First exposed to North America via the Matrix movies, every time I see Italian beauty Monica Bellucci I can’t help but think of that scene in Fellini’s Amarcord when the little boy is face-to-chest with a fat topless woman who essentially fulfills his wet-dream. There’s something maternal about Bellucci but something so seemingly pristine, perfect like a sculpture by Michelangelo. Did I really just say that? She just has great breasts and a face to back them up. [...]