Salma Hayek Blog and Journals

Anyone with a well-used Netflix membership can lament the fact that the movies just aren't what they used to be.

Back in the heyday of American film as an art form -- by most critical accounts, that would be the 1970s -- commercialism was fueled by creativity.

Movies were stamped with a director's vision.  Iconoclasts called the shots behind the cameras and in the boardrooms.  Tough realities were turned into gripping entertainments that enriched the mind and the soul while simultaneously whetting the appetite for popcorn.

And the most highly regarded actresses of the day made no bones about taking off their clothes onscreen.

Today's big-screen divas, with notable exceptions (think Maria Bello, Nicole Kidman and Helen Mirren), take it as a point of misplaced pride that they have enough clout to insist upon "nudity" clauses in their contracts.  The nudity clause would more accurately be called a "no-nudity" clause.

So it is something close to a miracle that Salma Hayek, winner of Mr. Skin.com's best nude scene of 2006 for her tantalizing appearance in the celluloid adaptation of John Fante's novel Ask the Dust, ever shucked out of her slip in the first place.

For the full list of Mr. Skin's top ten revealing moments in the past year's cinema, click here.