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They're real and large and coming from a gay man they look fantastic.
Well, coming from a straight man. . . :joy:

No, you're right. I was having fun. And making a comment on the ritual and habitual use of nudity in film. It's even turned me off from looking at myself in the mirror when I jack off.

But. . .
. . . she turns around shows her characters seriousness and vulnerability.
I've seen too many of scenes where women show their "seriousness and vulnerability" by taking off their clothes and "baring all". For a long time that was the exclusive province of the actress. I just see a money scene.

Frank Capra did that much more effectively in "It Happened One Night" with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert and a bedcover hung over a laundry line in a motel room. And it was that much effective for explicitly not showing tits and ass. However, when Gable took off his shirt and showed he wasn't wearing an undershirt, sales of that garment plummeted all across America.

"It Happened One Night" (The Walls of Jericho)

And my apologies to Jamie Lee. She's a gifted actress and I believe a very nice person. And her breasts have a devoted fan in London.
 
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I also think the scene helped erase the public seeing Curtis as the virginal victim Laurie Strode (her character in Halloween) She's a hooker. So the nudity IMO wasn't gratuitous especially the way it was filmed. There are far worse cases of unnecessary nudity out there.

If you want to talk about being trigged by nudity thanks for the Yoko Ono pic. Someone used to say she got her name from the first time John saw her nude. "Yoko, OH NO!"
 
There are far worse cases of unnecessary nudity out there.
The "There are far worse cases" trope is a poor defense. Like "There are far worse serial killers than Jeffrey Dahlmer" or "Far worse dictators than Adolf Hitler" or "Far worse mothers-in-law than mine" (the latter is an impossibility; she also fulfills the requirements for the first two). This defense does little to defend the reputation of Jeffrey, Adolph, and The Witch (pronounced with a "B").

I also think the scene helped erase the public seeing Curtis as the virginal victim Laurie Strode (her character in Halloween)
I never saw "Halloween", "Halloween II" and "Halloween III" with Jamie Lee Curtis when they first came out. First, my mother probably wouldn't have let me see them, and, second, I wasn't born yet. Actually, "Trading Places" came out before I was born, also; I saw it on TCM. So I cannot comment on what "Trading Places" did for her image. I thought her image was just wonderful in "A Fish Called Wanda" (which came out during my birth year; I saw it later on DVD).

She's a hooker. So the nudity IMO wasn't gratuitous especially the way it was filmed.
Belle Watling in "Gone with the Wind" and "Irma la Douce" were prostitutes, but neither Ona Munson (who played the madam Belle Watling) nor Shirley MacLaine had to show their tits to humanize their characters. Ona Munson did that by her wonderful performance and Shirley MacLaine by, well, just being Shirley MacLaine. Stripping is not acting, except maybe for method actors.

I've come to believe that the most "romantic" performances are achieved through suggestion and not by baring flesh. Inevitably, once you show the old skin the audience forgets the romance and sees the bits of the actors. In her review of "Women in Love", the The New Yorker film critic Pauline Kael once famously wondered why in the famous nude wrestling scene between Alan Bates and Oliver Reed, Bates's parts looked bigger than Reed's. :joy:

Actually, that's part of a bigger problem. The intent of acting in the movies and the theater is to make the audience see the character, not the actor; certain things, like nudity, take the attention away from the character and put it back onto the actor. Pauline (and the audience) weren't asking about the size of the the genitalia of the two characters but that of the two famous actors; away from the story, back onto reality. The illusion so carefully created is inevitably destroyed. This is called "breaking the fourth wall". There are numerous sites that show acts in the nude; none, that I know of, show nude fictional characters.


PS. Thanks for the "Yoko, OH NO!" Made my day. :emoji_smile:
 
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I'm gonna get a lotta guff for this
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but, for the most part, I could care less about nudity in films. That's what porn is for. It's almost always gratuitous. I don't know how many movies I've sat through where at some point I end up rolling my eyes and groan, "
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here comes the obligatory tits and ass!"

My wife and I recently watched "Trading Places" with Eddie Murphy and Dan Ackroyd on TCM. A couple of times the director felt it necessary for Jamie Lee Curtis to remove her upper garments and bare all. "All", in her case, meant very little. I could see nothing which would make me or Dan Ackroyd fall in lust. I only saw what resembled a scrawny, plucked chicken with two eggs over easy. The host Ben Mankiewicz commented on how her nudity was integral to the plot. I pulled out my hair and screamed, "Bull shit!" The movie coulda done just as well without it. In fact, a lot better. "Who wants to see Jamie Lee's scrawny tits?" I screamed. (This is when my wife brought the Prozac.) If it's tits you want, dig up Marilyn Monroe and show hers.

