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A while back I found myself thinking about the weird what? Metaphysical? Fantasy relationship? That US non-Catholics have with Nuns. And have had during most of my life. The television series, The Flying Nun [which I promise I never sat through a single episode of and therefore can’t testify as to how lousy it must have been] was only one example.
Of course there was Two Mules for Sister Sara. A Clint Eastwood flick as I recall, with Shirley MacLaine as the nun. Not a bad movie, and I do remember noting for future thought the male/female tensions throughout and wondering why.
The setting’s one not often used: the French invasion and occupation of Mexico during the US Civil War.
Heaven Knows Mr. Allison, with Robert Mitchum as a WWII US Marine Corps corporal and Deborah Kerr, a nun. Stranded together on an island in the South Pacific behind Japanese lines. Mitchum, at least, comes out and tells it as it is.
Considering the potential, The Sinful Nuns of Saint Valentine is a surprisingly sorry example of the phenomenon. Heck, they picked a time when the Inquisition was rolling along full steam, picked a passle of nuns in a convent, but they just never managed to get the male juices flowing the way Clint’s and Robert’s US Marine and Civil War veteran juices flowed when placed in close proximity with those sexy ladies.
But then, of course, there’s the expected decline you’d probably expect that comes from being in a different century. Nude Nuns with Big Guns was probably inevitable. If we didn’t know it we should have.
After all, we’re living in a world where Rap music has been around 35 years. People who listen to Rap are listening to the same music their dads and granddads listened to, and liking it.
Nude Nuns with Big Guns can’t hold a candle to that piece of trivia.
Wonder how old Sally Field is faring these days. I’d surely like to see her step into the 21st Century with a leading role in Nude Nuns with Big Guns.