It's a Stephen Poliakoff play, Rich and if I were to post that still here, or anywhere else on t'interweb with the exception of a certain Rover 800 forum, then I'd be in trouble!
However, describing the action may be ok so here goes:
Anna Friel plays one of a group of squatters who live in a big old warehouse - that
warehouse, before I get that pulled too - and a property developer played by Eddie Shoestring, a.k.a. Middle English luvvie Trevor Eve has purchased the building with a view to turning it into luxurious apartments. Maybe it was office space? Frankly I don't care.
Friel spends much of the play cavorting about in the nip and in that one scene in particular, focussing on the group's "free love" ethos, she - dressed only in a T-shirt that's about six inches too short - rests her left knee on the side of a bed then sloooowly lifts the right leg up and over some bloke who's already lying there in a state of, erm, "readiness". Yep, you guessed it; he's just boiled the kettle.
As she swings the leg across the guy's nekkit torso, the audience is shown evidence that Ms Friel's.... how to put it without causing offence now....

Got it! Evidence that Friel's hair has a body-wide coordinated thing happening.
Only trouble is that, in the Director's cut as seen on the laser disc version (remember those? I'll sell you my player for a mere £12,000 along with the disc

), the scene has that leg lingering just a while too long in mid air which should suit trainee nurses.
Now I ask you; what's more likely to cause
genuine offence to people other than those who moan about stuff as a hobby: A throwaway, possibly ill-judged remark from a professional journalist or the sight of the lovely Ms Friel's private areas being dangled about in close-up?
