Posts tagged with grindhouse

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.

Among its many repulsive and/or revolutionary revelations, the classic splatter blow-out Pieces (1982) proved (as its ads touted) that “you don’t have to go to Texas for a chainsaw massacre.”

Now the heroic exploitation-movie archeologists at Grindhouse Releasing bring that very same chainsaw massacre right to you via a new, gloriously realized two-disc special edition Pieces DVD.

Meanwhile, at a midnight showing quite possibly near you (with more on the way), Repo! The Genetic Opera (2007) is packing screwed-up teenage asses into theater seats like no cult sensation in recent memory (or mammaries).

Repo’s got blood, it’s got guts, it's got body-fluid thrill freaks looking for a kick, and it’s got a Gothily tarted-up Paris Hilton.

McBeardo reports on the considerable sex appeal of all of the above after the jump. Just click on Paris Hilton's nipple.

"What Pam Grier was to blaxploitation movies, what Bruce Lee was to kung fu movies, what Burt Reynolds was to good-ol'-boy movies, Rainbeaux Smith was to cheerleader movies. She truly has, without trying whatsoever, a Marilyn Monroe quality. She doesn't look like Monroe at all; she just has that kind of vacantness. She's not so much acting as she is existing. Imagine Marilyn Monroe as kind of a '70s hippie junky, then you kind of have Rainbeaux Smith." -- Quentin Tarentino

And on this date in 2002, the remarkable beauty who loomed so ethereal that the world naturally called her “Rainbeaux” departed this mortal coil.

Learn more and mourn with Mr Skin after the jump.

To visit New York City in the 21st century, particularly its central Times Square district, is to be overwhelmed by dazzling modern commerce and family-friendly corporate entertainment at its most visually spectacular.

Such was not always the case. Just consider what motivated an organization called Women Against Pornography (WAP, for short) to march on Times Square on this date in 1979.

Click the hot chicks to learn more.

Tits the season to turn (on) to Satan.

Follow the McMestophelian trail of McBeardo as he conjures up a stroker’s dozen of the most scorchingly occult-themed flesh-flicks to ever destroy pants and reap souls.

Get the supernatural skinny on diabolical diversions that include Nude for Satan, Satan's Cheerleaders, Satan's Schools for Sluts, and To the Devil, a Daughter.

Also read a bunch of berserk boob-butt-and-bush hoo-hah along the way, bolstered by more Nekromistress t-shirt shots. Is this the week she gets nude? Click the pic to find out.

A Skintroduction to Mr Skin's Man in the Feels

Editor's Note: McBeardo is Mr Skin’s resident sexpert on weird, cult, fringe, midnight, underground and/or any other extreme form of skinema.

He reports from the frontlines and backrooms of most skintimidating screening halls on the planet – not the least of which is the place where he keeps his couch.

The opinions of McBeardo are not necessarily those of Mr Skin, MrSkin.com, or any related affiliates. The ideas as to what constitutes a “wild time” are definitely not Mr Skin’s, period.

Please click McBeardo's mitt on the magnifincent bosom on Nekromistress to go to the next page and read his first column.

Hey, Los Angelenos -- Don’t Miss Tonight’s Great Linda Blair Grindhouse Double Feature at the New Beverly Theater!

Chained Heat and Savage Streets – two of Linda Blair’s most skin-during exploitation classics – will play tonight (September 30, 2008) as this month’s entry in the ongoing, mind-and-lap-blowing Grindhouse Film Festival held at the beloved New Beverly Theater.

Savage Streets starts at 7:30pm. It not only showcases Linda in the buff, but also Linnea Quigley (as her mute kid sister), Rebecca Perle, and Suzee Slater.

Chained Heat follows at 10pm. It’s Mr. Skin’s all-time favorite Women-in-Prison film and, aside from Dean Wormer as the warden with a hot tub and a home-porn studio on his office, you’ll see the following skinema icons in the raw: Linda Blair, Sybil Danning, Edy Williams, and Monique Gabrielle, along with lesser-known, but still lusty, lady-cons.

Plus, live in person, you can press the flesh with horror hottie Nekromistress! Tell them Mr. Skin sent you!