Movie reviews in the San Francisco Chronicle often include advisories for unrated films. Usually these are along the lines of "Contains raw language" or "partial nudity". I wouldn't normally bother to read that sort of thing, but occasionally the writers have a bit of fun with them.

For example, in his recent review of That Man: Peter Berlin, Peter Hartlaub warns:

"Advisory: This film contains nudity, strong language and a pair of skintight white pants that are so transcendentally hot that you may hear angels sing every time they appear on screen. Straight or gay, this isn't a movie for people with preexisting heart conditions."