Some things just naturally enhance one another,
like milk + cookies, sex + violence, and director Paul Verhoeven
+ a subject matter and theme that call for graphic depictions
of brutal human selfishness coupled with explicit and extensive
scenes of unbridled nudity. Long before Verhoeven gave the gape-jawed
world the sexual and gender-war pyrotechnics of Basic Instinct
(1992) and Showgirls (1995), he had already mastered the mixture
of mayhem and titillation, as displayed to shudderingly satisfying
effect in Flesh + Blood (1985). Set in plague-ridden medieval
times and following the exploits of a fierce leader of bloody
mercenaries who has been betrayed by his king, Flesh + Blood brings
to vivid life an era of carnal brutality where rape and murder
are casual acts and the sweet innocent, as portrayed by Jennifer
Jason Leigh at film's beginning, is soon strutting fully nude,
leering and insanely lascivious.
Fast Forward to: (0:11) Pale brunette breath taker
Blanca Marsillach gives thumping flashes of fur and fury as she
flips and flops in a full-frontal fit and is tied to a bed to
calm her freak out.
Skinfo: Ever want to see Bart Simpson's boobies?
The lungs of Bart's voice are riding high upon the chest of alfresco
frolicking blonde Nancy Cartwright, and they're bobbling at about
the twenty-nine-minute mark of Flesh + Blood.