"anita Ekberg"

Robert Taylor stars as a millionaire archeologist on the hunt for The Glass Sphinx, to be found in the tomb of an ancient pharaoh said to have lived for 200 years due to a magical elixir he was reported to have chugged regularly. On Taylor's ass are a bunch of inept Egyptian assassins that can't seem to get the job done. Lucky for them the old man is Mr-Magoo-like oblivious to the danger and just keeps on truckin. The only thing that can perforate his tunnel vision is new secretary Anita Ekberg who seems to have (grand)daddy issues as she unsubtly seduces Taylor by dropping the soap in the unisex desert shower area. Then there's Taylor's niece Jenny; entrusted with delivering the "eeelectronic probe" device to her uncle's dig she seems far more interested in playing footsie with every smarmy bloke that introduces himself - so it's not long before she's being throttled in her bed and someone's making off with the coveted piece of equipment. But don't worry, turns out they didn't really need it as they find the tomb pretty fucking quickly and then it's every man for himself in a bid to grab the loot and scarper before the pharaoh's curse kicks in.

Boccaccio'70 - by Federico Fellini, Mario Monicelli, Vittorio De Sica, Luchino Visconti (1962)

Four directors tell tales of Eros fit for a 1970s Decameron. Working-class lovers, Renzo and Luciana, marry but must hide it from her employer; plus, they need a room of their own. A billboard of Anita Ekberg provocatively selling milk gives a prudish crusader for public decency more than he can handle. The wife of a count whose escapades with call girls make the front page of the papers decides to work to prove her independence, but what is she qualified to do? A buxom carnival-booth manager who owes back taxes offers herself for one night in a lottery: a nerdy sacristan and a jealous cowboy make for a lovers' triangle. In each, women take charge, but not always happily.