Girls in
One Million Years B.C. (1966)

Anna Friel Gets Near-Nude in Prehistoric Comedy

No one at Skin Central was expecting to see a naked Anna Friel in Will Ferrell’s new retro time travel science fiction comedy flick Land of the Lost. So it was a surprise when one of our tireless skin scouts sent in a report about the state of the starlet’s wardrobe in the movie, due out June 5th.

Our trusty scout reports:

I didn't bother timing this, but your eyes will be taking a routine expedition down Anna Friel's t-shirt as the Irish explorer shows off her cleavage in a skimpy t-shirt throughout LAND OF THE LOST. She also adapts to her new environment by losing most of her pants while changing them into short shorts. You can't blame chimp-boy Chaka for keeping a monkey grip on Anna's anatomy for most of the film. The end also provides us a look at the lovely ladies of Chaka's tribe, who resemble hot hippie girls in need of a haircut, since their long dark tresses cover their breasts.

Read more about the naked babes of Land of the Lost after the jump.

The opening tomorrow of Roland Emmerich's adventure flick 10,000 B.C., starring the still yet-to-be-nude brunette babe Camilla Belle, puts me in mind of a similar movie whose incredibly hot female star NEVER got naked on camera. I'm thinking of one of the top actresses we've always wanted to see naked, Raquel Welch, and the 1966 Hammer Films production One Million Years B.C.. I can only hope that Camilla's involvement in this prehistoric effort doesn't mean that history is going to repeat itself and Ms. Belle is going to follow Raquel down the long, lonely road that is a non-nude career. What's a cave girl without her girl-cave? What's the Ice Age without a couple of chest glaciers? What's prehistory without a few posteriors? 10,000 B.C. doesn't have to mean "ten thousand breasts clothed." Come on Camilla, uncover those cans!

Do you know of cartoonist Joe Matt? You should if you're a fan of Mr. Skin. Like Mr. Skin, Matt fast-forwards to the good parts. He has thousands of hours of edited porn tapes, a visual encyclopedia of what turns him on, and he shares this obsession.

Wherever men of ideas and action gather to exchange theories and compare experiences, the talk invariably comes around to praising those few accomplished gentlemen among us who have wallowed in the physical delights of a mother and her daughter. The notion of gaining access to the most intimate, moistest recesses of two women, one of whom has squirmed from the womb of the other, is too much for a meek-willed male to contemplate without swooning. It's a hale and brave fellow who embraces the reality of copulating with two successive generations of directly descending females.