This ain't your grandfather's sex tape. Oh wait, actually it is. Before Pam Anderson and Paris Hilton, before Kim Kardashian and half-pint heartthrob Vern Troyer released intimate versions of their intimate releases, there was Angela Bedknobs and Broomsticks Lansbury, inviting you into her tub.
Depending on your level of kink, there's a certain arousing dignity to it all—the vague naughtiness of the undulating orange jumper, the erudite ease with which Lansbury lubes herself up while lecturing smartly about sex with the elderly, the frank, "we're all adults here" attitude.
Or not.