Now don't get me wrong. I love nudity as much as the other guy -- probably more so, since my first wife was raised a nudist, I was into it for many years -- but, it should have some relevance to the plot, or at least be really and truly gratuitous. Most the time it's a mechanical exercise. Or even worse, "arty". "Here's the tits and ass (or, ever more increasingly, cock and butt)." That's EOG (Equal Opportunity Genitalia). 🥱

Directors put in nudity for one reason only. . . to sell tickets. All the rest is bunk, drivel, gibberish, guff, hogwash, nonsense, rubbish, and baloney. Outside of porn, no picture has ever been improved by nudity. I've had high hopes that someday someone will make a movie where sex is really integral to the plot. But sex isn't always dreamy mood lighting and swooping and swirling camera movements. It isn't always perfect (as my wife and any woman who's ever gone to bed with me can attest). Sometimes he has PE or a touch of ED or a small dick, and she fakes an orgasm or has a headache. It isn't always monotonously soaring rockets and crashing waves on the beach. I'm positive that at one time they shot this one hazy, dreamy, dark, fire-lit love scene and have spliced it into every damned movie ever since. It's jarring to realize James Bond makes love exactly the same way as Woody Allen. Something's wrong here. Everyone knows Allen's the better lover. Just ask Mia.

But, please, if you're gonna flog the tits, cocks and ass, make it worth our while; please don't ruin it all with JLC's scrawny tits. Their memory haunts my every waking (and un-waking) moment and has nearly permanently put me off women.* They could make the ultimate horror movie (in)appropriately called "Two Virgins: John Lennon's Scrawny Chest and Ugly Cock Meet Yoko Ono's Pendulous Tits and Hairy Bush (Cumming soon)". A bit much for the marquee but it should be enough to put everyone off sex and end the human race. In the meantime, there'll be a renewed resurgence in popularity of David Attenborough and his nature films.

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Combined, two of the most effective anaphrodisiacs in history, guaranteed to suppress libido and sexual desire in humans


* Don't get me wrong: I love small breasts. They can be truly beautiful. I livd with a girl for two-and-a-half years who had really really small tits.** In fact, she was almost a boy. She played soccer in college and had a really really big clit. She coulda turned pro but they were just introducing those pesky gender verification tests.
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** They were the female equivalent of my really really small dick.***
*** Is a footnote of a footnote allowed?
Ok
 
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. In her review of "Women in Love", the The New Yorker film critic Pauline Kael once famously wondered why in the famous nude wrestling scene between Alan Bates and Oliver Reed, Bates's parts looked bigger than Reed's.
Someone may have written that, but it wasn't Kael. She wrote (as a negative comment on the scene) that despite any efforts to give it dramatic meaning, what a viewer notices is that the lighting and camera angles made Reed's genitals visible while obscuring Bates's. (Not true, by the way. She must have looked down for a minute to take notes.)

Penises in "mainstream" movies are vastly more arousing (titillating, if you like) to me than in porn -- there's no comparison. I remember as a gay moviegoer in the 1960s, I was hearing all about new freedom onscreen, but it seemed to amount only to bare breasts, plus the very occasional male backside (usually Alan Bates). It seemed clear that no big-name actor was ever going to show his penis onscreen. Then in 1969 we got a glimpse from Robert Forster in Medium Cool, and then Alan Bates and Oliver Reed mashing their junk against each other while wrestling in Women in Love, and my head exploded (and so did another part of me). The next big event onscreen was the team shower in Drive, He Said, with Charlie Robinson jacking his well-soaped dick while watching Michael Warren pee. From then on I kept a mental rolodex of which actors had, or would, or might. I still do.
 
Someone may have written that, but it wasn't Kael. She wrote (as a negative comment on the scene) that despite any efforts to give it dramatic meaning, what a viewer notices is that the lighting and camera angles made Reed's genitals visible while obscuring Bates's. (Not true, by the way. She must have looked down for a minute to take notes.)

Penises in "mainstream" movies are vastly more arousing (titillating, if you like) to me than in porn -- there's no comparison. I remember as a gay moviegoer in the 1960s, I was hearing all about new freedom onscreen, but it seemed to amount only to bare breasts, plus the very occasional male backside (usually Alan Bates). It seemed clear that no big-name actor was ever going to show his penis onscreen. Then in 1969 we got a glimpse from Robert Forster in Medium Cool, and then Alan Bates and Oliver Reed mashing their junk against each other while wrestling in Women in Love, and my head exploded (and so did another part of me). The next big event onscreen was the team shower in Drive, He Said, with Charlie Robinson jacking his well-soaped dick while watching Michael Warren pee. From then on I kept a mental rolodex of which actors had, or would, or might. I still do.

I've always wondered what the reaction was to that WOMEN IN LOVE scene back then. I bet your heads did explode. Both of them. Haha. It had to be so scandalous and shocking.
 
