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Watching Christina Ricci naked in movies was one of the things that made the first decade of the new millennium worth living. Indeed, when I think of the 00s, I think of nu metal, three quarter shorts, and Christina Ricci nude on the television screen – DVD if you were lucky; VHS otherwise. Anyone that has been following (and fapping to) her career knows that we have since been blessed with blu ray releases of even some of her earlier work, which meant enjoying the nudity in crisp high definition. I can tell you for free that teenage me would have probably died of bliss if someone told him that in a decade, all of his favorite nude scenes would start getting full HD releases. Of course, we’re at the stage now when full HD nudity is becoming the minimum acceptable standard and what is currently accepted as the impressive resolution is
Even so, this seems not to have distracted from the cornucopia of Christina Ricci nude scenes, which continue to carry legends of their own. In
Everyone knows all about the endless scenes in Black Snake Moan of Christina Ricci, sexy in a Confederate crop top and daisy dukes, or even just the crop top and a pair of stained white panties… or even just the white panties and a heavy metal chain. And there were nude scenes in that too. Oh good Lord, were there nude scenes in Black Snake Moan. But you see, the reason I thought that didn’t fit with her description in the interview is because in that movie, she is dressed in very skimpy, barely-there clothing for just about the entirety of the film, but she’s only actually naked for short bursts of it. So flip the calendar forward two years to 2009, and you have a very different movie that did not get quite as much fanfare. I’m of course once again talking about the psychological horror-thriller tittysploitation film that is After.Life.
After.Life starts with a Christina Ricci sex scene and the kind of gratuitous, in-your-face nudity in that pretty much sets the stage for the rest of it. Man, do we see a lot of Christina Ricci nude in it. More to the point, for the entire sort of middle-to-end part of the movie, her character just does not wear clothes. Like, she’s completely nude throughout the whole part of the film. That situation begins, almost fetishistically, with Liam Neeson’s funeral home mortician-person-serial er character cutting her flimsy red dress off with a pair of scissors while she lies on her back on a mortuary slab, exposing her naked body for a camera that does not attempt to hide much (other than her
