Here, for a change of pace, she plays an unsure and not particularly bright fox who takes her clothes a lot. And it's right about here that a voice makes itself heard from Penny's nether regions, criticizing Ted's performance with ascerbic wit. Penny, distraught, tries to hush it, but Ted takes umbrage and leaves. Nothing like starting things with a bang, I always say. I really appreciate the local color.
Penny goes to work, where further hijinks ensue, especially with an obviously lesbian client.
It's movies like this that make you realize how much things have changed in Hollywood in 25 years. That, and the opportunity to see Candice Rialson's breasts more often than you ever thought possible. But even then, you've got a nice pair of breasts surrounded by, well, the '70's. It's not a pleasant combination. Granted, there are much worse offenses to human culture to come out of the '70's, but that's like saying that Mussolini was nowhere near as nasty as Hitler.