• * 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.










Jodie Foster film clips. Raw screen grabs below.

Scoop's notes:

The recipe:  Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Girl.

Bad movie, but Jodie is often naked or in skimpy clothing, so it's worth a look for that reason.

Jodie Foster is kind of the Joe DiMaggio of acting, in the sense that both have an unchallengeable aura far beyond anything actually related to their mere mortal achievements. To hear DiMaggio's proponents describe him, you'd think he was faster down the line than Mantle, a better fielder than Mays, and a better hitter than Ted Williams and Babe Ruth combined. DiMaggio was, of course, a great ballplayer, but nowhere near as great as the legend that has sprung up about him. Between ages 27 and 32, a baseball player's theoretical prime, he averaged 22 homers and 102 RBI's per year, and hit .303 over that span. During his famous 56 game streak, he didn't hit as well as Williams hit for that entire season. He stole only 30 bases in his life, and fielded only .978. His lifetime batting average was .325. Per 550 at bats, he averaged 29 homers.

Fine numbers, but I'll bet you thought he was much better than that, right? Everybody does.

And the same is true of Jodie Foster. She made Backtrack during the absolute zenith of her acting career, 1988-1994. That period started with her best actress Oscar for The Accused and concluded with her nomination for Nell. In the middle was her signature role in Silence of the Lambs, which won her yet another Oscar. There you go, three best actress nominations in six years.

This film was made in that period, and offers no evidence to support either her script judgment or her acting abilities. It's a mediocre film, with often illogical, even incomprehensible plot twists, and poor character development. Jodie is not especially good in it, and is even responsible for some of the problems. She isn't awful, but she shows none of the spark and imagination that you'd expect if you hired the best young actress in the world, which many people considered her at the time.

The movie irritated me, frankly.

Dennis Hopper and Jodie play a hit man and his intended victim who end up in love despite their obvious incompatibility, and end up fleeing from the mob and the FBI and heaven knows who else. 

Here are some especially irritating moments:

  • Jodie is calling Hopper a rapist after he offers her a choice - die or give her life to him. OK, fair enough, but there is one scene where he asks her to put on some garter belts and similar paraphernalia, and she is humiliated, and still in her "you rapist" mode.  She is dressing in front of him, at his insistence, but obviously making ironic comments and still trying to trick him ("Maybe it would be better if I tied you up, baby"). The scene cuts to someplace else, and when we rejoin Foster and Hopper, she is punching him playfully in the morning, and telling him to put down his newspaper and come back to bed. HUH? Was there something in between? How did that happen? Their relationship is the point of the movie, yet we don't see why it develops.
  • The very highest ranking law enforcement guys apparently spend their lives in a trailer listening to phone taps, and only work on one case at a time. Hopper makes a call to arrange a meeting with the mobster who wants him dead. The FBI is listening at that very moment, including Fred Ward, the senior guy on the case, and they immediately shout stuff like "let's roll", and head to the rendezvous point. Fred obviously has nothing better to do than to listen to the phone calls of a low-level mobster 24/7.
  • Jodie confesses to a weakness for pink Hostess Snowballs. Hopper goes to a little rinky-dink country convenience store, and comes back with several hundred two-packs. This kind of store probably wouldn't carry Snowballs. The odds are against it, because there are many alternate snack cake suppliers, and most stores would not have this in their assortment. But even if they did carry them, I'm going to guess that the highest volume c-store in the world would not have that many on hand. In fact, I'll offer you a bet. Name anyplace in your city that sells food. Name Sam's Club or the highest-volume Safeway, I don't care. I'll bet that you could not find several hundred two-packs of pink Snowballs in any location which you select. 
  • At one point, Hopper and Jodie manage to escape some mobsters by driving up an old dead-end road to where a helicopter is waiting conveniently. The chopper is not manned or guarded, and starts right up for Hopper. He also happens to know how to pilot one. That is one versatile hit man. But that's not what irritated me. That came next. Hopper and Foster fly away from the thugs, and another chopper is on their tail within seconds, filled with mob guys wearing black suits and fedoras, firing machine guns. No exaggeration. It's Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man revisited, and taken to the skies! Of course, Hopper out-maneuvers the other pilot and tricks him into crashing into a butte.
  • In fact, the finale is even sillier than the ending of Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. Hopper and Foster agree to meet the mob at a refinery, where they are wearing some of those metallic-looking fire suits. They set some fires, escape in their suits, and within a short time, the entire refinery explodes. Cops circle the place, credits roll. A couple minutes later, during the credits, we see Hopper and Foster sailing somewhere, and he is playing a saxophone. Run the last credits over a black screen.

And this is the fully-restored director's cut! Imagine how irritating the theatrical release must have been, because the studio cut out 21 minutes of footage, and wouldn't release it in the USA at all. Hopper disowned it, and it ended up being credited to the ubiquitous "Alan Smithee".








The theme for this weeks caps: the 1970s, and the majority of these films are completely forgettable. Here is Part 1


The Babysitter

Despite what I have written above, the Babysitter was actually made in 1969 but fits here because it precedes a 70s film, Weekend with the Babysitter. Both movies star George E. Carey, who also co-wrote them.

The babysitter in this movie is played by Patricia Wymer and she is naked showing her breasts and butt.

Karin Longacre and Devon Blaine are a couple girls who decide to dance naked.


Devon just flashes a bit of bush but the quality of the DVD is poor.

Other topless ladies include Sheri Jackson

Ruth Noonan

Kathy Williams (lovely puffies!)

and someone who plays the part of Mary-Jane but is not identified.


Weekend with the Babysitter

Weekend with the Babysitter (1971) stars Susan Romen as the  babysitter and she shows everything.


Annik Borel is topless

and Luanne Roberts is very sexy and shows some pokies.


Blood Mania

The IMDB rates Blood Mania (1970) at 2.7, and that sums it up.

Maria De Aragon

Reagan Wilson

and Vicki Peters are topless.


Jacqueline Dalya shows pokies

and an unknown looks interesting.


Cindy and Donna

Also from 1970 is Cindy and Donna.

Debbie Osborne shows a hint of bush


Nancy Ison


and Cheryl Powell are also naked

and the stripper played by Alice Fredlund shows us the lot.



"The Cooks"

(series 1)


Boyana Novakovich film clips (collages below)

Kate Atkinson film clip (collages below)




Margret Vilhjalmsdottir in White Night Wedding

Laufey Eliasdottir in White Night Wedding

Kristine Blackport in Californication, s3,e1

Eva Amurri in Californication, s3, e2



Reese Witherspoon in Twilight