I'm gonna get a lotta guff for this
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, "
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.
** They were the female equivalent of my really really small dick.***
*** Is a footnote of a footnote allowed?