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Blame it on Rio is rated an anemic 5.1 at IMDB. While Tuna and I conceded
that it is an insubstantial movie, we both liked it. Fuck substance, dude. We
aren't always in the mood to watch Ken Burns's Civil War. We are often in the
mood for: great nudity photographed well, Michael Caine, Demi Moore
topless before the implants, and Brazilian music. Good stuff. (Movie
House Review). Here's are three zipped avi clips of the well-stacked
Michelle Johnson, and one zipped .avi of the
unstacked Demi Moore with Michelle on the beach.
Directed by Sydney Lumet (five Oscar nominations and a lifetime
achievement award) from a novel by Larry McMurtry (one win in two
Oscar nominations, plus an Emmy nomination), Lovin Molly' should have
been a slam dunk for a great movie. Lumet was more or less in the
prime of his career, one year removed from Dog Day Afternoon. McMurtry
was still basking in the glow of the encomiums heaped upon The Last
It wasn't a great movie, although it has some very
nice moments. McMurtry's sprawling story about two men who passed
through forty years of life loving the same woman proved to be
difficult to adapt into an economical screenplay. McMurtry's "Leaving
Cheyenne" had the advantage of an unlimited expanse of printed pages
to develop sub-plots and subtext in a leisurely, thoughtful way, as
well as to create some beautiful homespun prose which often moseyed
into the territory of simple country poetry. The screenwriter just
didn't seem to have the heart to cut anything out, so the individual
scenes seem rushed and excessively compacted, and the transitions
between scenes seem to be dominated by abrupt jumps forward in time.
Unfortunately, chronicling the minutiae of events over four decades
didn't leave enough time for the proper development of motivation and
character, to such an extent that the movie ends without us ever
really knowing much about one of the two men who loved Molly (the one
played by Beau Bridges). It plays out like one of those a soap opera
films from the 50s rather than like a character-oriented 70s piece. If
it had been my decision, I would have found a way to minimize or even
eliminate the last two acts, particularly given the silly make-up used
to age the characters.
The script fails in other ways. The portrayal
of Texas rurals seems like the kind of "noble savage" idealization
that would be created by someone who had never left Boston.
Furthermore, the author chose to replicate the feel of McMurtry's
language by simply having it read in narrative voice-over, with each
of the three acts narrated by one of the three main characters.
script problems were complicated by the odd casting of Anthony Perkins
as a sane heterosexual from the rural Texas Panhandle. Perkins always
manages to seem like a disturbed city boy from New England who is
recruited to play a country boy in the school play because the drama
teacher thinks it will help him cure his introversion. His love scenes
with Blythe Danner were, to understate the case kindly, lacking in
electricity. He was supposed to be someone who had trouble expressing
affection, but he took it to pathological extremes. Maybe she should
have taken a shower to invoke some kind of passion.
I still like Lovin' Molly in some ways. Like many McMurtry stories,
it can get inside you and melt your heart in its best moments, and
it's easy to understand why the boys loved Molly, as played with
feisty unconventionality by Gwyneth Paltrow's beautiful, curvaceous
mother, Blythe Danner, who had some talent to match her looks.
But the damned thing just isn't as good as it should have been.
It's been more than thirty years since this film was made, and I'd
love to see somebody else try their hand at McMurtry's "Leaving
Cheyenne." I still think there's probably a great movie in there
"In the hilarious comedy 'Little Man,'
Shawn Wayans plays a man so anxious to
become a father that he mistakes a short-statured,
baby-faced criminal on the run, played by
Marlon Wayans, for his newly adopted son."
Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe). White asterisk: expanded format.
Blue asterisk: not mine. No asterisk: it probably sucks.
Stoned is a biopic of a short period of time in the life of Frank Thorogood. Wait a minute, you are thinking, this film is about the death of Brian Jones, a founding member of The Rolling Stones who had just been sacked. That may have even been the film makers intention. However, the film certainly wasn't about the Rolling Stones, as it had nearly none of their music, and even used a Jefferson Airplane song from a later era for a pivotal scene. There was no arc to Jones character in this film, other than his sacking and death. At the start of the film, he was a paranoid recluse addicted to blondes and intoxicating substances. That is pretty much how he ended. Thorogood, however, had a character arc. At the start, he was a rather straight building contractor on the outs with his missus who was sent in to do some remodeling, get away from his wife, and watch over Brian. By the end of the film, he was likely in love with Brian, but sick to death of being teased and tormented, and became angry enough at the end to kill him over non-payment of money he felt he was owed. According to a text at the end of the film, Thorogood copped to the murder on his death bed.
The film features breast exposure from Tuva Novotny, breasts and buns, and a little see-through bush from Monet Mazur, and incidental nudity from a variety of other boys and girls.
IMDb readers say 5.3 but based on only 530 votes. As popular a topic as death of a Stones member should be, that is a VERY low vote count. The Region 1 DVD is here, and is a total disappointment. It not only forces you to sit through three trailers before you can start the film, but it is missing the commentary track that made the Region 2 release at least somewhat valuable. A biopic of Brian Jones that revealed a solution to his mysterious death at the end might have been a worthwhile project, especially if it went into some detail about creative decisions in forming the group, and how and why they moved from blues to their own special brand of rock. Of course, this would entail licensing a lot of music from The Stones, and I am guessing they wanted little to do with this tawdry story in which nobody has any class at all. Yes, the story has sex and drugs, and nudity, but there is no buildup to the mystery surrounding the death of Brian Jones, and who the hell wants to watch a biopic about an ugly one-eyed geek named Frank Thorogood? D+
Today the Time Machine takes a trip back to 1984 for "Blame it on Rio".
Michelle Johnson has luscious boobs and even some full frontal nudity.
Michelle is joined on the beach by a very young Demi Moore. Breasts from Michelle and brief views of Demi's then tiny titties.
Michelle Johnson and Demi Moore
Unknown topless babes on the beach.
Today from the Ghost...here is "Sheena" and former Bond Bade, Tanya Roberts showing a lot of leg and a little breast in scenes from 1988's "Purgatory".
'Caps and comments by Dann:
Close counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, but not in B-movies, I'm afraid. This 2005 horror flick came close to being OK, but......
A brainy sorority girl experiments with insect intelligence by treating them with hormones. She's convinced bugs are not as inherently stupid as most people think.
The experiment does indeed make the bugs smarter, but unfortunately, it also makes them bigger, a LOT bigger. What would you do with a 6-foot tall preying mantis? Probably not much, except to run, and because they're super-smart, that may not be enough.
Aside from the normal lameness, what makes this one fall apart is some really badly done CGI bugs. They look like they were drawn by a third-grade art class. To make matters worse, the gratuitous nudity is obscured by some pretty bad photography, although the bug scenes are crystal clear. Priorities, guys! What we wind up with is B-movie premise with F-movie execution.
From the Skin-man, here is former "West Wing" co-star Moira Kelly getting seriously felt up in a scene from the Tim Roth movie, "Little Odessa" (1994).