Although her outspoken political beliefs ensure that she will never be conservative radio host Rush Limbaugh's favorite celebrity, odds are that in a blind touch test, actress Susan Sarandon's full, rich rack would rank in any worthy groper's all-time Bra of Fame. Susan today is a tit-stacked treat for those who appreciate a well-matured hang of hooters and finely aged piece of seat meat. Sarandon's bodacious bod in Twilight (1998) proves that age is no obstacle to artful arousal. For the sheer power of naïve, stoned lust, few epidermal debuts match the skintastic nudie gymnastics of budding Susan's flicking tips as a milky-white hippie chick in Joe (1970). It's the rare creature whose front-and-center features hold up for almost thirty years of big-screen scrutiny.
The Celluloid Closet (1996) - as Herself