Cinema in the Seventies was basically one long nude scene; it would be easier to list films without nudity than with.
Adjusted for inflation, it was a bigger hit than and Spider-Man: Homecoming, and about on par with or Inception.
Some scenes have so much dead air in them, it's as if you could imagine Jean Shepherd's Christmas Story narration playing over the silence.
It was the number one movie at the box office for eight straight weekends.
It didn't really work in that movie and it certainly doesn't work here, but you've got to admire Bob Clark for trying.
Why does this rank so high on the list? The big revelation for many men in the audience, though, was.
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The ultimate in cinematic 1980s gratuitous nudity is the magnetic disrobing of Miss Liberty.