Most of the nudity was provided by Rebecca Louise in a flashback sequence.
There is a skinny-dipping scene in which Rebecca Louise is naked with another actress. The closed-captioning identifies this character as “Lisa,” and IMDb says that Lisa was played by Anouk Samuel. While all of that makes sense, I can’t say for certain that the second woman is Anouk because the woman does not seem to be the same one pictured on her IMDb page. That could just be a hair-color issue (the character is a blonde, Anouk is not), and the ID may be correct, but don’t accept it as gospel for now.
Our girl Sydney Sweeney was sexy, but not naked.
She was 42.
She did six nude scenes in this film! Poor Diane. Unlike Anne Heche’s asshole, Diane’s brown eye never got its own song. I guess there weren’t enough light bulbs to make it worth singing about. You’ll note that the director must have realized that the ol’ back door was exposed, because Richard Gere quickly got his hand down to cover it for the rest of the lengthy conversation.
But not quite quickly enough.
Your choices to view this 1982 movie are not great. There are, however, many versions lying around.
IMDb says there is a 97 minute cut, aired theatrically in Europe, which has all the nude scenes. I am not familiar with this and have never run into it, but I did find Italian-dubbed versions of the nude scenes almost twenty years ago on Usenet, and made some decent captures from them.
There is a 135-minute “director’s cut,” which includes no nudity and is also missing many non-nude scenes.
There is a 185-minute version on DVD and Blu-Ray which includes all the nude scenes – without the nudity! I’m not joking about that. I have this version on disk. The sex scenes between Rosanna Arquette and Tommy Lee Jones are exactly the same as in the uncensored version, except that Rosanna’s nudity is covered or cropped.
Believe it or not, there is a full, uncensored version available free on YouTube! It includes every scene – and the nude scenes are actually nude! That sounds good on paper, but I’ve only given you the good news. The bad news is that the quality is not much better than the Rob Lowe sex tape.
Anyway, if you are still interested, it is below. The nudity is found at 46:44, 1:00:46, 1:07:02, and 2:07:22. You have to be patient with that last one. I included about a half-minute of pre-nude action so you could understand the context better.
Oz did some nice collages from the latest non-nude version. He had some decent quality to work with.
And I did my best with the nude scenes from the Italian-dubbed version. As far as I have been able to find, my versions, now some 15 years old, have retained the title of the best nude captures out there. That’s one record I would like to see broken. I’d especially like to see a good version of that scene where Rosanna is on top.
Looks like Noomi Rapace maintains her streak.
She’s another Dorian Gray case. She’s 62 but still looks about the same – a combination of good genes and modern science.
This nudity is nearly lost to posterity. It can only be seen in the full screen version of the film, which is not simple to find.
Way back in the earliest days of the public internet, Graphic Response created a collage from the VHS tape.
All of GR’s works are collected in our members’ area, along with the complete output of Tuna, Aesthete, Oz, Honte, Hankster, Brainscan, The Realist, Johnny Web, Charlie and me. (Johnny Web is also me!)
The performances of both of these women placed among our top nude scenes of 2001. Miner placed 6th, Phillips 19th. That separation doesn’t reflect any difference between their performances other than the fact that Miner was then in demand. (She dropped out of sight for a while when she married Macaulay Culkin.)
The movie is all but forgotten, and these two women are now generally far from the spotlight.
I have no idea what Bijou Phillips has been doing since 2014. It’s fun to recall what director James Toback said about her: “Bijou Phillips — you never knew what the fuck she would say or do next. There is no line between her unconscious and her articulation of it and her behavior. She is a genuine psychopath. I say that with affection and admiration, because she’s also incredibly smart and talented, so she knows how to amuse and how to get and hold attention. If she were just a psychopath, you wouldn’t want to use her; you’d just be bored. But she is always kind of amusing and interesting, and if one thing isn’t working she has a good sense of it, and she just starts on something else.”
This is part of a David Bellemere photoshoot.
See more of her from that shoot and others here.
“Under new regulations introduced in Belgium, government workers will be entitled to ignore their bosses if they’re contacted after hours.”
This is true unless there is a disruption in the waffle supply chain. In that case they must take the call. You never know when they may need to release some of the nation’s strategic waffle reserve.
Sometimes these food wars can get ugly. I think we all remember the bleak and unremitting horror of the Toast Wars between France and Texas.
With many of the public figures that we note the passing of, our reaction is “Why did they die so soon?” We may even experience denial or disbelief, and have to read the report at several sources before we consider it credible. Guys like Norm Macdonald and Bob Saget just seemed like they had a lot more laughs left in them, and they even looked too young to die. Even fuckin’ Screech, although we were through with him, seemed to have decades of mileage left on his tires.
That’s not true of Louie. In fact, I thought the opposite when I read the headlines: “How the hell did that guy ever live to be 68?” If you compare him to male celebrities of a comparable generation and body heft, his longevity was downright miraculous. John Candy was just a bit older than Louis, and Chris Farley was a decade younger, but they left us long ago. That said, don’t get me wrong. I loved the guy, as did so many others. He seemed like a kind and gentle soul, and I certainly didn’t want him to die.
I was just surprised that it took so long.
Other inappropriate remarks:
- If the Grim Reaper just had to claim two obese, 70ish guys this week, I guess I was willing to accept Mr. Loaf as one of them, but Louis Anderson would not have been among my choices.
- It is surely a demonstration of the power of cancer, that it could get this guy before he died of heart disease, lung disease or diabetes.
The first Bat out of Hell album is one of the top-selling albums in history (14 million or more)
I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That), from Bat II, reached #1 on the singles chart in 28 countries.
Mr. Loaf’s real name was Marvin Aday, but he changed it because he wanted to make it on his own rather than riding on the coattails of his brother, One, the famous vitamin magnate.
By the way, there is no truth to the rumor that Mr. Loaf left behind instructions that he should be stuffed and mounted, like Trigger the Wonder Horse. And I should know. I started the rumor.
That reminds me of the grief and shock I felt after that one episode of Roy Rogers where Trigger the Wonder Horse stomped Bullet the Wonder Dog to death.
Apparently there is a lot of jealousy in the wonder beast community.