The Look of Love

This is a biopic of Paul Raymond, a British entrepreneur who turned various adult enterprises into a fortune large enough to get him labeled as Britain's richest man. He started with strip clubs, moved up first to burlesque shows, then to naughty theatrical revues in the West End. He branched into publishing (Mayfair, Club International, Men Only), and systematically converted his cash flow into real estate holdings, which eventually got him the title of "King of Soho" after he acquired 60 of the 87 acres of that London district.

The Daily Mail covered the high points of his bio here.

The movie pictures just about every detail mentioned in that article linked above, but that's just window dressing for its dramatic heft, which comes from an in-depth portrayal of Raymond's genuine love for, and over-indulgence of, his daughter, Debbie, who gradually was pulled into his louche orbit of non-stop fun, sleaze and drugs. In the framing story, an elderly Raymond looks back on his life, wonders if he could have avoided all his parental mistakes by steering Debbie toward a more sensible path, one which would not have resulted in her death at 37 from a heroin OD. The old fellow seems a bit weak in the self-analysis department, because the film ends with him seeming to repeat all of the same mistakes with his oldest granddaughter. That emphasized a point made throughout the film, that Raymond, although basically a decent person, never learned from his mistakes, having lost the love of his life in the same way he lost his first wife, through a succession of misbegotten adventures with casual lovers, none of whom he cared to, or bothered to, hide from the women he was living with.

The film's treatment of the big-time world of sleaze is superficial and overly glossy. No rivals get strong-armed, no public officials are pictured taking kick-backs, no feminists protest the objectivication of women, and Raymond's army of shifty attorneys is left in the background. Raymond is pictured wandering through London without his usual retinue of bodyguards. Picturing all of that more accurately would have strengthened the film's point that Raymond was reckless to draw Debbie into that world. But if it lacks gravitas, the movie is an easy one to watch, especially for male audiences, because the styles are fun to remember, because Steve Coogan portrays Raymond as a witty, charming fellow, and because the screen is constantly filled with gorgeous eye candy.

Nudity (the links lead to comprehensive film clips from Zorg):

Anna Friel (as wife Jean) takes a bubble bath; Tamsin Egerton (as lover and leading lady Fiona Richmond) appears nude in several scenes. Neither of them offer the full frontal monty, but many other women are completely naked and exposed in various degrees of explicitness, although "spread" shots are generally shown in suggestion only.

Sample images:




TV Recap

Starz aired episode two of the Americanized version of The White Queen. Rebecca Ferguson again showed her breasts. (The BBC version had no nudity in episode two)


  • * Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe).

  • * White asterisk: expanded format.

  • * Blue asterisk: not mine.

  • No asterisk: it probably sucks.


Catch the deluxe version of Other Crap in real time, with all the bells and whistles, here.


Repo Men


The Abramovic Method


Brainscan's comments:

In the battle for best nude scene of the year, the smart money is on Rosario Dawson in Trance (see Sunday's page), featuring her shaved naughty bits.  She is famous and gorgeous and there is all that full frontal exposure to attract the voters ...

... but a rival for the title is Lindsay Lohan in The Canyons (see Monday's page).  As Scoopy wrote in his comments a few weeks ago, we can quibble about her acting ability and her choices in life but Lindsay gets nothing from us but admiration when it comes to her superstructure. 

To my eyes Emily Ratajkowski in Blurred Lines is the performance of the year (see Saturday's page).  Emily is already known by all of us who read the Funhouse and by men and boys worldwide; her exposure in Blurred Lines is wonderful and extensive. Had she lost the flesh-colored undies half the world would have called in sick the day of the video's release. 

So there are those fan favorites and then there is Lady Gaga in that Abramovic Method thing (below)


TV/Film clips

Emily Blunt in Arthur Newman (2012). Not nude, but sexy.

Lily Walker in Actress Apocalypse (2005) in 960x720 size, but probably upsized


Nathalie Kelley, a beautiful Peruvian-born Aussie actress who had a part in Tokyo Drift, is disposed to place naked photos of herself on Instagram, a practice which I wholeheartedly applaud.