Jus stop. Cher. Sarandon. Pfeiffer. Any one of those woman in their halcyon days would be the object of every man’s desire, but when you combine all three and introduce a devilishly debonair playboy to the exponential power of three, these powerful women become no object at all, but rather an impervious force of supernatural witchery. Nicholson himself is a sexual icon of the 70s, and he brings such a charming bravado and confident swagger that it’s hard to predict what befalls him in the film. His sex appeal is overmatched by the trio of witchy women he beds, but it’s the power dynamics of who’s controlling who that pays off with a mordantly horrifying denouement. GET HERE While we wanted to give love to David Lynch’s MULHOLLAND DRIVE for its abject Sapphic sexiness, we feel BLUE VELVET is slightly more of a horror film. Besides, we needed a little psychosexual perversion to spice things up in this here bedroom anyway, right? Well, color me disturbed all you want, but the scene in which Dorothy (Isabella Rossellini) catches Jeffrey (Kyle MacLachlan) spying on her through her closet door as she undresses, only to completely turn the tables of control on him by verbally berating him, jabbing a knife in his face, and forcing him to strip nude so she can see him as he’s seen her. Then, in the middle, both get turned on by the perverted dynamic, and frankly, so do I every time I watch it. Sordid, taboo, titillating and downright sexy! GET HERE