Posts tagged with Misty Mundae

3-D Movies are mounting a comeback. Again. Be still, my bleeding eyes. Again.

At age 7, I stumbled upon the famous photograph of a movie theater audience staring up, enraptured, at Bwana Devil (1953) through paper eyeglasses with colored lenses.

Some nearby authority figure explained to me that those people were watching a 3-D movie, and those glasses enabled the images to jump right off the screen.

The immediate, flawlessly logical question I blurted out then was: “So why isn’t every movie in 3-D?” Nobody could explain it to me.

Seven was also the age when I happened up Pops McBeardo’s Playboy stashed in the bathroom hamper, so my unspoken query was: “And why isn’t Playboy in 3-D? And what about dirty movies?” The answers would come. As would I.

Softcore super-siren Andrea Davis has been hailed for having the largest, longest, and most lickably illustrious nipples in contemporary sexploitation. Now she’s gone and done something unthinkable and unspankable. Come joining us in mourning over not coming.

That’s Hollywood! was a late-'70s/early-’80s syndicated TV series doling out admirable half-hour cinema history lessons that were narrated by the dulcet tones of Mr. Tom Bosley. Before VCRs and instant access to more movie clips than anyone could possibly stand, this and Siskel and Ebert served as methadone to movie freaks between big-screen fixes. The show has become something of a minor cult item, and never moreso than in the instance of its episode dedicated to big cult movies.

The finest nudity-laden films of 2008 include two horror hits, and a comedy featuring the naked asshole, vagina, and pert little suck-sacks of Meg McCarville, who was Andrea Davis’s main competition in the realm of superhumanly succulent nipples, and who know has the crown all to herself. Congratulations to us. Click the nips for more.

Code Red DVD does right by the once-lost '80s teen sex classic Hot Moves!

L.A.'s UltraStar Studio plays host to art-damaged Third Reich ravishers!

IronBabe's Jackie Stevens steps in and strips down for Misty Mundae -- electrifyingly elongated-nipples-first!

And Return to Sleepaway Camp may herald a renaissance of weird, haunting, unsanitary sexual amusements from a quarter-century ago coming back to bite us in (the front of) the pants.

Click on Das Boobs for the (w)hole truth.

Throughout the Month of October, Count Down the Sexiest Nude Horror Movie Hotties of All Time!

Number 6: Misty Mundae

Any regular visitor of Mr Skin knows that we just can’t get enough of Misty Mundae.

Aside from Misty Mundae’s overall superhuman star-power and sharp wit and wonderful way of never hesitating to get naked (while always hesitating to shave her deliciously full-bloomed bush), the A-cupped B-movie skinstation supplied our first-ever Skinterview, and she’s since been the subject of countless reviews, feature stories, and even an appropriately unnerving column by McBeardo.

To look at Misty Mundae is to understand how she conquered the world of outlaw cinema so quickly and so thoroughly. That her most memorable roles have turned up (and on) in the realm of horror makes her a scream queen of the highest -- and hottest -- order.

Click the pic to learn more and see Misty Mundae nude.

Softcore wonder-waif Misty Mundae may have re-skin-vented herself as the relatively less often naked and lezzing-it-up scream-queen Erin Brown, but certainly she could never inflict existential angst upon Man Mountain McBeardo, could she?

Of course she can.

Look at her.

Look at him.

Cripes.

Dark Lord, have Mercy.

Click the pic to learn the (w)hole Misty Mundae naked truth.