There have been many beautiful film stars across the globe over the century or so of cinema history, so I can’t just single one out. I’m not saying that Monica Bellucci is the sexiest ever.
But I’m also not saying she isn’t.
In this film Mastroianni acts like he’s almost bored looking at Monica Bellucci’s body. Of course, that may just be Mastroianni’s acting, because he always kinda seems bored and wearied by life, only slightly bemused by the ironic futility of his own existence. At any rate, I’m not saying I could never get tired of looking at her. Given human nature, I guess it happens with almost every couple, not matter how perfect they seem. If I had looked at Monica naked every day, perhaps I would eventually have become jaded and blase. But I would surely have loved a chance to find out.