This week on the Worst of Netflix, things try to get sexy and it all goes downhill from there:
Naked girls? Great. Naked girls with no cosmetic surgery? Even better. But I’ve never understood the appeal of the foxy boxing/catfight school of pornography, and believe me, I had a high-speed internet connection when I was 15: I gave it a fair shot. I like the fight scene in Kill Bill 2 as much as anybody, but the overt juxtaposition of sex and violence just doesn’t do it for me. You might as well put a bikini on a toaster. But at the same time, I had to see this thing, if only because of the Netflix user reviews, one of which was–and I am not making this up–just the word “lies” repeated thirty times.
The Worst of Netflix on Heavy.com: Because winners don’t use drugs.
“Parvati the Pit Bull”? As in Parvati Shallow of Survivor? Wow . . . while something like this wouldn’t take the pain away from her winning $1 million that she didn’t deserve to win in the first place (looooooong story), it does explain a lot about her.
Maybe if they’d had electro-shockers in the gloves it would have been more fun.
As a side note, I see you’re reading “The Gun Seller.” I quite enjoyed it; what do you think so far?
I’m still holding out for Chris Sims Naked Mud Wrestles America.
Not really related true fact: The founder of Perfect 10 magazine was recently (and might still be) dating Joan Rivers.
Sims, I know you mean well, and I know you’re a man of infinite taste and sagacity, but every time I look at that video cover I somehow forget everything you were talking about.
Sometimes it’s hard keeping abreast of the topic, I guess.
I think I saw clips of this on Wacked Out Sports.
I didn’t know that Irina Voronina was a St. Pauli Girl. I knew she was a Playmate and was on Saul of the Mole Men, but the beer girl angle escaped me.
I seem to recall seeing a Perfect 10 Model Boxing special on Showtime, but it was indoors, no model wore a bra over her outfit, the headgear was standard boxing headgear, and while the models were clothed while boxing, each model had a minute or so intro that was quite generous with pics from the magazine. There was even controversy when the judges blew a call and the crowd erupted in boos.
All in all, it was a lot more entertaining that this one sounds. And since I’m pretty sure I saw it before 2006, that would mean that someone at Perfect 10 made the conscious decision to ditch the nudity and focus on the boxing.
‘You might as well just put a bra on a toaster’ is my new favourite phrase
bikini, bra, same thing