The British may pride themselves on being staid and stoic and stiff of upper lip, but their national character is also shot through with an appreciation of and predilection for over-the-top comedy heavy on leering sexual hijinks, as exemplified by the escalating intellectual absurdity and lowbrow libido laughs of I’ll Never Forget What’s ’is Name (1967). An advertising executive cracks up one morning, … Become a Mr Skin Member and get the full review
breasts Synopsis: Marianne ditches her bra to take a bath, supplying a lightning-quick peek at her left teat-tip as Oliver Reed tries to negotiate his way inside. (50 seconds)