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Nevada Heat (Matt Cimber, 1982)
A clash of styles if I've ever seen one–and believe me, I have seen some doozies over the years–Nevada Heat (a.k.a. Fake-Out) pits the flamboyant gayness of Bob Mackie ("the sultan of sequins, the...
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Massacre in Dinosaur Valley (Michele Massimo Tarantini, 1985)
As I sit down to type words pertaining to my impromptu screening of Massacre in Dinosaur Valley, the Brazil-set jungle adventure film directed by an Italian, Michele Massimo Tarantini of Women in Fury...
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Ninja III: The Domination (Sam Firstenberg, 1984)
What would you say is the best way to impress a white person in tan slacks? Oh, man, that's a tough one. Judging by the easily entertained rabble who attend NBA games on a regular basis, the forcible...
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Skinner (Ivan Nagy, 1993)
If the sight of Ted Raimi, brother of Drag Me to Hell director Sam Raimi, running around a vacant lot to industrial music wearing the skin of another man wasn't messed up enough. The makes of Skinner,...
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Satan Was a Lady (Doris Wishman, 1975)
If you don't think the sight of an exceedingly voluptuous Annie Sprinkle getting a glass of water for her sister's fiance is the height of drama, then you might want to think twice about watching Satan...
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Come With Me My Love (Doris Wishman, 1976)
I didn't know guys with hairy taints performed cunnilingus in 1925. But according to Come With Me My Love (a.k.a. The Haunted Pussy), it was being dolled out like copious amounts of cotton candy. Which...
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Naked Killer (Clarence Ford, 1992)
If you don't have a fetish for women's gloves. May I ask, why the hell not? Seriously, what's wrong with you? They're gloves. What's not to like? I tell you what, I'm going to leave the room for a...
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Red to Kill (Billy Tang, 1994)
If you mess with Ming-Ming, Yum-Yum will fuck-fuck your shit up. I'll admit, when I first came up with that line, I was beaming with pride. Poking gentle, non-racist fun at the repetitive nature of the...
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Flesh Eating Mothers (James Aviles Martin, 1988)
I'm kicking myself. And, no, not because I just spent the last twenty or so years languishing in a pathetic state of having not seen Flesh Eating Mothers, but because I just spent the last twenty or so...
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Island of Death (Nico Mastorakis, 1977)
A kindly British couple on holiday on the Greek island of Mykonos find themselves at the mercy of deranged painters, adulterous landlady's, flamboyant gays, heroin-addicted lesbian bartenders,...
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Breeders (Tim Kincaid, 1986)
Do virgins wear leopard-print skirts? Do virgins snort cocaine? Do virgins look like LeeAnne Baker? Breaking down the stereotypes of what constitutes a virgin in today's lackadaisical labiascape,...
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The Frightened Woman (Piero Schivazappa, 1969)
Isn't it funny how some people in 1960s seemed to be living in the future, while most people today seem to be living in the past? Well, at least I thought it was funny. Of course, not in a ha-ha sort...
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A Woman's Torment (Roberta Findlay, 1977)
We all have racially ambiguous, mentally unstable women in our lives. They live in our attics, they blather incoherently in our parks, and they teach our children to read. It's a testament to our...
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The Tiffany Minx (Roberta Findlay, 1981)
Sex, money, rape, and murder all coalesce into one mighty fine stew in...The Tiffany Minx, Roberta Findlay's logical follow up to A Woman's Torment. Wait a second, follow up?!? Wasn't A Woman's...
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Over-sexed Rugsuckers from Mars (Michael Paul Girard, 1989)
We all have one, lurking somewhere in the back of a rarely opened closet. Waiting patiently to be used, but not in the way you'd think. Your average vacuum cleaner has one thing, and one thing only on...
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Drainiac! (Brett Piper, 2000)
As I'm sure most of you know, safe and clean drinking water and sanitation has been recently declared a human right. Really? That's not even close to being fascinating. Excuse me? Don't you think every...
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Deadbeat at Dawn (Jim Van Bebber, 1988)
When you think of the all great synth flourishes that have occurred throughout the history of modern cinema, the sight of Gene Davis stalking the rooftops of Los Angeles in 10 to Midnight and Joe...
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Party Girl (Daisy von Scherler Mayer, 1995)
It should go without saying, but Parker Posey can come over and reorganize my record collection any time she wants. You call two lousy milk crates a collection? Are you making fun of my records? Not...
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Countess Perverse (Jess Franco, 1974)
I've been known for going on these long tangents about a certain fleshy appendage, especially when they appear in the cinematic works of Jess Franco. If the exaggerated language that is typically used...
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Fingered (Richard Kern, 1986)
Always encased in the tightest fishnets money can buy (though, truth be told, I sincerely hope she shoplifts them), the supple legs attached to the torso belonging to the irascible Lydia Lunch (Vortex)...
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