There’s bad, and then there’s bad. Once upon a time there was a film called The Room. Auteur/melted candle lookalike Tommy Wiseau wrote/directed/produced/acted in a melodrama that was meant to end in a crescendo of tragedy, but instead had audiences howling with laughter.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reality TV it’s that sex sells. Sex sells in general really, but watch anything from Big Brother to any of the ‘…Shore‘ series and the question is always when two people are going to just have sex and get it over with.
Let’s talk CV’s.
I’m in the midst of reworking my CV and in doing so I thought again of this, somewhat famous video.
Oh we’re in for a treat.
Russ Meyer gained the name ‘King of the Nudies’, and not for nothing. Though he was most famously known for what was called ‘Sexploitation’, the satire and feminist streak inherent in his films often went unnoticed by people looking for a fun time. Of course that was there in abundance too, but with a sly sense of humour and a nod towards upending conservative values, his films often transcended the genre.
When someone says utters something about a classic from the 80’s, it’s invariable that they’ll be referring to Gremlins, or Back To The Future or even The Goonies (The latter is only really applicable if you like films where the lead characters all shout their lines). For me though that list stretched way beyond that and into the films of one Larry Cohen.
When Broadcasts go wrong…