“When we were kids, and he asked if he could masturbate in front of me, sometimes I’d go, ‘F— yeah I want to see that!’ … It’s not analogous to the other women that are talking about what he did to them. He could offer me nothing. We were only just friends. So sometimes, yeah, I wanted to see it, it was amazing. Sometimes I would say, ‘F—ing no, gross,’ and we got pizza.”

This is a scene from Sirens, one of the greatest movies of all time for those who like to see famous women naked. It features full-frontal nudity from Elle, Portia de Rossi, Tara Fitzgerald and others. Elle gained about 20 pounds for the role to make herself seem more like her character, a sensuous and beautiful rural tomboy.

The movie is well worth a look if you need to place one on your “to see” list. As I wrote in my review, the film would be watchable without the nudity, and the nudity is spectacular. Even Hugh Grant is good in this movie. His role called for an intelligent, but immature, man filled with false modesty. When you get right down to it, the screenwriter must have been picturing Grant when he wrote it. It’s like writing a part for a totally unfunny douchebag who imagines himself humorous, and then casting Pauly Shore.

Writer/director John Duigan has nothing else in his resume that compares to this in terms of nudity, but (to quote myself):

“Writer/director John Duigan has had some disappointing outings, but his work in the 90’s had a remarkable blend of intellect, flair, and sensuousness. I want to think that the absolutely terrible ‘Paranoid’ was just a huge aberration in his career. If St Peter asks my opinion, as he so often does, Duigan gets into heaven just on the basis of Sirens alone.

Although, frankly, we’re gonna miss this horny bastard down in hell.”

As far as I know Duigan, now 69, is still alive, although he has no IMDb credits in the past six years. Not sure what he’s up to.

Here’s the article about her revelation

She’s been a regular around these parts:

Here she appears in a .gif from one of her better nude scenes, in In Their Skin (2012)

I think her best nudity was in Storytelling. Here are my own collages from that appearance, which earned her the #8 spot among the Top Nude Scenes of 2002.

Gunnar Hansen, the original Leatherface, wrote it.

It stars Kane Hodder, Dee Wallace, Robert Englund, Doug Bradley, Tony Todd, Adrienne Barbeau, Sid Haig, Michael Berryman, Ken Foree, Barbara Crampton, Camille Keaton, Tiffany Shepis, Cortney Palm, Debbie Rochon and Lloyd Kaufman.

(And a bazillion other people)

Here is the trailer:


“When it was first announced that Peter Dinklage would be playing Hervé Villechaize in HBO’s MY DINNER WITH HERVÉ, a bit of a controversy flared up as some claimed that the casting would be white-washing. It was believed that Villechaize was half-Filipino.”

Dinklage set the record straight. Herve was NOT Filipino, or anything similar. His ancestry was 100% from Western Europe.

Moving from lowly MSNBC to ABC didn’t really help.

Baldwin’s show pulled in a rating of .4 – on a major network

To put that in context, I once produced a cable access show that had a higher rating that that – competing AGAINST network shows.

To be fair, he had some tough competition. I think there was a re-run of My Name is Earl on one of the cable channels, and a mid-major crappie-fishing tournament on the Outdoor Channel.

But he was crappier than the crappies.

Hey, that would actually make a nice slogan for his show.

Oh, I kid. He really did get jammed by his time slot. He was competing against Sunday Night Football, which had a great match-up for a change. But even so, Baldwin’s .4 was the lowest broadcast rating of the evening. He even lost to the shows on the CW network.


There have been 11 movies based on SNL sketches. Only two of them have been watchable: The Blues Brothers and Wayne’s World.

With only eleven to choose from, it’s amazing that some of the films on the list are among the worst films ever made. (It’s Pat, e.g.) It is a sad commentary on the genre that the totally uninspired MacGruber is the one they rated highest after the big two. It would be difficult to name ANY eight films worse than MacGruber, let alone eight from the same sub-genre. To be fair, some of the lower ones on the list (Wayne’s World 2, e.g.) actually are probably better than MacGruber, given the rather low bar they had to clear.

“I have had bouts of situational depression and my heart was broken last year because, unknowingly, I put so much validity in the reaction of the public, and the public didn’t react in the way I had expected to … which broke my heart.”

Nah. Not gonna happen. Here’s the real deal:

Katie Perry lives for attention. If she can get attention by saying she will leave music, she will say that. Then she will again get attention by saying she will not leave music. Then she will get attention by saying she’s leaving her silly judging job. Then not. Then she will get attention by saying she’s leaving Orlando Bloom. Then not. Then she will get attention by saying she loves Donald Trump or something else preposterous. Then not.

Whatever it takes to keep the focus on her.


“Insane Clown Posse’s Shaggy 2 Dope tried to dropkick Fred Durst this weekend, but failed miserably.”

There’s no sense in arresting him because conviction is impossible. How are you going to assemble an jury of twelve people who don’t think Fred Durst should be dropkicked?

From the comment section:

“If I’m that DA, I bring charges even knowing I’d lose. Totally worth it to be the prosecutor in People v. Dope.”

This is an excellent story of a fascinating man.

It relates how the character developed in the Republic Pictures serials (before that, the Lone Ranger had been a hit radio broadcast), but the key thrust of the piece is Lee Powell himself.

“Six years after starring as the mysterious masked man and thrilling audiences in the theater of every town in the United States, he was dead on a tiny faraway island at the age of 35. He had been wrong about the longevity of the Lone Ranger’s popularity. The character has become an American icon while Lee Powell unfortunately has faded into obscurity.”

Man, it can make you cringe to read those old newspaper articles. Powell died “fighting the Japs.” It’s not quite as blatantly racist as those old Warner Brothers cartoons, but it’ll still give you pause. Even as boys in the 1950s, my friends and I could see how old-fashioned the 1940s had been. It wasn’t just the newspapers and cartoons, but also the movie serials, like the one Lee Powell had starred in.

The movie serials were very much a harbinger of television, except that the episodes had to be watched away from the home. There were many genres: westerns, crime stories, sci-fi and more. Many of the episodes had cliffhanger endings to bring people back. They were before my time, but when I was a kid they were essentially in the public domain since nobody wanted them for TV or the theaters, so the summer camps I belonged to always screened different ones during lunchtime. We loved them, although not for reasons that would make the creators proud. They were so primitive, and so frequently and flamboyantly melodramatic, that even a bunch of unsophisticated 10-year-olds in the fifties would laugh out loud at the bad effects and clumsy overacting in moments that were supposed to be filled with suspense or drama. The line deliveries were hilarious, and often punctuated by hysterical, repetitive voice-over narration! How did so many cowboys and spacemen (and narrators) get New York outer borough accents? It was like watching the Three Stooges without all the head-bopping.

Great memories.