In Jackal, I was suddenly viewing solid film evidence that females were willing and able to walk around, even slink around, without clothes.
Anything to cross that last tactile frontier.
She rises from the depths like the Venus of the San Fernando Valley—slicked hair glistening, water dripping from her smiling lipps, dark eyes glittering with libidinal mischief.
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One of the best star breast moments in film was the brief but pleasant exposure of Linda Fiorentino's in The Moderns.
Truthfully, as old age has caught up with her looks, she is nowhere to be found in the entertainment industry these days.