It's a Zoe Lister Jones film festival!
Lister-Jones film clips (collages below)
Band Aid is a comedy drama about a married couple Anna (Zoe Lister-Jones) and Ben (Adam Pally) are struggling to get along. After a party where they sang a song together that wasn't too bad, they decide to start a band and write songs about the arguments they have had. Enlisting neighbour Dave (Fred Armisen) to be their drummer, they actually sound pretty good but it also has the added bonus of improving their relationship and both are happier. But simmering under the surface is the thing that has caused most of their misery and before long, it is going to rear its ugly head once more.
Lister-Jones film clip (collages below)
Pousseo in Problemos (2017) in 1080hd
Sobol in Il Figli Della Notte (2016) in 1080hd
van Compernolle and Bobbi Smith in Women Who Kill
(2016) in 720p
More of Sonya Walger in Tell Me You Love Me in 1080hd
Walger in episode 5
Walger in episode 6 (no nudity, but sexy)
NYPD Blue: now up to Year 7. Almost no nudity.
Rappaport in episode 8
Berkley in episode 19
Shaw in For The Greater Good (e2; 1991) in vhs
Schneider in La Piscine (1969)
I have a special connection to Romy. As you probably know
if you are reading this, I spend most of my time these
days writing about, cataloging, and generally
apotheosizing film nudity. This would come as quite a
surprise to those who knew me in the twenty-odd years when
I was impersonating a straight-laced corporate executive,
but in fact it is a return to my roots. Romy was the first
woman I ever saw naked on screen. The film was Boccaccio
The year was late 1962 or early 1963, and nobody was naked on screen in American movies then. Later that year, Elizabeth Taylor showed a part of her bum in Cleopatra, but I didn't see that movie then. I don't think I saw any loose flesh in an American movie until about a year later when The Pawnbroker truly broke the nudity barrier and received for its efforts the dreaded "condemned" rating from the Catholic Legion of Decency. I think that meant you would go straight to hell if you died between seeing that film and your next confession.
Boccaccio '70 somehow managed to sneak in under the radar of controversy, perhaps because the nudity was minimal and the audiences small in number, or perhaps because it was an acclaimed foreign film in three unrelated segments, each directed by a screen legend: Luchino Visconti (director of Obsession), Federico Fellini (La Dolce Vita), and Vittorio De Sica (The Bicycle Thief).
My friend The Duck heard through the official teenage guy grapevine that B'70 had some nudity in it, so he resolved to see that nudity, and he persuaded me to join him in his wanton pursuit of screen flesh. I was happy to oblige. We soon found, however, that it wasn't all that easy to pull it off. The theater was out of walking or biking distance, and we were fourteen at the time and could therefore not drive ourselves there. The situation required us to conceive a fairly elaborate plan to dupe my mother into chauffeur duty. Here's how it worked. There were two theaters about a block apart. One was screening Boccaccio '70 while the one around the corner was showing an innocuous film. My memory tells me that the decoy was Darby O'Gill and the Little People, and that's how I've always told the story, but a double check of the release dates at IMDb doesn't seem to confirm that. Darby would have been out for four years at the time Boccaccio '70 came to Rochester. Oh, well, these events happened 50 years ago, so I guess I may be hazy on some details. Let me use Darby in my anecdote, although it was probably something else. I know for sure that I had already seen the decoy movie and could recall it in sufficient detail to pass muster if my mom pursued an interrogation. She never did.
The drop-off procedure was the easy part. We waved good-bye to my mom, pretended to check our wallets, then walked around the corner as soon as her car disappeared. The pick-up was trickier because our film got out later than Darby, so we told mom we'd get an ice cream or a hot dog or something after the film, and arranged for her to pick us up a full hour after Darby ended. That way there was no reason for her to question why nobody else was coming out of the theater at the pick-up time. Why so long? Our film would get out only a few minutes after Darby, so we might have to stand outside for nearly an hour on a cold Rochester night. Well, that was a price we were willing to pay, but we knew it would not be that long. We had adjusted for the fact that my mom was always early for everything, so we had to consider exactly where we would be when she would first spot us - which would occur a half an hour before she was supposed to be there.
Was it difficult for two snot-nosed kids to get into the only film in town with bare flesh and naughty stories? Not at all. In our paranoia and guilt, we had imagined that there might be problems with some officious moral guardians, and we were prepared to go back and watch Darby if necessary, but there were no hurdles of any kind. The MPAA rating system (version 1.0) wasn't enacted until 1966, so there were no specific rules or guidelines about who could see which movies. Sure, if we had tried to sneak into a porn film we probably would have been turned away because the establishment would not risk a charge for corrupting the morals of minors, but this film was an award winner at Cannes and some of it was directed by the guy who did The Bicycle Thief. Moreover, there had been neither public protests nor outraged editorials to draw attention to the film. Frankly, neither the cops nor the theater owner were concerned about screening out minors. Nobody asked our age. We simply paid for our tickets and walked in.
Thus it happened that I saw Romy Schneider offer a very brief flash of her breasts in the Visconti segment, the first succulent forbidden flesh I had ever seen. As it turned out, we also liked the movie, although the Visconti portion was memorable only for Romy's flesh. That segment was meticulously crafted, artistic, and bittersweet, offering talky insights into the nature of human relationships and the death of love - in other words a whole bunch of crap to 14-year-old boys.
We thought the other two segments were magnificent. Fellini directed a crazed, surreal story about a gorgeous woman (Anita Ekberg playing herself) who comes to life from a sexy poster to torment and tempt the pious censor who forces authorities to cover the poster. I have never forgotten the humor of the story, the bizarre carnival atmosphere of the sights and sounds, and the sight of the zaftig Ekberg rolling around on the ground in a dress which barely contained her monstrous breasts. In those days I didn't know Fellini from Frank Nitti, but I determined that I liked him. We also loved the segment by De Sica. Sophia Loren raffles herself off for one night, but then decides to cut a deal with the winner because she is interested in exploring a new relationship and doesn't want to start it off by prostituting herself to a local douchebag. She strikes a bargain wherein she avoids the sex, the winner gets to keep all the lottery money, and he also gets to say he went through with a wild night of any kind of amour he can imagine, which she will verify. The rest of the men in town are so impressed with his yarn that they hold a parade for the sad, homely fellow, and he ends up both honored and rich with the lottery money. Sophia, in the meantime, gets the hunky guy and all ends well.
The idea behind the film was to bring the ribald spirit of Boccaccio to the screen in modern times, using modern characters and settings. One of Italy's greatest writers would be interpreted by three of Italy's greatest directors, starring three of Europe's sexiest stars. Italians responded warmly. Boccaccio '70 became the all-time box office champ of Italy, outpacing Fellini's La Dolce Vita, and eventually taking in a quadrillion lire (about $1.37). OK, I'm kidding about those numbers. It actually grossed $200,000, but that really was the all-time Italian box office champ as of 1962! It was obviously a good idea then, and the whole concept still seems like a good idea to me, given the fact that Boccaccio was not only a famous writer whose stories featured clever and ironic twists, but he was also funny and obsessed with sex. I'm not sure how well this film really captures Boccaccio, but I don't know if that matters. I liked the Fellini and De Sica segments when I was 14 and, unlike most of the films I re-watch 40 years later, I still like them today. I wasn't the only one turning a thumb up. My significant other happened to walk by while I was starting to watch the Fellini story on DVD, and she ended up watching that entire episode. And you have to understand that she liked the story even though she had no interest in the fact that Anita Ekberg was falling out of her clothes!
Kabby Borders in Exposed
Tora Taranova in Exposed
Sigrid Thornton in Snapshot