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. . . once you show the old skin the audience forgets the romance and sees the bits of the actors. In her review of "Women in Love", the The New Yorker film critic Pauline Kael once famously wondered why in the famous nude wrestling scene between Alan Bates and Oliver Reed, Bates's parts looked bigger than Reed's. :joy:
Someone may have written that, but it wasn't Kael. She wrote (as a negative comment on the scene) that despite any efforts to give it dramatic meaning, what a viewer notices is that the lighting and camera angles made Reed's genitals visible while obscuring Bates's. (Not true, by the way. She must have looked down for a minute to take notes.)
You're probably right; I read a collection of Kael's reviews about 5 years ago and was recalling this from memory. My recollection was that she had made a comment on the difference in the actors' genitals, and maybe got carried away. (I still think mine's a better story! :joy:)

But that wasn't really the point. I was using the anecdote about Kael's Bates-Reed observation to illustrate that "once you show the old skin the audience forgets the romance and sees the bits of the actors." In other words, nudity in films "breaks the fourth wall" and draws the audience's attention away from the characters being portrayed and back onto the actors.

A similar example: In the movie "Buster and Billie" (1974), Pamela Sue Martin (Billie) was required to do a nude scene. Jan Michael Vincent felt this was chauvinistic and volunteered to also appear nude.
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Jan Michael Vincent in "Buster and Billie" (1974)

The scene which resulted was one of the first frontal nudes of a major Hollywood movie star. And Vincent was the reigning teenage heart throb of the time. I read somewhere, perhaps from another review by Pauline Kael, that in the theater she attended, the young toughs down front hooted and jeered Vincent's appearance. They were probably expecting a cock along the lines of John Holmes.

Of course, this illustrates my point. When Jan Michael appeared naked on the screen he was no longer Buster in the film. The audience might have accepted the character "Buster" as normally hung, but a big, hunky movie star like Jan Michael Vincent? No way! And undoubtedly actors took notice and ever since have been extremely leery of appearing nude in a movie unless hung like John Holmes. No one wants to be hooted and jeered at by a buncha young toughs in a New York movie theater.
 
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A little more on the tragic life of Jan-Michael Vincent
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Jan-Michael Vincent was the Brad Pitt of the 70’s and 80’s. No one, male or female, gay or straight, could deny after taking even the briefest glance at him that the man was gorgeous. However, he ultimately led a tragic, wasted life, destroyed by alcohol and drug addiction.
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When he was just twenty-two and still in the California Army National Guard he caught the eye of a film scout. Almost overnight, he rocketed to success with just a minimum of talent and zero acting experience, and was placed in major motion pictures opposite such giants as Robert Conrad, Rock Hudson, Charles Bronson, John Wayne, Burt Reynolds, and Robert Mitchum.

Financially, Vincent hit the pinnacle of his career when he was cast opposite Oscar winning actor Ernest Borgnine in Airwolf, a television series that ran between 1984-1987. At 200-250K per episode, he became the highest paid actor in the history of television up to that time, long before Charlie Sheen claimed that title. During this time he became addicted to alcohol and cocaine, and during the third season his constant inebriation put the production behind schedule and seriously over budget, which led to its cancellation. He became unemployable almost as quickly as he had became an A-list Hollywood star.

In August 1996 while intoxicated he drove his Miata convertible into a light pole in Mission Viejo, California, and broke three vertebrae in his neck in the collision. He was found unconscious and not breathing. Paramedics saved his life by inserting a breathing tube down his trachea, which permanently damaged his vocal cords, leaving him with a raspy voice.

He continued to battle alcohol and intravenous drug use for the rest of his life. In the late seventies he war arrested three times for possession of cocaine and in the mid-eighties he was arrested for bar brawls. During the nineties he was involved in two other severe automobile collisions.

His second wife finally walked out and filed for restraining orders because of accusations of abuse. In 2000, a $374,000 default judgment was made against him after his former girlfriend alleged he had physically assaulted her after their breakup and caused her to miscarry their child. He finally faded from public view with occasional reports of arrests for drunken driving, living on the streets and sleeping on park benches, before finally relocating to Mississippi. In 2012 his right leg was amputated just below the knee as a result of complications from peripheral heart disease. After that he walked with a prosthetic limb, although he was sometimes forced to use a wheelchair. He died at the age of 74 due to cardiac arrest in 2019.

Jan-Michael Vincent (1944 - 2019) was married twice: (1) Bonnie Poorman (m 1968, d 1986), one daughter; (2) Joanne Robinson (m 1986, d 1998). He appeared in 54 movies from 1967 to 2003, and was nominated in 1971 for a best supporting actor Golden Globe Award for "Coming Home". He co-starred with Robert Mitchum in the Emmy-nominated 7-part TV mini-sseries "Winds of War". He co-starred with Ernest Borgnine in the TV series "Airwolf" from 1984-1986.
 
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I can't recall the frontal scene,maybe it was cut out for the cinema release?
It was in the scene when she finds all the monitors and realises he is filming everyone! It was shown in the cinemas in Australia