And what did you do with your Friday night, maradydd?

So yoctohedron and I were down at the Roxie this evening for the first midnight (ok, 11:30) movie of this year's Another Hole in the Head horror film festival. Tonight's cinematic thrill (ahem) consisted of Beast, a 1974 French film billed as a "sexploitation monster movie". I stand before you tonight, faithful readers, to testify that truth in advertising does, indeed, still exist.

As a teaser, I give you the following (monster-free) excerpt, complete with running commentary from yours truly:

GIRL ON-SCREEN: *traipses into bathroom wearing filmy negligee, drinks from faucet, conveniently spills water down front of nightie, traipses to bed with much-more-visible nipplage*
maradydd: "Dear Mr. Director: Could you possibly make this movie any more gratuitous? Yours truly, The Audience."
GIRL ON-SCREEN: *begins caressing own breasts, picks up conveniently placed rose, runs hands down negligee and sends rose exploring where no ornamental foliage has gone before*
maradydd: "Dear Audience: Yes. Love, The Director."