With Magic Mike out at cinemas and The Casserole Club on a DVD hopefully nowhere near you, our minds here at Best For Film Towers have turned to mush from all of the thrusting and grinding that we have seen going on. We wondered what we could do to calm everyone down and so bring you the 10 WORST sex scenes and cringe worthy sex moments in cinema history. The Casserole Club happily does not feature. It could take up all 10 places all by its cringy, kinky self…Trust us.
With Magic Mike finally preparing to grace our eyeballs on this most hallowed Orange Wednesday, it only seems fitting that there should be a tribute to all those that came scantily-clad onto our screens before Channing Tatum and Co. – with no further foreplay, BFF presents our Top 10 Movie Strippers of All Time.
There’s a perfectly ordinary English sentence…
Film classification has come a long way since a Birth of a Nation was banned in several American cities in 1915. However, with recent decisions bringing censorship back into the spotlight, it begs the question of whether it’s still relevant or tenable in its current form.
How would you define ‘guilty pleasure’? Listening to ABBA? Stealing Pick’n’Mix? Cutting up orphans and dissolving them in an acid bath? Those are all valid examples of guilty pleasures, but now that Burlesque exists they only qualify thanks to the same sort of linguistic technicality which allows us to simultaneously describe both Ann Widdecombe and Natalie Portman as ‘people’. More addictive than crack and less than half as nutritious, Burlesque is a whole new filthy world of awesome.