The nudity of the last three seasons:
Season 5, episode 3
This episode featured a long comic set piece centered around sex and nudity, in the manner of the American Pie films.
A lovable, love-lorn offensive lineman hopes to profess his adoration for the object of his affection, complete with a marriage proposal. He’s sort of a nerdy, tongue-tied type, so Arliss’s assistant volunteers to feed him lines while he professes his love to his dream woman from the ground to her balcony, ala Cyrano. Unbeknownst to them, the woman of the lineman’s dreams is busy getting fucked by the cool-guy quarterback at that very moment. Meanwhile, Arliss is simultaneously talking on the phone to the QB in mid-coitus, to his assistant as she prompts the lineman’s proposal, and to the owner of the team that employs both players.
The topless woman involved with both players is played by Manouschka Guerrier. For reference, here is her Facebook page.
Season 5, episode 7
In a minor sub-plot, Camille Langfield has to make a hurried exit after being interrupted during coitus with a soccer star. In the course of the action we see her breasts and booty.
Camille hung around the film and TV world for more than a decade in various small roles. Per IMDb, she appeared as a recurring character in three episodes of Californication, ending in 2011, but the trail goes cold on her after that.
Season 5, episode 13
A hooker comes to the office of Arliss’s CFO to collect her cash payment for services rendered to clients on behalf of the agency. While there, she flashes her breasts to the accountant for an extra C-note.
The prostitute is played by an actress named Melynda Pecora, who has no other IMDB credits and no social media presence. She basically doesn’t exist outside of this episode and a role in Strike Force (2003, aka The Librarians) so minor that IMDb ignores it. Having noted that, I’ll add she looks naggingly familiar to me, and I’m guessing that she is known under another name. Perhaps she used this as a temporary pseudonym, ala “Keri Crawford” in the season three finale.
Season 6, episode 10
One of the sports agents is dating a beautiful model played by Krista Allen. Unfortunately Krista does not get naked, although we see her butt in a thong. What we do see, in backstage action before a big runway show, is several unidentified topless models dressing and undressing.
Season 7, episode 6
This is one of the episodes that tried to deal with meaningful social issues in its own way. Kirby, Arliss’s friend and associate, while sometimes a loveable ex-jock, can also be totally tone deaf when it comes to his relationships with women, whom he treats as conquests. In his latest slimy lapse, he is filming his sex partners without asking their permission. Early in the episode he crows about this to his colleague as the two men view a secret tape of Kirby having sex with a busty synchronized swimmer, played by a topless Leslie Ann Woodward.
Leslie Ann was a Versace model who has no other acting credits, but earned a certain notoriety by virtue of a marriage to a Hollywood mogul (and notorious horndog), Bob Evans. Perhaps I chose an incorrect word there. As Mae West might have said, “virtue” had nothing to do with it. The 72-year-old Evans had once been the head of Paramount Pictures, but that was some three decades before he took the 35-year-old Leslie Ann as his sixth wife. She joined an impressive ex-wife team that included Catherine Oxenberg, Ali McGraw and Phyllis George. Evans was not finished with marriage. After about a year with Woodward, he took a seventh wife. Hell, the old boy is probably not even finished now. Death only slowed him down a bit.
Back to the plot.
Kirby learns why permission is so important when he dates a powerful female body builder, who lubes him up, holds him down, and sodomizes him with a dildo, all without asking permission. That part was played by a genuine champion body builder named Carla Haug who did no other acting that I know of. She exposed her breasts for a significant duration, and also walked away from the camera stark naked.
Season 7, episode 8
Season seven must have been their year for redeeming social importance. This time the focus was the unfair treatment of aging females versus their male counterparts. A female sideline reporter, played by Lisa Long, is told by her bosses to get some plastic surgery to look younger. She rightly fears that a failure to comply will mean that she will be replaced by a younger, sexier woman. She rebels. As she signs off from one broadcast, she tells the audience about her predicament, and tops it off by flashing her breasts to prove that she needs no enhancement.
The rest of the series:
We saw the usual combination of problems that plague this and all other award shows – crappy shows nominated because they have good intentions or are politically correct; crappy minority performers nominated as tokens, winners who won as compensation for not winning something else in the past, plenty of Twitter outrage about some crap or another, boring speeches, and an occasional deserving winner.
You can’t take this seriously. Remember these are the same voters who decided that Frazier was a better comedy series than Seinfeld – five years in a row!
Compounding the cluelessness of the voters is the sheer volume of choices. The overwhelming quantity makes it exceptionally difficult for anyone to choose winners and losers, even if they believe that winners should be chosen. Who has the time to made studied, measured, contemplative choices? There are now about 500 original scripted series on TV and/or the streaming providers. There are about six of them (The Crown, Ted Lasso, Hacks, Mare of Easttown, Last Week Tonight and The Queen’s Gambit ) that won almost all of the awards, and I don’t even have time to watch all of those six, so the other 480 (or so) just get lost in the shuffle.
- The guard has been changed. Netflix won more awards than HBO for the first time. In fact, Netflix won more than HBO and Disney added together.
- The Handmaid’s Tale was awarded 21 nominations with zero wins, setting the all-time futility record.
Perhaps the Emmys should work like those games they play at McDonald’s. In addition to the big prizes that require a year of effort, they could also award instant winners. Any show that gets Jessica Chastain naked, for example, should be an instant winner. I have never watched this show and, god willing, I never will, but I have to give them a tip of the Hatlo Hat for this achievement, even though the nudity is way too subtle.
(If you got that Hatlo reference, you were probably around during the invention of the wheel.)
Here’s a film clip on Zippyshare
Judging from that booty, I would say that she is VERY fit.