A lot of this.
And this, which was marginally more interesting.
"Stoned," Stephen Woolley's bio-pic of Brian Jones of The Rolling Stones, was worth the buck I paid for it at the Douglas Library in North Canaan, Conn. I'm not sure it is worth the space to keep it on the shelf, though, and I'm not going to watch it again to find out.
Maybe to avoid lawsuits, the film treats the other Stones as bit players, which leaves Jones, flunky and villain Frank Thorogood, some other guy as the manager and a bunch of girls, in various states of undress.
Despite the abundant nekkidity, the film is curiously sterile. It's tedious. It's boring.
Maybe that's because addicts are, ultimately, boring.
One coil, for the 18 breasts.