• * Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe).

  • * White asterisk: expanded format.

  • * Blue asterisk: not mine.

  • No asterisk: it probably sucks.


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"Parade's End"

BBC mini-series


Episode One

Rebecca Hall


Night of the Beast


Clips and collages from some rotting driftwood of a movie sometimes called Night of the Beast and sometimes Lukas' Child.  Here are the reasons to nominate it as a bottom ten stinker - 1) The lead actor, an old guy with a few teeth missing, is simply the worst performer in the history of cinema.  How someone can simultaneously underact and overact is a mystery but this guy hits it.  His delivery is either wooden or over-caffeinated, often in quick succession.  Some folks IMDb praise him but that has to be his mom writing the review.  He blows and he is on screen all the fricking time. 2) A bunch of gals show up in one role or another and wind up in lingerie, get to speak a few lines (badly... real badly) as potential victims of a winged humanoid creature called The Child, but they add nothing to the plot.  And they don't get nekkid so they add nothing there either; 3) The police are idiots, with deductive skills akin to those of Officer Barbrady from Southpark, but their stupidity is not played for laughs or irony - it simply must be for the movie to continue.  I hate that crap.  So in the end a few veterans of the Funhouse get down to some level of undress.  Lisa Comshaw does, as one of three women who beds the chief detective, even though they are parts of the investigation.  Toni Alessandini sort of, kind of shows off the hooties in ritual dance of some sort but get this - it is the same performance/dance that showed up a year earlier in a movie entitled Mind, Body and Soul (Tuna's caps are in the Encyclopedia).  Former pornstar Jacqueline St Claire (she is called Jacqueline Gorman in this movie) shows off some T and a little A.  Then there are the one-time-wonders.  Elizabeth Young strips down, talks on the phone and takes a shower, all the while showing off one rockin' bod.  And Jacqueline Moen shows off her mighty-fines while demonstrating her own style o' acting, which incorporates mouth agape with eyes a-bug.  Look out Meryl Streep.

Today's clip: Lisa Comshaw (collages below)


This week, the movies come from 1983 - 1984. The quality and standard are the usual wide variety.

Blame It on Rio

Blame It on Rio (1984) is a classic for nudity, especially by Michelle Johnson who shows the lot.

Demi Moore briefly shows some nipple

and there are lots of other topless women sunbathing.

Valerie Harper

and Betty von Wien look good.


Lassiter (1984) has Belinda Mayne

and Lauren Hutton topless,

and Jane Seymour shows her bum.

I have included movies of the women (with summary files beneath)

Belinda Mayne

Lauren Hutton

Jane Seymour

Bathing Franky


Bathing Franky is a drama about Steve (Shaun Goss), who has just got out of prison and wants to get on with his life. He attempts to pick up his relationship with Susie (Bree Desborough) and gets a job delivering meals to old and frail people. During his deliveries, he encounters Rodney (Henri Szeps) and his invalid mother Franky (Maria Venuti). Rodney is a man who loves to entertain in the old vaudeville way like his mother and father did before him. Over time, Steve, still haunted by prison, moves away from Susie and after being beaten up, Rodney offers Steve a bed at his place. Things then become complicated as Steve and Rodney's relationship develops, but Steve has one thing he needs to do to expunge his past.

An OK drama that is definitely better because of the great performances by both Goss and Szeps who help steer the film when it seems to go off into its own wild tangents.

Bree Densborough film clip (collage below)

Maria Venuti film clip (summary below)



Taj is a drama about Vjay (Mahesh Jadu), a writer of teen fiction who is currently living life in his own self-absorbed way. When he discovers a lump in his testicles, he decides to take stock of his life. His friend Harish (Sachin Joab) tells him he can start by rekindling his relationship with his young daughter who he has neglected lately. He also finishes his first adult novel and hopes this will break him out of his current slump. Things start to look up for Vjay as his relationship with his daughter redevelops, but when his grandmother dies of a stroke before he can get to Fiji to see her and his novel is rejected, he goes off the rails. And it doesn't help when his ex tells him that she is moving to Singapore with their daughter. Can Vjay get through this tough patch in his life and find some sort of peace.

Not a bad little low-key drama, but boy, does Vjay go through a lot of hardship along the way. No wonder he goes off the rails. And it's rare to see an Australian movie where the lead cast is Indian. But one thing that baffles me is local comedy legend Mark Mitchell turning up as a drug dealer. That, I cannot explain...

Davini Malcolm film clip (summary below)


Kate Moss for San Tropez

Rebecca Azan in On the Other Side of the Tracks (2012)

Sabrina Ouazani, also in On the Other Side of the Tracks