Myha’la, almost nude when revealing her nipples and underwear while wearing a see through lace dress to the 2026 Vanity Fair Oscar Party in Los Angeles on March 15th 2026!
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Myha’la, almost nude when revealing her nipples and underwear while wearing a see through lace dress to the 2026 Vanity Fair Oscar Party in Los Angeles on March 15th 2026!
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She’s been around for nearly 50 years with no nudity. This time she came sorta close.
Why didn’t I introduce the movie, as I usually do? Because it’s an embarassment to everyone associated with it. The name wasn’t familiar to me, and when I saw it was directed by the great Louis Malle, in between Atlantic City and Au Revoir Les Infants, I thought, “I wonder why I don’t remember it.” Then I saw that the cast included some top people like Donald Sutherland and Sean Penn, and I was even more curious. Finally, I read that this was to be John Belushi’s next film. So I had to watch it.
Oh, it’s bad. Not just mediocre, but unwatchable. It scores a perfect 0% on the Tomato Meter, as it richly deserves. (33% on the Popcorn Meter, 5.2 at IMDb)
Reduced to minding the counter at a crusty pawn shop, Weslake stumbles onto a scheme by some disgruntled misfit clients to rob the place. Rather than blow the whistle, however, he insinuates himself as the heist’s mastermind.
I don’t know why Louis Malle took on this project. I think it is supposed to be a comedy heist picture, so maybe he was trying to show that he could do comedy, but he just didn’t have the timing for it. It has zero energy, so Belushi would have helped, but it could have added Belushi, Jim Carrey, Robin Williams and Roger Fucking Rabbit, then given them all access to unlimited cocaine, and the thing still would have dragged.
But I admit that Christine Baranski is a lot sexier than I thought. So there’s that.
Chesty was famous for her Guinness Record Book entry as the film star with the largest natural chest. Her measurements were allegedly 73-26-36. Doris Wishman, one of the true masters of exploitation cinema, decided that Chesty should be a star, and featured her in these two cheap erotic films in 1974. They have identical IMDb scores of 3.9, which is probably fair, but so short-sighted.
The great Fellini was so impressed by Chesty’s … er … talents …that he cast her for a part in Casanova (1976). Her part was cut, but it lives on the internet.
Deadly Weapons
Double Agent 73
Double Agent 73 is online free (with ads) on Plex
Deadly Weapons is online free on YouTube (until YouTube realizes what it is!)
If you don’t know anything about Chesty, her fascinating life is very well chronicled in the series linked below (which is also available as a podcast). What a life she has lived! The hardships she overcame include the holocaust and the death of two husbands and a daughter. I didn’t download the podcast, but the written articles are absolutely first-rate. They include rare photographs, and an interview with Chesty herself (real name Ilana Wajc), who is still alive (age 88), and is now living in Southwest Florida.
The Trials of Chesty Morgan – The Ice Box Murders, Hitler, Burlesque and Me, Part 1
The Trials of Chesty Morgan – Doris Wishman, Fellini, The Law and Me, Part 2
French drama/thriller, in French and English
Migrant Nina takes a hotel job in the Maldives, but her island paradise turns nightmarish after an incident. Falsely accused, she must evade traps to escape her unjust life sentence.
Nasty scene , as she fights off a rape.
Defoe’s video is here
Or should I say GOOPS moment. She is not wearing much beneath that dress.
They tease the potential of nudity in scene after scene – four sex scenes in this episode alone – but they never deliver on the tease.
All the 4K videos are here. I didn’t follow my usual practice of sticking with the 1080hd videos because I thought the larger images might reveal some additional detail in these shadowy scenes. I was wrong, and they just aren’t worth your time.
A commenter noted that the woman next to Ethan Hawke seems to have a nip-slip at 02:10. I think that is his wife, Ryan.
What happened:
Paul Thomas Anderson’s “One Battle After Another,” which was nominated for 13 awards, dominated the show with six awards, including the grand prize. PTA also won as the best director.
Michael B. Jordan won his first Oscar for his dual role as twin brothers. I was happy to see that. I like him a lot more than I like Chalamet. Oh, hell, I like Stephen Miller more than I like that twerp Chalamet.
Spicoli won his award as the best supporting actor, but didn’t bother to show up. He is apparently overseas, fighting for some cause or another, doing something he thinks is more significant than picking up a trinket. I have guilty feelings about disliking this, because I know he is actually right. Award shows are merely swanky bullshit with arbitrary winners and losers. They distract us from genuine crises in the world. I know I should respect his willingness to walk the walk when others only talk the talk. After all, this is a guy who rents a boat and rescues flood victims. I should admire that. And yet I dislike the fact that he’s right, and I still think he’s a total douche.