Killing Streets (1991)

Every kiss-ass movie needs to bare some ass too. It’s the law. And Killing Streets (1981) toes the lustful line. It’s a story about a kidnapped marine in Lebanon and his twin brother’s attempts to take matters into his own hands and save the day. Not only does this provide an actor with the challenge of dual roles, but with all those terrorists and guns it takes a bit of filmdom creativity to get an ingénue nude. The screenwriter deals with this very early in the movie, the first scene in fact, where Jennifer Runyon flashes her Damons. It’s a dark and brief scene but manages to comply with the Ten Commandants of Skin.