Anyone looking for an entertainment-packed movie with pulse-quickening, illicit sexual thrills would be better off bypassing the original literary works by English author of manners D.H. Lawrence and instead diving into the movie adaptations of his oeuvre, such as the solidly satisfying Lady Chatterley’s Lover (1981). Since Lawrence departed this earth before motion pictures had fully arrived, he could nigh have imagined his masterpiece of a rich, neglected wife taking to the sheets with her nelly husband’s hunky gatekeeper being brought to visual life replete with lingering looks upon nips, buns, and pubic wisps. If Lawrence had foreseen the brazen nudity to come, he might have blushed and been slightly less bold; so be grateful that the past’s ignorance of the future preserves the inspiration for today’s bliss. The best scene of nudity in the flick is probably at the 26-minute mark, when some Krisel-clear full-frontal action appears as Sylvia Kristel undresses before the Mirror, then fans the fur as she fantasizes about the gardener. It's truly a bush worth wanking over! If that's not enough to get your rocks off, you can see more of her nice tits and saturated snatch as she dances naked in the rain. It's a long-distance shot, but it's more than enough to help you grow a big girthy one in your pants. A few minutes later, Sylvia's left boob peeks out from behind her guy's arm as he cups its mate. It's more than enough teat to tug one out! You can't do much better than Lady Chatterley's Lover!