Jessica Lange is one of an exalted breed—an acclaimed dramatist who has spilled her boobs from the dawn of her career and continues to do so during every stage of her artistic maturation. Lange's lungs first popped up as a twenty-something skingénue in King Kong (1976); her skimpy costume and quivering chest make it easy to see why that big ape is so riled up. Practically one-quarter of a century and two Academy Awards later, the Roman orgy flick Titus (2000) was nearly retitled Tit-us in honor of the plenitude of breastitude fifty-plus Jessica blessed us with. Between those two eye-popping milestones are the scorching sex scenes with Jack Nicholson in The Postman Always Rings Twice (1981), the disturbingly intense nut-ward lust of Frances (1985), and an outdoor pee scene in Rob Roy (1995). Why do we have the feeling that Jessica is not done yet?