When I get an e-mail from an actress, it usually requests (or demands) that I remove her images. (Which I always do, because why make a big legal deal about it?) Imagine my surprise when I got this e-mail from Victoria Vertuga about my overview of Cold Blows The Wind.

“Hey, Victoria Vertuga here. Star and producer of Cold Blows the Wind. I just wanted to say thank you so much for giving our movie a chance and supporting indie filmmaking. Every rental and purchase helps us to keep creating new projects. If you enjoyed it, please spread the word! Thank you again for your support.

Victoria”

I didn’t mention it when I posted the original article, but I did actually get hooked on this film and watched it all the way through. It starts out with a couple hitting a pedestrian with their car. Thinking him dead, they put him in their trunk, but when they check on him later, they find that he’s still alive and in desperate need of medical attention. If he recovers, they reason that he will tell his tale, and they will probably go to jail. The husband decides that the only thing they can do is kill the guy and bury him deep in the wilderness. Then who’s to know? The wife is horrified by the idea at first, but comes around.

If I tell you much more I’ll spoil it for you, but suffice it to say that there are complications, witnesses and even supernatural forces at work, and everything they try just makes matters worse. Are all these complications part of reality, or is their guilt just driving them into hallucinations and madness? And can they even trust each other?

The film gets some good mileage out of a micro budget, and I think you saw that the nudity is pretty good as well.

You can buy or rent it here. I get no commission or kickback of any kind, nor does anyone else, as far as I know. It’s just a transaction between you and the producers.

Anyway, thanks, Victoria. We’ll be loooking for your future projects.

I have always had a soft spot in my heart for this mediocre film. The story is tired, basically a rewrite and updating of an old boxing picture with John Garfield. The acting is not strong. Despite those drawbacks, the film has four things I prize: (1) clear, well-lit nudity from Playmates and others with spectacular bodies; (2) an excellent sound track, featuring the beautiful duet “With You I’m Born Again“; (3) the amazingly beautiful Jayne Kennedy, who stayed dressed, darn it; (4) The Greatest, Mohammad Ali, playing himself.

It’s nice to see all those beautiful women in HD after all these years.

Jayne Kennedy – what a face!

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You probably know who she is, since she was a beauty queen, a popular sports reporter, and a commercial spokesmodel.

She co-starred in this film with her then-husband, Leon Isaac Kennedy. From the comment section: “I’m surprised you didn’t mention the Kennedys infamous sex tape. Probably the only celeb sex tape with fisting in it.”

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Azizi Johari – what a body! Her character’s name in this film was Pussy Willow.

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She was the Playmate of the Month in June, 1975. She seems to have disappeared from public life after this film, and little is known about her subsequent life. “Azizi Johari” is a pseudonym, so I suppose she probably reverted to her real name and lived a quiet, private existence, reportedly in Seattle. If Wikipedia is to be believed, she is still alive.

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(Left to right) Ingrid Greer, Laurie Senit and Ola Ray as three hookers

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Ola Ray was the Playmate of the Month in June 1980. She has had a successful career in the entertainment industry. You may remember her as Jacko’s girlfriend in the video for “Thriller.”

Ingrid Greer died shortly after this film was released. She drowned in her home swimming pool.

You can learn about Laurie Senit from her Facebook page. She appears to have become quite accomplished in the 40 years since her film career.

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Rosanne Katon

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She was Playboy magazine’s Playmate of the Month for its September 1978 issue. She stayed in the film/TV world until 1992, and had a brief parallel career as a stand-up comic, during which time Playboy included her in a pictorial about comediennes. She seems to be the brainy one of the group. Her biographical essay “Whispered Histories” is included in Meri Nana-Ama Danquah’s book “Becoming American: Personal Essays by First Generation Immigrant Women

(Something here doesn’t add up. I’m not sure how she qualified for that book, since she is not a first-generation woman. Although her dad was born in Jamaica, she was born in New York. By the official definition of the Census Department, that makes her a second-generation American, like both of my own parents.)

At any rate, she and her husband have two children, including a son who is autistic and an accomplished cellist. The family is featured in the 2007 documentary Autism: The Musical which won the 2007 Emmy for Best TV Documentary Special.

Good luck on that tan.

“The guy helping us with our luggage said, ‘You’re going to Canada.’ We all laughed it off.”

MSC Cruises had informed passengers of the change in a single e-mail sent out the night before the seven-day cruise commenced.

I’m sure somebody must already have noted this, but surely they did not have the right clothing for a visit to Newfoundland. It it had been my cruise, I would have packed nothing but shorts, underwear, swim trunks and t-shirts.