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Educating Elainia (2006)
Pure softcore
Without the sex and nudity, there literally is no film.
The most gratuitous scenes are the solo after-shower scenes, which don't even attempt to advance the plot.
Nearly as gratuitous is the scene where one woman walks into another woman's hotel room while she's asleep, nude, atop the covers. Since the sleeper is shown later wearing pajamas before bed, it's quite a stretch to call this anything but gratuitous. This is entirely avoidable: the filmmakers could have supported this scene with some plot to sell the reason for the nudity, or they could have done the character interaction while dressed later the next morning, or they could've done without this scene entirely. It's insupportable as anything but gratuitous titillation as-is.
The plot (such as it is) centers on a series of glamor nude photography sessions. These serve to stitch the sex scenes together into some sort of character development arc, just as in the title: "Educating Elainina."
That's it; there is nothing more to this film.
(Okay, there are a few exterior establishing shots where someone isn't preparing to be nude, actually being nude, or outright having sex. This probably amounts to about 30 total seconds of screen time.)
There is little dialogue, for which we may be thankful, because it's puerile and badly delivered. If you skip all the dialogue, you might not know why these people keep undressing and then having sex with each other, but satisfying that curiosity is probably not why you're watching this movie.
This movie would be forgettable if it wasn't for the beautiful outdoor photography, particularly that involving Crissy Moran, one of the most objectively beautiful nude models working at the time this film was shot: she was Twisty's Treat of the Month for April 2006.
And that brings us to the purpose for this movie: see Crissy Moran pretend to have a whole lot of sex, which is why it earns 6/10 stars, despite the movie's many weaknesses.
Bella (1980)
This is definitely Bella (1980), not Bella (1974)
I am writing this review solely to counter the speculations about the main actress being underage in lor_'s review.
This simply cannot be a movie from 1974 because there is a black 1979 Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham in one of the scenes. (About 10 minutes in, at the end of the first airport scene, as Dad's car is pulling away from the curb.) To prove this to yourself, put that car model into a Google Images search, then compare the distinctive tail light shape. Now modify the year backward, and you'll see that the rear end changes significantly in both 1978 and 1977. That's as far back as you can go since this line of Cadillacs was first offered in 1977.
Additionally, the license plate on that car would not have been assigned until 1979 or 1980 based on the three-letter code (ZDK). The ### AAA scheme was used from 1973 to 1980 in New York, but in 1974, they would have still been down near the low end of the alphabet. (Source: Wikipedia, "Vehicle registration plates of New York".)
I have been unable to find a birth-year for "Tracy Adams" as a distinct actress from the more famous "Tracey Adams," born in 1958. Lacking any info to the contrary, I'm going to assume things are on the level here.
Striptease (1996)
Nudity is not this movie's problem
This movie gets a lot of attention for being a mainstream film with an unusually high amount of nudity, yet nudity is the least notable aspect of the movie from a critical standpoint. With but a single exception, this movie's use of nudity is entirely appropriate to the subject matter: a strip club and its employees. Less nudity simply wouldn't make sense.
The lone exception is a scene where Ms. Moore's character practices a stage routine at home after a shower. It turns awkward the moment she pulls panties on under cover of the towel she has wrapped around her body. Why the sudden modesty? She's clearly alone, the blinds are closed, and her comportment in the rest of the scene shows that she feels entirely secure in her person. Why not either a) drop the towel and pull on the panties, or just leave the towel on through the rest of the scene and skip the flashes of buns and boobs? There is either too much nudity in this scene or not enough. The movie makers tried to strike a balance between unnecessary titillation and a desire to keep their MPAA R rating, at a toll to believability.
Contrast this with the backstage scenes, where the women re-dress shortly after coming off stage. We believe this. It's probably cold back there. They aren't going to hang around in their skin until it's time to go back on stage.
The real problem with this movie is that it is nearly incoherent in its presentation. The style jerks madly between scary, slapstick, and serious. I'm all in favor of nuanced movies that don't fit into neat categories, but this movie doesn't blend them, it just butts mismatched scenes up against each other.
It's clear that the movie's main character is not happy stripping for a living, but the sense we get from the movie is that this is because of the club's patrons, not from being nude, per se. One of the most telling scenes in the movie is when the main character's prepubescent daughter steals an illicit peek at her mother stripping and dancing on stage. When her mother learns of it, she is clearly upset by it, but why? Given the stage lights, all her daughter could have seen is the nudity, but it's clearly not nudity that's the problem here, only the audience's reaction to it. That leaves a huge hole in the social commentary this movie could be making, that the only problems needing to be fixed are the risks to the dancers.
In the end, I find myself completely unchanged in my opinions about nudity, stripping as a profession, or the sleaze accompanying it. As a sermon, this movie entirely fails, where it had the opportunity to break new social ground.
Then there are the scenes of violence mixed with comedy. It comes across not as black comedy, but as clowns stumbling drunkenly through a gang fight. It feels contrived, completely unrealistic. Violence and comedy can blend wonderfully: witness Quentin Tarantino's films. This film doesn't manage to pull that blend off at all.
In the end, I give this movie 3 out of 10 because this movie failed to either achieve untethered fantasy or grounded reality. The only scenes that felt real are the exotic dancing scenes. It's 2016: if I want to see beautiful women peeling to their skin, I don't need to plow through 2 hours of incoherence to get it.
I'm unlikely to watch this movie again.