excellent soft core/sensitive erotic film, with a plot that kept me interested start to finish. This is easily a C+.
|Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy)
Kiss the Sky (1998)
The Beach meets The
Since modern medical science
extended our life-spans and created a period of "middle age" for us, the greatest
problem of that part of life has been its vulnerability to an attack of the crazies.
You wake up one morning, and you question everything that
you've done. Maybe you're a great success, by the typical
standards of society, but you question the value of those
successes. You get a longing for a time in your life when
you were living closer to the edge, when everything was
new, when you still had your ideals, and a full lifetime
ahead to realize them. When you remember what those
ideals were, you become acutely aware of how few of them
you did realize, and you become intensely aware that you
got distracted by day-to-day life which offered some
detours. You took the detours, they gradually became
your new road, and you never even realized it.
I suppose this phenomenon, although
prevalent in all modern generations and probably in all
developed societies, has an unusually intense
psychological impact on my generation, because our youths
were so full of violent rebellion, freedom from societal
constraints, and being on the leading edge of change,
ultimately exercising more cultural power than our own
In that crazy 1968-74 period, we
experienced something the the guys before us never had.
Instead of crushing us under the weight of conformity,
adults started copying us, believing us, changing their
own lives because of us. We first began to realize our
power on the night LBJ announced he wouldn't run again.
Damn, our silly little protests kicked a president out of
office. Then the rules started changing in every way.
From global issues like minority rights to petty matters
like campus rules, they times, they really were a-changin'.
Then the adults
started co-opting our speech, clothing, and drugs. Middle
aged guys would flash the peace sign and ask you for a
doobie. What a trip. It was a wild and heady ride, I tell
you, to be steering the cultural ship at that age instead of just
sitting in a passenger seat waiting for some destination.
It all culminated when another U.S. president,
resignation in hand, left office in humiliation and
And so it ended.
That was the end of it for the
mainstream of our generation. Except for a few idealistic
stragglers, we set down our protest signs, and in time we
traded in our VW campers for Porsches, and most of us
created a nest not very different from the one in which our
parents had raised us. As I said earlier, every
generation of youth loses its ideals, so there's no great
story in that, but we sure seemed to fall from a greater
height to a greater depth. The sheer vertical drop of that fall
seemed to us to be tragic at Aristotelian levels. That's melodramatic,
but that's how it felt. Such was our generation's inflated estimation of
our own place on the planet.
that's what this movie is all about. Two guys "have
it all", and they can't breathe. So they seek to
recapture their youthful passion by adventures,
exploration, experimental relationships, mysticism,
whatever it takes. The movie doesn't really reach any
conclusions. One of the guys returns to his job and
family, still confused, with one foot still out the door.
The other guy ends up in a Buddhist monastery, not
knowing where his next road will lead. The ending is unsatisfactory,
unless you believe that the journey itself is the destiny. That may be
true and real, but it doesn't make for a very good movie ending.
that if you are now a prosperous, white, middle aged
former student radical or wild child, you'll see a lot of
yourself in this film.
know if the movie is any good. Probably not, because it's
only a couple of years old, was produced with a
substantial $6 million budget by a major studio in exotic Philippine
locations, and yet was totally buried by the studio that
find any record of a theatrical release, or even a cable
showing, and it took two years to get to DVD. Yet I liked
it and was fascinated by it. It is so close to the bone
for me that I enjoyed watching it, in a painful and
depressing sort of way. If you are from my generation, it
will ring some familiar chords, and the sounds will be
amplified by the growling, despairing, music of Leonard
You guys from other generations? Well, MGM
didn't seem to think it was much good - what else can I
Angel's Dance (1998)
I assumed this would be a typical grade B
straight-to-vid mob and cops movie, in the manner of Eric
Roberts, and I usually hate those things. I was wrong. I
ended up being completely surprised and charmed by
"Angel's Dance". Who would have guessed? It is
an amoral, madly inventive, often hilarious, comedy-drama
about the new modern mob, and the casting of James
Belushi and Sheryl Lee was absolutely perfect. Belushi
was born for this role.
The wiseguys lose their top hit man in a
freak accident, so they nominate his successor. But this
is the 21st century. You don't just step up and bingo,
you're a hit man. They have a complete training program.
Turns out that it works just like The Karate Kid. A
hit man has to go through all the mind control wax-on
wax-off machinations before he can be certified to kill,
and the trainer is an aging California Zen master dude
played by James Belushi, who knows as much about
Nietzsche, vegetarian diet, and surfing as he knows about
silencers and nine millimeter assault rifles.
