'Body Heat'

Let me shoot you straight about Kathleen Turner: She is one of the top three or five hottest pieces of ass I've ever, ever seen.

Body Heat is her first feature film. Her breakout. And, boy, did she ever break out. She's breathtaking and I could only imagine being a young man when the film came out.

With all that said, it's not a very good movie. It's the typical film noir, Postman Rings Twice scenario where the woman wants out of the relationship -- one she entered just for money -- and hoodwinks some handsome young buck to do the murdering of the husband, who may be a dick, but he has as much right to breath as the next guy. Except, it's Kathleen Turner. She would've been able to keep Adolf Hitler from murdering people.

The sucker this time is the uber-handsome, yet balding, William Hurt, who is apparently a magnificent lover and up to the point where he's arrested, the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Up until the whole jail thing. Hurt reminds me as much of a porn star as we can get in the legit Hollywood world. He just walks onto a set, kind of half-asses it and gets by thanks to his looks, animal magnetism and hot body. Think Ron Jeremy was too concern with his lines? Neither was Hurt.