Rated R for Say What?
"MPAA: Rated R for language and sexual content."
What sexual content? Hugs and kisses? Longing looks? Waking up in your boyfriend's bed? OH! I forgot! We did get to see his butt.
Here's yet another example of why American films are so saccharine. Our films are emasculated in pre-production, as Jack Valenti is wearing film-makers' bollocks for jewels in his crown - as King of the Right-Wing Censors.
You can't blame producers - they've got to turn handsome profits. The blame for our mostly inferior films rests solidly on the MPAA, which should be thumped like the Berlin Wall.
Here's looking at you, kid.