But The Skulls is composed exclusively of rich white guys and run by politicians, so inevitably McNamara soon discovers the organization is a corrupt, murderous cabal and sets out to free himself from the society's clutches with the help of his hot girlfriend (Popular's Leslie Bibb) and a silver-haired Southern sentator with a velvet voice played by William Petersen; easily the best part of The Skulls. He's so good, in fact, that he somehow makes the impossibly corny final line in the movie my absolute favorite, delivered so overearnestly it would make his perpetually sunglassed CSI counterpart David Caruso blush:
What's it Like 10 years Later?
IT'S AMERICAN PIE MEETS THE FIRM
I was 14 when 1999's American Pie arrived in theaters. God knows how I got past the ushers upholding the movies' hard R-rating (there was an entire library of cons we minors used to get into the Screams and Wild Things and South Park that every junior high schooler needed to see to remain socially relevant), but I vividly remember slipping into a Newburgh Hoyts and watching wide-eyed and slack-jawed by all the sexual escapades that the filmmakers precisely designed to widen the eyes and slacken the jaws of mid-pubescent teens like myself.
Today, the Internet has made this experience of relying on R-rated films for sex and nudity seem quaint. But back in the late 20th Century, household Internet was undergoing its own puberty. America Online provided some neighborhood kids with primitive access to the X-rated offramps of the information superhighway, but for most of us the only sources of female nudity back then were late-night Cinemax and moldy Penthouse editions stashed under porches. So American Pie, with its voyeuristic shots of Shannon Elizabeth's bare chest, arrived like a rare conjugal visit to my hormonal prison.