Sidney Sheldon is a writer of page-turners that ironically are hard to flip through because those pages end up getting so sticky they turn into a brick of pulpy semen. His bodice rippers are fine for the literary perv, but what of our more visually imbued brethren? They have the countless adaptations of his wanton works, such as Sidney Sheldon’s The Sands of Time (1992). This made-for-TV movie may be short on actual skin exposure, but it’s long on sexposure from hot properties such as Elizabeth Gracen. The stunning brunette looks sexy enough to build a sandcastle in our pants as she strips down to her black undies to mount her man.