Posts tagged with skingoria

From Death and the Maiden to Skingoria.

Best known for his over-the-top interpretations of the work of H.P. Lovecraft, director Stuart Gordon is a legend in the horror world.

Over the past 25 years, Gordon has directed gorefests like From Beyond, Castle Freak, and Dagon, written the scripts for Honey, I Shrunk the Kids and The Dentist, and done episodes of the cable anthology series Masters of Horror.

He has also worked with mainstream actors William H. Macy, Bai Ling, Denise Richards, Mena Suvari, and Julia Stiles in the non-horror movies Edmond and Stuck.

Earlier this month, he graciously sat down and talked to MrSkin.com’s own McBeardo and Count Rackula about nudity, the state of the horror film, and Re-Animator’s most famous scene.

Read the interview after the jump.

As Saw VI hits theaters this weekend, let’s look back at the fright franchise's most screamingly sexy ladies.

In 2004, the original Saw heralded a new approach to terror that ushered in its own extreme movie genre, dubbed by those who disapprove to be “torture porn.”

Just as Saw indirectly begat Wolf Creek (2005), The Devil’s Rejects (2005), and Eli Roth’s Hostel (2005) and Hostel: Part II (2007), it also spawned sequels that have become an annual cinematic happening every Halloween weekend.

The follow-up roster thus far is Saw II (2005), Saw III (2006), Saw IV (2007), Saw V (2008) and, now, Saw VI (2009).

For all its spectacular violence, the Saw cycle has been surprisingly skingy, but it does not skimp on stocking the screen with sexbombs who have appeared nude elsewhere.

One caveat: ferociously sexy villainess Shawnee Smith, who’s appeared in every Saw movie so far, has still not done a nude scene. Why does she torture us so?

Until Shawnee strips, then, allow Mr. Skin to point you in the direction of the Saw sirens’ naked appearances.

1. JULIE BENZ
See Her in Saw(s): V

The Buzz: Fresh-faced, hard-bodied blonde Julie Benz is most familiar as Rita, the clueless mom married to a serial killer on Dexter. Julie’s breakout role came in Jawbreaker (1999), and she’s worked steadily (and aged beautifully) since then, notably returning to the big screen in Rambo (2008). In Saw V, Julie is forced to save herself by fatally neck stabbing a fellow victim of evil mastermind Jigsaw (Tobin Bell). Those things happen.

Jig Off: Darkdrive (1996)
(1:08) Julie brings rapid acceleration to this sci-fi tale of an auto-intensive future, flashing her headlights and even some back bumper as she rides a guy to glory in the sack.

Skin Scouts Scout Skin.

For the last two weeks, we’ve been bringing you reports from our Skin Scouts at the CIFF and today will be no exception.

On the agenda for today are three of our favorite things: skingoria, shower scenes, and girls’ locker rooms.

In the Mexican crime thriller Backyard, there’s skingoria galore-ia! Not only do we get to see tons of uncredited actresses totally naked (and usually dead), we also get to see Adriana Paz’s bare butt and Asur Sagada’s vadge.

Meanwhile, the acclaimed German film Berlin ’36 has some anonymous locker room butts and Julie Engelbrecht’s naked right knocker 29 minutes in.

Is that a Berlin 36D?

Read more after the jump, including the full skin scout report.

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?

Stick around the Internet for the next little while and, I promise you, some unconscionable cliché-spewer will assault your computer screen with a phrase he’ll want you to believe he just came up with himself:

“Two words: Nazi. Zombies.”

Please note the period after each of these two words. It wouldn't be Internet Douchespeak without them.

Motivating this tripe is hype for an official Tool-Approved Sundance Take on the Topic. Don’t fall for it. Fall in love, instead, with Shock Waves and Bloodsucking Nazi Zombies. All over again.

Better still, support new horror efforts on the order of Gutterballs and Blood and Sex Nightmaer, where the hair that gets raised -- amazingly, on-camera -- is pubic. Other times, the naked vaginas on up-close display are bald.

Come swallow the whole mess after the jump.

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.

Greetings my friends, and welcome back to Castle Rackula. This week, my flamboyant cousin Count Ballsackula dragged me to go see Twilight. I was impressed by what I saw of Kristen Stewart (can’t wait to see her play lesbian dominatrix Joan Jett), but I think he was more interested in Robert Pattinson.

In the past, Count Ballsackula has dragged me to see Interview with the Vampire, Gayracula, and to Truman Capote’s table at Studio 54.

But I digress. The subject at hand is holiday horror movies, which I will be exploring throughout the month of December.

We will begin with the most notorious of the genre, Silent Night, Deadly Night.

Read more after the bite.

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.