As the trite cliché has it, a person’s entire life can flash before their eyes in the moment before they die. How much better--especially if you are a toned, taut, female temptress of a certain maturity and a definite heightened sexuality--to savor a long, leisurely review of past highlights from your erotically charged lifetime while you recline fully naked upon a vinyl-padded table and your yearning, inspiring flesh is kneaded and oiled by the strong, prodding hands of a relentless, deep-driving, hard-gripping masseuse? Such is the plot of Full Body Massage (1995). Don’t let the simple brilliance of the concept lull you into expectations of a mindless exercise in ogling. Full Body is a product of the iconoclastic and bursting imagination of maverick director Nicolas Roeg, and his patented technique of portentous, relentless, out-of-sequence flashbacks creates an episodic whole that is every bit as engrossing as the near continuous display of alluring female flesh.

Fast Forward to: (1:11) The greatest aspect of this film is that it doesn't matter what point of the movie you play. It's all Mimi Rogers all the time! However, this bombastic baby-oil breast basting is udderly devastating above all else.

Skinfo: This nudefest is awfully brainy, but it was still a step down for famed director Nicolas Roeg--one of the '70s hottest directors and still acclaimed for films like Don't Look Now (1973) and The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976).