IT DOESN’T SUCK: SHOWGIRLS
Here we have a wholehearted defense of SHOWGIRLS, director Paul Verhoeven’s notorious 1995 hymn to stripper life
Here we have a wholehearted defense of SHOWGIRLS, director Paul Verhoeven’s notorious 1995 hymn to stripper life
One of the freakier seventies porno features, a particularly odd and striking piece of cinematic dementia.
Here you’ll find a slew of wild, goofy, unpredictable and absolutely first rate reading.
THE MARTYR is easily one of the most wrenching and upsetting novels of any sort to emerge from a decade that saw more than its share of disturbing fiction.
Reading this delirious relic from the glory days of erotic fiction, it occurred to me that there exist very few fictional treatments of the horrors of castration. The only serious contenders I can think of are Jim Thompson’s THE NOTHING MAN and EAT THEM ALIVE by Pierce Nace, and MADAM SEX THIEF outdoes both in grossness and outrage.
LOVE SONG is part of the pornographic cycle penned by the famous sci-fi author Philip Jose Farmer, and easily the best of the bunch.
A graphic novel rendering of the notorious Lord Horror mythos that shows up most of today’s purveyors of “extreme horror” as the poseurs they are.
LORD HORROR was never reprinted after its initial run (a large portion of which was confiscated by British police), making this one of the rarest and most sought-after horror novels of all time, and the most famous entry in Savoy Books’ multi-media Lord Horror saga.
Those lucky few who’ve read Arlette Ryvers’ translation of JEANNE’S JOURNAL all seem to exhibit similarly awe-struck reactions, and having finally gotten around to experiencing this pervy masterwork myself, I fully understand the adulation.
It doesn’t exactly break new ground (naughty nuns are hardly a novelty in erotic fiction), and I’m not entirely sure the “classic” tag is appropriate, but HOUSE OF PAIN does nonetheless deserve credit for the very real sense of anguish that emanates from its pages.