This film is so obscure that the nude scene is rarely capped. Although it is a 1970 film starring Michael Douglas, I had never seen nor heard of it before today.

Meg Foster, in a minor part, had a brief topless scene:

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And of course, Meg got a good opportunity to show off those famous, spooky blue eyes:

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It is difficult for the committee to drop an undefeated team from a major conference, but they manned up and did it. The final rankings worked out perfectly for my Longhorns. They not only made the playoffs, but they got the softest opponent! I was thinking they might get the fourth seed and have to face Michigan right away.

My only quarrel is that the committee still placed FSU ahead of Ohio State and Georgia on the also-ran list. Really, guys? Is that really what you think? I doubt it. As long as you were recognizing reality, why not go all the way and drop FSU down where they belong?

For the record, the final computer rankings place FSU 12th (and Washington 10th, I might add – still four and a half points worse than a team they beat twice!).

For no special reason other than to take it out of the comment section, here are the opening pages of “Trouble On My Agenda,” the final chapter of the long-forgotten 1930’s detective trilogy about the hard-boiled detective team of Rocky Fist and Dick Agenda. It completes the story established in the first two Fist-Agenda mysteries, “Forbidden Agenda” and “A Fistful of Knuckles.”

It was a cold night in a cold town. I was weary from the day and ready for a drink. I poured one, then another, and through a haze of cheap hooch, my glance turned to the name on the door. It still said “Agenda and Fist.” I smiled to myself, remembering that Rocky Fist’s real name was Chad Pfister. That doesn’t matter now because he’s taking a dirt nap, thanks to some cheap mug unloading a roscoe in his direction. There’s no more Pfister, no more Fist. The agency is just me, Dick Agenda.

I was alone in the office, as I always am now, when she walked in. The light isn’t good by the doorway, so I couldn’t see her face, but I could make out her shape, even in the dim light, and I got a whiff of her from clear across the room. She meant to show me she was a classy skirt.

“Mr. Fist, I need your help.”

“Fist can’t help you. He’s … retired. I’m Agenda, Dick Agenda.”

“I need help, Mr. Agenda. If you can do the job, I don’t care about your name.”

“That’s good, because I was thinking of changing it. What do you think of the name Sherlock?”

“Are you going to help me, or are you going to pretend to be witty?”

“Depends on what you need. If it’s too messy, I’ll go with the bad jokes.”

“My name is Hortense Troublé, and I think my father is trying to kill me. Is that too messy for you, Mr. Agenda?”

In my line of work I don’t meet a lot of dolls named Hortense. There are mostly a bunch of broads named after flowers and months, and maybe a Trixie or two. Hortense – I don’t know. But trouble – that I know when I see it. She may have pronounced it “Troo-BLAY,” like a fancy dame, but I knew she was just plain Trouble.

Again inspired by some new Defoe footage from an entry in the Vertiges series (Dormir avec le Diable, 2001, which members may find in the Saturday Fun House), here’s a look back at her nudography in French TV:

Mediterranee, s1 (2001)

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Vertiges: Dormir avec le Diable (2001)

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Dolmen, s1 (2005)

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La Taupe, s1 (2007)

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La Main Blanche, s1 (2008)

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She’s 50 now, so her nudity days are probably over (it has been 15 years since her last nude scene), but French TV viewers may still watch her every weekday as the aging doyenne of Tomorrow is Ours.

Inspired by some new Defoe footage from Accords Et A Cris, a 2002 entry in the Vertiges series (which members may find in the Saturday Fun House), here’s a look back at her nudography:

La Femme du Boulanger (1999)

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Commissaire Moulin, s5e1 (2000)

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72 Heures, s1e2 (2002)

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Vertiges: Accords et a Cris (2002)

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La Tempete (2006)

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Hold-Up a l’Italienne (2008)

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I guess getting naked on the internet is much more lucrative than singing Gershwin standards in smoky clubs, because the former sitcom star had a pretty good career as a vocalist for a while, performing with jazz superstars like Chris Botti, with her vocals causing her to be compared to giants like Sarah Vaughan and Ella Fitzgerald.

Or was it Vince Vaughn and Barry Fitzgerald? I can’t recall now.

Either way.

OK, let’s be honest. She’s no Ella Fitzgerald, but then who is? She really sounds nothing like Ella except that they both scat. She is, however, pretty good.

But the bills have to be paid, and jazz vocalists don’t ride first class.


I can’t tell you for sure, but I think the dude had a pretty good view. One thing I can tell for sure from the second image is that he was having a really good time in this scene from the newly released May-December. Among all the duties an actor might be asked to perform, one of the cushier assignments is showing one’s dick while viewing a bottomless, open-legged Natalie Portman.

In other frames it’s obvious that he’s sportin’ a full erection, which they chose not to censor.

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