Thursday, February 03, 2005
|A literate look at the most unforgettable breasts in movie history
She rises from the depths like the Venus of the San Fernando Valley—slicked hair glistening, water dripping from her smiling lips, dark eyes glittering with libidinal mischief. Then—in a scene that will forever grant an otherwise incomprehensible erotic aura to the Cars—the new-wave chestnut “Moving in Stereo” kicks in as Phoebe Cates begins her slo-mo poolside strut. And boy, do they move in stereo, those pert, secondary sexual characteristics of teenage Phoebe Cates, as—in one breathtaking gesture—she frees her frisky buds from their front-fastening red bikini top to quiver in the balletic perfection of Judge Reinhold’s furtive spank dream.
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