Maurice Russell, a septuagenarian actor facing the end of his career and life, gazes raptly at the present that fate has given him: the company of a sullen but strangely desirable teenage girl. At first, his appraising looks give her the creeps, but something about his courtliness piques her curiosity—not to mention her vanity. This is a man who says something about comparing her to a summer's day. She is intrigued to learn that during his most recent hospital stay, he passed the time thinking about her body. Which parts, she asks? "Your hair," Maurice murmurs, "your legs, your behind, your eyes...your elbows." Then he adds, in a succulent near-sigh of erotic... More >>>
Fortunately for Venus, Peter O'Toole couldn't play a cutely neutered grumpy old man if commanded by God.