I don’t have the same overarching esteem for Roger Ebert that many folks do, but I recently had a bit of his review of Black Lightning brought to my attention that I got a kick out of:
I am happy to say it brings back an element sadly missing in recent movies, gratuitous nudity. Sexy women would “happen” to be topless in the 1970s movies for no better reason than that everyone agreed, including themselves, that their breasts were a genuine pleasure to regard — the most beautiful naturally occurring shapes in nature, I believe. Now we see breasts only in serious films, for expressing reasons. There’s been such a comeback for the strategically positioned bed sheet, you’d think we were back in the 1950s.
Preach it, Brother Roger.
Under An Outlaw Moon 
Holy tits!
Pope Benedict would not approve of that dress code (at least, not in public).
It’s been ages since I left Catholicism, but I’d go back to Mass if all nuns were like that.
It would certainly get me to give the church further attention.