The Starship Troopers shower scene: The least sexy tit-shots in films

BOOBS are usually a quick, easy way to get eyes staring at screens, but these films treated them as though they are nothing more than anatomy: 

The pagan sex scene, Midsommar (2019)

Who knew sex with a young female Swedish pagan would be so unsexy? Perhaps it’s the naked old women standing around chanting. Perhaps it’s the film being overlong and predictable. Perhaps you were disappointed because Florence Pugh was on the poster. There’s always Oppenheimer, if you can face that slog.

The shower scene in Starship Troopers (1997)

Living in a militaristic fascist future dystopia is made more tolerable with mixed-sex showers frequented by Dina Meyer, the one who isn’t Denise Richards. However male masturbators had to surmount the challenge of Casper Van Dien’s admittedly shapely arse and Jake Busey’s freakishly large teeth.

The defibrillator scene in The Abyss (1989)

Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio’s topless, yes, but after drowning and while being resuscitated. The glimpse is brief, her torso’s convulsing from 1,000V jolts, and Ed Harris is begging her not to die in an utterly heart-wrenching way. Thanks Ed. You really ruined that scene.

Some bollocks in Barbarella (1968)

After a whole movie’s worth of teasing, you do get to see Jane Fonda’s right breast as she takes receipt of the Durand Durand detector. It’s honestly not worth explaining. By now you’ll be so ground down by this plotless cult classic you may as well be ogling Henry Fonda.

The ‘classy’ topless Vegas show, Showgirls (1995)

The topless Las Vegas extravaganza Elizabeth Berkley will do anything to be in is, frankly, shit. It’s all jerky, regimented, Janet Jackson-style dance moves reminiscent of car factory robots. If you find this erotic, save yourself the bother of deleting porn sites from your browsing history and just watch Nissan promotional videos.

Renton getting laid in Trainspotting (1996)

After a dry spell caused by his absorbing hobby of heroin, Ewan McGregor goes home with Kelly Macdonald. Half the audience had read the book and knew her character was still at school. The fairly explicit sex scene is thus an awkward watch, made less sexy by Renton later pointing out when nonces go to prison ‘they cut your balls off and flush them down the toilet’.

Breastfeeding a hare, Starve Acre (2023)

Atmospheric but slow Brit folk horror enlivened by Morfydd Clark (best known as Galadriel, in the unpopular Amazon Tolkien) breastfeeding a weird-looking wild hare possessed by an evil nature spirit. It’s undoubtedly the strangest scene featuring either breasts or the lepus species unless there’s a hardcore alternate cut of Watership Down.

The Smile, and six other solo projects you tried to convince yourself you liked

BEING into a band means you have a moral obligation to pretend to enjoy all associated solo work and never to admit it’s crap. Loyally play the following: 

The Smile

Radiohead haven’t released an album for eight years. Like a man desperately wanking over his ex’s Instagram, you’re reduced to telling yourself Jonny Greenwood’s film soundtracks are just as good. Thank heavens then, for Thom Yorke-fronted The Smile. Now you can pretend that the next OK Computer is coming and Cutouts is a grower.

The Voidz

The Strokes were the too-cool-for-school sharp-dressed drunken nihilists who got all the girls and smoked all the fags. Julian Casablancas’s spin-off band The Voidz, conversely, are revising for their GCSES a year early and spend lunchtimes in the IT department. You pretend their mature, experimental rock recaptures your exciting 20s, lying.

The Good, The Bad & The Queen

Despite the faux-cockney posturing, you loved Blur’s rousing anthems and mosh-pit energy. So didn’t really go for this Damon Albarn project of downbeat sketches of a wounded, fractured Britain. You told yourself it was evidence of his range as a songwriter, ignoring that spooky organ textures and dub bass are impossible to leap around playing air guitar to.

The Plastic Ono Band

Even the most ardent Beatles apologist draws the line somewhere, usually here. You may as well face that John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band represents a serious drop in songwriting quality from the guy who came up with Strawberry Fields Forever. ‘It’s a devastating outpouring of emotion and unprocessed pain,’ you say. Yeah. It f**king sounds like it.

The Last Shadow Puppets

‘Alex Turner? A genius who articulates the concerns of contemporary working-class youth like no other,’ you said in 2006. You could hardly retract your position when he came out as one more guitar-pop throwback wishing it was the 60s. You declared The Age of the Understatement to be another work of inventive brilliance, and never listen to it.

Beady Eye

You don’t have to be a pretentious wanker to wrongly place hope in solo projects. You can be a proper bloke who likes proper bands and still believe that Oasis minus their only good songwriter would work. There was a song called Beatles and Stones. However wank Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds were, they didn’t stoop to that.

Foo Fighters

It’s easy to forget that babymaker Dave Grohl played everything on the first Foo Fighters album, and it only evolved into a proper band because of idiots trying to fill the Nirvana-shaped hole in their life. You should be full of self-loathing for liking this monotonous dad rock and not in a Kurt Cobain way. Cobain was the voice of a generation; Foo Fighters are the voice of someone asking how to work the printer.