Xchange (2000) is a very smart little Canadian Sci-Fi thriller. It is set in the not too distant future, where we have become a two class society. We have the "corpies," or corporate exeutives, who are rich, vain, and enjoy all of the privileges of wealth, and the rest of the people who work their tails off merely to get by. We also have a unique new method of travel, known as floating, where two people can exchange bodies, even at long distance. This is done by the Xchange company, who has a monopoly. They have also invented a clone that can survive up to a week with a real person inside. These are used primarily for cheap labor.

There are an entire set of anti-corpie terrorists. Our hero, Toffler (actually played by three people) is a high ranking corpie who is forced to flat to get from New York to San Francisco in two hours. His ex girlfriend, Pascale Bussières is a reporter highly critical of the corpies. When he tries to return to New York, he learns that someone has stolen his body. Once more, the owner of the body he has needs it back, so he is temporarily stored in a clone. He has 5 days to live as a clone, after which he either gets back to his own body or is dead. HE returns to New York against the wishes of Xchange to look for his body. He ends up in the middle of a high stakes game of corporate politics, greed and terrorism.

Watch for the corporate self-protection kit, and the anti-person self-targeting missiles. I completely enjoyed this film. Nothing seemed especially ground-breaking, but it had just enough sci-fi to earn a place in that genre, and was a very good thriller. It also had lots of breast exposure and simulated sex from Pascale Bussières, Janet Kidder, Lisa Bronwyn Moore and Amy Sloan. IMDB readers have it way too low at 5.7/10. Apollo says 6.4. It is especially good for a straight to video. I give it a B-.

 I'll combine my info page with Tuna's tomorrow for Threesome. I thought it was a fairly good flick, much better than I expected. Anyway, you can wait for the reading material, here's the important stuff:

•  Lara Flynn Boyle (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

It appears that those Jennifer Jason Leigh pictures from yesterday are well, not fakes exactly, but may not be Jennifer Jason Leigh. Junior and I both thought the body was wrong, but they came from a legitimate printed source that claimed they were Jennifer. In our e-mail and on the discussion boards, most people feel the pictures are not JJL. Some still argue that they are she. We don't know.

Charlie's site is updated

Here's a new discussion board, just started on Yahoo, called "Nude Scenes". The reason I'm giving you the link so soon is that the moderator has already posted two interesting lists to get you started. Top 100 Nude Scenes of all Time, Top 100 Nude scenes of the past two decades. I'm sure he'd love to hear from you with agreement, disagreement or input.

"Bleeders" (1997)

A horror film starring Rutger Hauer. Much nudity is shown by these three actresses in their feature debuts: Kristin Lehman (actually her feature debut in a lead role), Gillian Ferrabee, and Janine Theriault.

The real question is this...who makes better movies, Dolly or Julia? My first thought was Julia. Why? Well we know that anything staring Julia Parton pretty much guarantees that there will be plenty of nudity. So when the writing, directing, and acting suck, at least we'll get to see some skin. But now that I think about it, Dolly has made a classic or two in her day...after all, the art of filmmaking just doesn't get any better "Rhinestone"!

20) The cucumber has left the salad.
19) I can see the gun of Navarone.
18) Someone tore down the wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out.
17) You've got Windows in your laptop.
16) Sailor Ned's trying to take a little shore leave.
15) Your soldier ain't so unknown now.
14) Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bell.
13) Paging Mr. Johnson... Paging Mr. Johnson...
12) You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
11) Your pod bay door is open, Hal.
10) Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!
9) Mini Me is making a break for the escape pod.
8) Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!
7) The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
6) Dr. Kimble has escaped!
5) You've got your fly set for "Monica" instead of "Hillary."
4) Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction...
3) You've got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2) I'm talking about Shaft, can you dig

AND THE NUMBER ONE WAY TO TELL SOMEONE THEIR FLY IS UNZIPPED...

1) I thought you were crazy; now I see your nuts.

From Number 6...

The big-game hunter walked into the bar and bragged to everyone about his skills as a hunter. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one could dispute that. But then he said that he could recognize any animal's skin by feeling it, and he could tell what caliber rifle was used to shoot it by locating the bullet hole. This was a bit too much for the other customers, and soon a heated argument started. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks, and the bet was on.

They blindfolded him and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced, "Springbok". Then he felt for the bullet hole and declared, "And it was shot with a .22 rifle". He was right! The others could not believe it and the argument was even hotter than before.

When someone suggested that he must have peeped, he said that he was prepared to do it again for another round. So they blindfolded him again, very thoroughly this time, and they brought a skin that someone happened to have in the trunk of his car. He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Kalahari Lion". Fingering the bullet hole, he added, "The rifle was a .308". He was right again!

This only made the crowd more curious, and he had to prove his skills over and over again, every time winning a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home, bombed out of his mind, and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a shiner. So he said to his wife, "Listen, I know I was drunk last night, but not too drunk to know that I didn't get into a fight. So where did I get this black eye"?

His wife replied angrily, "From me!"

"What did I do?." he asked.

She replied, "You got into bed and put your hand inside my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and announced, 'Skunk, killed with an ax!'"