1972?- Hammer Films’ The Vampire Lovers - Ingrid Pitt as Carmella Karnstein romping about with her intended female victim, both topless. I was 10, my brother was 8.
My parents took us to the drive-in to watch the latest vampire movie, thinking the R was just due to the horror. Uh-uh! So they kept offering us money to go get snacks but just that once, we didn’t want snacks!
Just guessing here, can’t even pick a decade, but probably some National Geographic (or the like) documentary about Africa with all those “long-breasted” women. As for “full frontal” there was probably something before it but the image of Harvey Keitel’s shortcomings from The Piano is so etched in my mind that I can’t see him in anything without a flashback to that scene.
Let’s not even talk about the image Ned Beatty brings.
It was just recently that I was able to see Hedy Lamarr’s scenes in Ecstasy from the 30’s that created much stir. It was way too tame to be mentioned here. Oops, I did it.
My sister took me to see that. It’s the first time I saw onscreen nudity. Of course I was too young to think much of it, other than ‘Tee hee! They’re naked!’
The Pawnbroker, 1965. A hooker is trying to entice Rod Steiger into upping the amount he’d loan for some item by taking off her top (it didn’t work). I’d seen lots of boobage in purloined Playboys but this was the first pair I’d seen on the screen. In those pre-braless days I had no idea boobs moved like that.
Mine was the 1966 Hawaii, based on a different story line from the same James Michener novel, when I was too young to really appreciate it. (The first movie I remember being aroused by was You Only Live Twice. You know the scene I mean: Snip. Snip. Zzzzzip.) The first “real,” sexual nudity, as opposed to the innocent, faux-National Geographic nudity of Hawaii, would have been Catch-22, followed by The Last Picture Show.
What? No love for Mondo Cane? I stayed after whatever the feature was that day just to see the trailer for it again because it contained a split second of African lady boobs.
The earliest one I can remember is Bram Stoker’s Dracula. My mom let me see it because she thought it was “artistic”, which I exploited to watch numerous times.