Posts tagged with 1970s

Casting Questions Loom Large.

Variety is reporting that ABC is close to giving a pilot order to a remake of the classic TV series Charlie’s Angels, whose braless starlets earned the show the moniker of “Jiggle TV.”

There have been several attempts over the last three decades to revive the show, which featured '70s sex symbols Kate Jackson, Jaclyn Smith, Cheryl Ladd, Shelley Hack, Tanya Roberts, and Farrah Fawcett naked (or almost) in tight jeans and tighter t-shirts.

The most successful has been the 2000 film version and its 2003 sequel, Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, starring with Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, and Lucy Liu as three of the sexiest secret agents this side of Diana Rigg.

Now that it looks like ABC is going to green-light this new series in the wake of the sci-fi reboot V’s enormous success, it’s time to start casting some heavenly bodies.

Read a few of my suggestions after the jump.

It’s the Case of the Naked Knockers.

Those who grew up in the '70s and '80s remember the never-too-shy-to-get-naked Pamela Sue Martin from her roles in The Poseidon Adventure, Dynasty, and, of course, as Nancy Drew in The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries from 1977-1978.

The younger generation may have spotted Pamela in episodes of That '70s Show and The L Word.

In 1978 she did a pictorial for Playboy called “Nancy Drew Undraped,” and the next year she undraped herself again alongside porn icon Kitten Natividad in The Lady in Red.

But just like in some spellbinding Nancy Drew mystery, a new clue has been unearthed!

Read more after the jump.

By Count Rackula

Matthew Kaufman is one of the directors of the new documentary American Swing, available on DVD April 14, which tells the story of New York City’s infamous swingers’ club Plato’s Retreat.

Open from 1977 to 1985, the club was frequented by celebrities like Buck Henry and Mario Van Peebles and featured a buffet, disco, sauna, and a mattress room filled with people having anonymous sex.

The film takes a naked look at the storied establishment and includes interviews with former patrons and lots of behind-the-scenes footage. Matthew recently discussed the film in a phone interview.

Read more after the jump.

A Tender Moment

“A new star graces that firmament we can’t quite reach,” porn star Georgina Spelvin wrote in response to the news of her friend, 56-year-old porn legend Marilyn Chambers, nude in dozens of movies, who died Easter Sunday.

It takes a special kind of lady to make a box of soap dirty. And that lady was the one and only Golden Age porn star Marilyn Chambers, formerly the face of Ivory Soap and later the star of the X-rated classic Behind the Green Door and David Cronenberg’s fright flick Rabid.

When the wholesome, spokesmodel-esque Marilyn walked into the audition for the 1972 flesh-flick Behind the Green Door, she had already acted in the Barbara Streisand comedy The Owl and the Pussycat and the skin-filled 1971 hippie movie Together, directed by Friday the 13th’s Sean S. Cunningham.

Originally, she was to have a non-sex role in Green Door, but the Mitchell Brothers, who directed the movie and were later the subject of the biopic Rated X, talked her into doing her first hardcore scenes, leading to a career of sizzling, taboo-busting, on-screen sex acts.

And she never looked back (unless it was to reach for more lube).

Read more after the jump.

Which Decade is Dirtiest?

Apparently it's not just Mr Skin who remembers Clara Bow's nude scene in Wings.

A new website called Vintageerotica.com offers over 1500 hours of hardcore porn grouped by decade beginning with the year 1910 and going up into the Reagan years.

Now practically everyone can jerk off to skin-flicks from the decade in which he was born!

The sight is filled with explicit loops featuring couples, threesomes and orgy scenes engaging in ever kind of anal, oral, and vaginal intercourse imaginable in grainy black and white and garish grindhouse color.

Vintage isn’t just for Aerosmith T-shirts anymore!

Read more after the jump.

3-D Movies are mounting a comeback. Again. Be still, my bleeding eyes. Again.

At age 7, I stumbled upon the famous photograph of a movie theater audience staring up, enraptured, at Bwana Devil (1953) through paper eyeglasses with colored lenses.

Some nearby authority figure explained to me that those people were watching a 3-D movie, and those glasses enabled the images to jump right off the screen.

The immediate, flawlessly logical question I blurted out then was: “So why isn’t every movie in 3-D?” Nobody could explain it to me.

Seven was also the age when I happened up Pops McBeardo’s Playboy stashed in the bathroom hamper, so my unspoken query was: “And why isn’t Playboy in 3-D? And what about dirty movies?” The answers would come. As would I.

Mr. Mike Hits DVD, but Does Mr. Bill Get Raped? Oh, Nooo!

In 1979, Michael O’Donoghue, legendary National Lampoon editor and Saturday Night Live’s original head writer, created one of the goddamndest things ever intended for network television broadcast: Mr. Mike’s Mondo Video.

A parody of 1960s’ Italian-made globetrotting shockumentaries (Mondo Cane, Africa Addio) that examined outrageous human beliefs and behaviors, NBC commissioned O’Donoghue to create Mondo Video as a pilot to be an occasional fill-in for Saturday Night Live.

Suffice to say, the finished hodgepodge of splatter gags, wet cats, Sid Vicious, ancient porn, and other eye-poppers never made it to the air. Instead, producer Lorne Michaels released Mondo Video to theaters with the tagline “The TV Show That Can’t Be Shown on TV”, accompanied by a “special” Mr. Bill Show.

Shout! Factory just issued Mr. Mike’s Mondo Video on DVD, minus Mr. Bill. I’m glad to have the show on disc, but I really, really need to know the truth about that Mr. Bill short.

Here’s why: back in ’79, a kid I knew claimed to have seen Mondo Video in a theater, and he told me that the “special” Mr. Bill Show consisted of Mr. Hand greasing up Sluggo’s big, black cock with Vaseline, and then Sluggo barbarically raping Mr Bill in the ass.

Could it be that that young rapscallion was fibbing?

Requiem for a Heavy Breather: Bill Landis, 1959-2008

Sleazoid Express creator Bill Landis was a pioneering publisher who really did change the world (for the better), an endlessly imaginative writer, a performer in hardcore films during theatrical porn’s Golden Age and a projectionist who worked Times Square’s glorious toilet-bowl theaters.

At the same time, Bill Landis was also a miserable junkie, a hyper-paranoid head-case, and a world-class pain-in-the-ass.

And now Bill Landis is dead, at age 49, from a heart attack.

I miss him already. And I always will. Read all about it after the jump.