And he recycles his used
The trainee, on the
other hand, is one of those guys who never takes off his
suit, dark glasses, and shoulder holster, meaning of
course that every person in California knows he is a
visiting Chicago mobster. I'm afraid the kid is not
exactly undercover material, especially in L.A., and this
conflict of styles creates some opportunities for humor.
The final test for the little
grasshopper was to kill an innocent person. He had to take a random name
out of the phone book and ice her, because if you can kill an innocent,
you can kill anyone without remorse. It proves that you're cold and
heartless enough to be a hit man.
The aspiring hit man ended up
choosing a mousy, bookish technician in the morgue, a
lonely freak who takes pictures of the corpses and frames
them on her walls. (Belushi was impressed with some of
the pictures - "hey, I popped that guy")
Unfortunately for the
mob boys, the intelligent little mouse deduced that these
two crazy guys were stalking her, and it got to the point
where she was tired of living terrified. She decided if
she's going to go out, it's going to be with style, so
she went to the library and researched the hell out of
assassins and the counter-techniques against them, set up
her defenses, bought her weapons and body armor, and got
ready for battle.
she figured out the identity of the California guy
through the police, and she even took pre-emptive action
against his home, then did a drive-by shooting at the two
wiseguys as they ate at an outdoor restaurant. In
essence, she turned herself into a Home Study Femme
boss in Chicago, Uncle Vinny (how tough is he? when he
doesn't knock down all the bowling pins, he shoots the
remaining ones), was not happy with all these
developments, because he needed to get his hit man trained
in time to assassinate a stoolie accountant before he
testified, so Vinny sent a team of his best mobsters to
California to see what was going on. Finally, five mob
guys all ended up chasing the poor woman through a
mortuary and cemetery.
WARNING, SPOILER AHEAD:
Don't read any more if
you're planning to see it, because it has a great ending,
and I'm about to tell you what it is.
The mobsters didn't take
the little grasshopper along on the final hit in the
mortuary. They concluded that he was too soft to be a
In the last scene,
Belushi was just about to kill Sheryl Lee when the little
grasshopper came in out of nowhere and shot Belushi in
the shoulder, because grasshopper decided that he had
fallen in love with Sheryl Lee. Belushi asks why he
thinks that, and he confesses that he's finally met his
soul-mate, and he doesn't care what Uncle Vinny thinks
back in Chicago. Sheryl Lee listens to a bit of his
heartfelt speech, then picks up her own gun and shoots
the poor sap in the head.
Then Belushi himself is ready to be
killed, when she says "let's talk".
Of course, she turns out
to be cold-blooded enough to be the new hit man the mob
needs, and everyone is happy.
Except Uncle Vinny's
Brown's Requiem (1998)
I recently re-watched L.A. Confidential, and I was so impressed by
it that I decided I've give a shot to another film made from a James
Ellroy novel. Brown's Requiem is the third feature film based on an
Ellroy book. James Harris' Cop, with James Woods in the title role,
was based on Ellroy's "Blood On The Moon". I figured I'd give a shot
at watching Brown's Requiem, which was supposed to have some nudity.
While Brown's Requiem is not in the same league as LAC, I found it a
decent watch. You have to understand, however, that I love
excessively complicated stories about hardboiled down-on-their-luck
detectives taking on the corrupt establishment, and I'll watch
almost anything in this genre. Judging by the comments at IMDb and
elsewhere, most fans of Mr Ellroy's writing seem to feel that this
film is an excellent adaptation of the spirit of the book and its
characters, but the film's overall rating is mediocre with general
audiences. Hey, the film grossed $3000. That gives you a good idea
of its mainstream appeal.
Ellroy's story has all the usual types of plot elements from L.A.
corruption stories: a bit of father-daughter incest; an eccentric
rich guy who lives with the homeless because he's afraid to sleep
indoors; a corrupt chief of police who once fired our hero; grisly
murders; obnoxious policemen. Like many such stories, it has a
meandering focus. The detective (Michael Rooker) is hired to do one
thing, but spends most of the time looking for his client. In fact,
the true driving force of the story is the search for the client,
which takes Rooker up and down the coast from LA to TJ.
Brown's Requiem was made on the cheap by an auteur who has no
other credits at IMDb, so production values are not impressive, and
the direction involves some unusual choices. Although voice-over
narration is a staple of this genre, in fact a necessity because of
the plot complexity issue, there is altogether too much of it in
this film, and Michael Rooker is not an especially good narrator, so
I sometimes felt like I was back in school, following along with
something that the teacher had chosen an classmate to read aloud.
Notes on the marketing of the DVD:
1. The film is supposed to be rated R for "violence, nudity and
language". There is no nudity. There is some nudity in the trailer,
which is also on the DVD, but that scene was cut from the film. Even
that is not very impressive - it is a stripper wearing a thong, with
tasseled pasties over her nipples. In the film itself, Selma Blair
is seen in bikini underwear.
