“Snuff” is such a great example of exploitation film making: taking a Findlay film and tacking on footage that’s clearly faked, generating outrage and making a fortune off it.
“Snuff” is such a great example of exploitation film making: taking a Findlay film and tacking on footage that’s clearly faked, generating outrage and making a fortune off it.
Believe me, it’s not that disturbing. I was one of those suckers who saw that trailer and later rented it from the greatest video store on earth that was basically the anti-blockbuster.
Sacrilege! You can’t get tru toan without a butterscotch tele or vintage 57 Gibbons!
Why, both! She has the table manners and anti-Semitic rantings of a young Goebbels...
Because true toan only comes from a butterscotch telecaster you visigoth.
This. All day. And of course he’s a Mars Volta fucking fan.
I’d have up-voted you if you’d mentioned Johnny LaRue and a crane shot.
Says you. My real name is Frank fucking Stallone.
He is SO good in that film...one of the few times I’ve read a book and then seen an actor fully portray how I visualized the character.
Is that you, Dave from Newsradio?
Sidney Sheldon, Harold Robbins, Arthur Hailey, James Michener...
Same here. That and Carnival of Souls really freaked me out as a little kid. Chicago had the original Svengoolie, right? You guys had some cool “regional” TV back in those days.
Eh, that only works for Vidal to me...although one of Capote’s “Swans” would work I guess.
Dead on. It’s the reason I find myself watching the fucking Love Boat...or at least the first minute when you get to see the guest stars.
Take my begrudging up-vote, damn you.
See, now I want a world where Herschel Gordon Lewis got to make HIS gore version of this. The budget would be even less than an episode of the show.
I’ll take the Toxic Avenger any day over almost any “gross or offensive” humor in a film, lazy or not.
Gary Cole is SO perfect as Mr. Brady. No shit, he deserves way more recognition for just how good he is in that role.
No idea why, but seeing these makes me long for my old “Classics Illustrated” collection from when I was a kid