An update: Tonight is right for FIGHT!

There have been two fine American Classic Movies on the AMC tonight. Three, actually, but only the first(second) is on repeat play. Beverly Hills Cop, some van Damme kickboxing monstrosity, and some yet-weirder flick starring both Charles Bronson (as a streetfighter) and James um, damn James Coburn (as a streetmanager), yeah, from The President's Analyst. O God of all the movies I didn't need to see all high as hell at seventeen on the AMC before they had commercials. Because he was the psychohelper guy of the president but then he had to make like Mary on the little lam and have sex with a hippie twenty years his junior. Actually, that may have been my favorite sex scene on the screen ever, edging out the sheer predetermined fatalist hotness of Linda Hamilton in the 1st The Terminator by virtue of the number of would-of-been assassins counterassassinated while trying to assassinate the very same President's Analyst. While he humped the hippie chick and some dude sang about Changes that Keep Goin' 'Round. Plus, even with their clothes on, '60s chicks were hot. Definitely hotter than '70s or '50s or '30s chicks, and I don't know of any '20s or '40s actual sexscenes. I would be very much interested in learning of any that may be out there, since by all accounts there were hot chicks at those times.
   (It's still fun to say Would Of.)