2. The ad on amazon.com says that there are deleted scenes on the
DVD. There are none, although the trailer includes footage not in
Call it a C-, an OK watch for genre nuts like me, but really
designed for hardcore film noir buffs, not for mass audiences.
Updated volumes: Courtney Love
I rented A Reason to Believe when it first came out. There were
shots of Holly Marie Combs' breasts and and some badly simulated
sex. Nice, but nothing extraordinary. Recently, I came across
MPEGs of the scene on two different sites. Both have a version
that I didn't see when I rented the tape. I'm pretty sure that I
would have noticed. In this version, Holly Marie takes a rubber
out of the package and puts it on her lover's erect penis. Do you
or one of the members of the Funhouse know the truth about two
versions. I can't find any mention of an unrated version and there
is no way that scene would have been rated R. I also can't find
any mention of a foreign version. Also, I would love to see
vidcaps of this in the Funhouse.
all the vidcaps we have. Graphic Response's collage shows the
pee-pee in question, Arthur Dent's (1,
2) show the pantomime blow
job, and Mr Skin's (1,
2) show much more of the topless portion of
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review, and am deluded into thinking it includes humor.
- If there is a white asterisk, it means that
there isn't any significant humor, but I inexplicably determined
there might be something else of interest.
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by Tuna (or Lawdog or Junior or C2000 or Realist or ICMS or Mick
Locke, or somebody else besides me)
- If there is no asterisk, I wrote it, but am too
ashamed to admit it.
'Caps and comments by Oz:
A golden oldie to start with, Easy Rider has nudity by Toni Basil and some unknowns. Karen Black shows a lot of leg.
Karen Black also looked good in Killer Fish, but you need to see the movie to see the bounce. There's see-through shots of the late Margaux Hemingway as she gets out of the pool and there's a lot of cleavage by Marisa Berenson.
"Sensitive New Age Killers"
Sensitive New Age Killers is an Australian movie. There's topless shots of Helen Hopkins, Simone Satin and either Nik Wilmott or Renee. Carolyn Bock does the old sex wearing knickers trick.
Hooded Angels is a modern western about women who go on a shooting spree. It has the next best thing to a jail nude shower scene, a nude bathhouse scene. Unfortunately, there were too many towels. Topless shots of Amanda Donohoe, Ana Katerina, Candice Argall, Chantell Stander and Juliana Ventor. There's also some useful caps of Jenna Dover and others in the bathhouse.
Yanks, set in England during WWII, has brief nudity by Lisa Eichorn and Vanessa Redgrave.
Lots of cleavage by Patricia Arquette in Trouble Bound. A number of strippers show their boobs, one of whom reminds me of Mariah Carey.
- Patricia Arquette
There's full frontal nudity by Antoinette Valente in Red Letters and Nastassja Kinski almost shows the goods. Fairuza Balk and Heather Ehle also look interesting.
To see more of Fairuza Balk, you need to see Tollbooth. The briefest of breast but plenty of pokies and cleavage.
"Carry on Dick"
In keeping with many Carry On films, we see a topless Barbara Windsor. Lots of nice women are in the background including Penny Irving and Eva Reuben-Staier, the 1969 Miss Universe.
- Barbara Windsor
- Penny Irving, Eva Reuben-Staier and others.
Perfect is the story of the gym scene in LA in the 1980s. Brief nipple exposure by Jamie Lee Curtis and some unknowns show a lot more in the shower scene. Exotic dancer, Charlene Jones, also flashes her breasts into a mirror. Marilu Henner and Laraine Newman provide the eye candy and pokies.
"Too Young To Die?"
Juliette Lewis hasn't got a lot to show but she shows it very well in this tele movie based on a true story. She plays the abused child, turned stripper, turned killer. No nudity.
Porn.Com is another in the Erotic Tales series and is about the making of a porn film. Roxanna Sun and Fabienne Babe are the actresses in the film and show their breasts. Maria Schuster is a nurse and shows cleavage.
|The UK actress topless in a bathtub scene from "Watermelon" (2002).
||Breast exposure in scenes from the movie "40".
||Actress and member of 60s pop/folk group the Mamas and the Papas. Here she is showing a hint of breast and pube views in scenes from "Valentino" (1977).
|More from "Valentino", great 'caps featuring all 3 B's in a sex scene.
Just caught a movie called "Stickmen" which is an Australian flick very reminiscent of "Color of Money", and not too bad at that. At any rate, there's a gorgeous brunette, Simone Kessel, who gets topless and I was wondering if anyone out there has any 'caps.