"Inside Club Wild Side"

Inside Club Wild Side (1998) is a soft-core starring Jason Schnuit as Joe, Montana country boy and wannabe artist. When his girlfriend dumps him choosing to marry a banker's son, saying he is going nowhere in his life, he packs up and moves to Hollywood. His goal is to become rich and famous as a movie director, as he has been told by everyone back home that art doesn't get you anywhere in life.

His first day in town, he is robbed, then saves Brande Roderick from a mugger. He drives her home, and the two end up in the sack together. She is a wannabe actress, but the next day she is called to work, interrupting them having sex, and he follows her to work. She works at Club Wild Side, doing live sex shows. She explains that she likes uncomplicated sex, and it is a form of acting. Joe ends up working at the club.

This has far too much nudity for one night, so I will end the review there for now, and get on with the images of Brande in several sex scenes. Tomorrow night, the other women, and the rest of the review.

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  • Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy)

    Naked Lunch (1991)

    When I started high school in 1962, Naked Lunch, a 1959 work of fiction by "beat generation" writer William Burroughs, was something that "good" people would only mention in the harshest, most condescending whispers. They might call it "trash, obscenity, and gibberish written by a gay junkie". Most likely they would not speak of it at all.

    Needless to say, I made up my mind to read it, not because I find gay junkies fascinating, but simply because I'm the kind of person who must read anything that is forbidden to me. Finding a copy in Rochester, New York forty years ago was not an easy thing to do. In those days, we purchased most books at suburban stationary stores and from the book departments of refined and proper department stores. It was difficult to get these people to stock the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, so you can imagine that William Burroughs was way out of the realm of possibility. Our libraries, even the downtown library, was no help either.

    The search ended when my friend Richard Pero introduced me to a place which would change my life as much as any single place ever has - the Clinton Book Store. This place was like Valhalla for kids seeking to learn about the adult world. Much of their product assortment consisted of tables full of used comic books and sleazy pulps and nudist magazines in helter-skelter arrangement, with prices marked on them in black magic marker. More to the point of this anecdote, the Clinton Book Store was also the town's sole repository for the complete output of a semi-underground publisher named Grove Press. Grove Press had a very singular raison d'etre - to publish everything forbidden by the guardians of mainstream culture. There was the anonymous Victorian diary My Secret Life, there were the novels of the Marquis de Sade and the plays of Jean Genet. There were the nihilistic works of the European theater. And there were the anti-establishment works of the American Beats - Ferlinghetti, Kerouac, Ginsberg, Burroughs.

    So Naked Lunch became one of my many Clinton Book Store acquisitions.

    I found it utterly baffling.

    I fought my way through to the end of its twisted narrative, but to this day, I don't have a goddamn idea what it is about. I know that Burroughs was a junkie, and a late-discovered homosexual, and wasn't very happy about being either one of those things, so he retreated into a bitter self-loathing world which was half consciousness and half dreams. He shot up so much junk that he more or less completely lost sight of the difference between his dreams and his drug-induced hallucinations, so he took those dreams which resembled his life, and he wrote them out into Naked Lunch. He just poured out all his sadness and craziness and self-loathing and self-delusion and angry humor into a surrealistic book, which was less stream-of-consciousness than stream-of-lunacy. Burroughs originally came from a rich family, but his state of drug-addled consciousness was not some idle rich man's posturing. This was his reality. He descended further and further into drugged-out dementia, the nadir of which resulted in his having blown out his wife's brains in a game of William Tell. Was he aiming for the glass on her head, or was he trying to kill her? Who knows? He himself was not sure. His ambivalence is reflected in this exchange in the film:

    One of Burroughs's personalities: "I didn't murder her. It was an accident."

    Another one: "There are no accidents."

    If ever there was a case of a filmmaker and an author who were meant for one another, it is cerebral, weird David Cronenberg and cerebral, weird William Burroughs - two screwy guys who seem on the surface to be accountants or low-level civil servants. Cronenberg must be the only guy in history who actually "got" Burroughs, and the result of their psychic connection is this supremely odd, magnificently imagined, visually splendid, and totally fucked-up movie, a hybrid of Burroughs's book and Burroughs's life, in which the main character representing Burroughs has various masturbatory, drug-addled conversations with his own layers of consciousness, which are represented in the film as humans and insects. At various times and in various ways, Burroughs lives and relives the key incidents of his life, sometimes again and again.

    Speaking of insects, the various drugs he takes are all insect-oriented, and there is an evil Moriarty character behind all his woes, and I don't know what else, because I don't get Burroughs at all.  If you care to know what it's about, you better just see it, because Cronenberg actually seems to understand it all.

    Ol' Cronenberg seemed to be right up there in Burroughs's head, and that's the head of a man whose ruling principle was to "exterminate all rational thought" - which must make this a pretty good movie, if that's what you're looking for.





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    Abigail Cruttenden Plenty of cleavage in scenes from UK the made for TV movie "Sharpe's Mission".

    Ali Landry
    (1, 2)

    The former Doritos babe in scenes from "National Lampoon's Repli-Kate". In #2 we see her in undies.

    Alice Krige The Borg queen in scenes from another of the "Sharpe" series of UK TV movies. Vidcaps from "Sharpe's Honour".

    Alicia Witt Stripped down to her black bra in scenes from the Sandra Bullock/Hugh Grant movie "Two Weeks Notice".

    Cisse Cameron The busty actress showing cleavage and a hint of nipple in scenes from "Billy Jack" (1971).

    Erika Eleniak
    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

    The former Heffer (July '89) showing off her big'uns and a thong view in scenes from the Steven Seagal movie "Under Siege" (1992).

    Halle Berry Halle in a bikini top in 'caps from "Die Another Day" (2002).

    Linda Harrison
    (1, 2, 3)

    The girl of many sci-fi fan's dreams. Here she is looking gorgeous as 'Nova' in the 1968 classic "Planet of the Apes".

    Flower Edwards
    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

    The hard core-turned-soft core actress bares all in pseudo sex scenes from "Deviant Desires" (2002).

    Pamela Hensley
    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

    The very hot 70's and early 80's actress from assorted sources.
    Links 1-5 feature her in several skimpy outfits from appearance on the classic 70's sci-fi series "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century".
    Link #6 is from a 1974 episode of "MacMillian and Wife".
    Link #7 is from the "The Nude Bomb" (1980) a "Get Smart" movie.
    Link #8 featurs her breasts in scenes from her very first movie "There Was a Crooked Man..." (1970).

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    "Little Darlings"
    Little Darlings is the female version of all the 1980s summer camp genre movies. Kristy McNichol and Tatum O'Neal are in a contest to lose their virginity - Kristy won. Krista Errickson is the camp bitch and I have included caps of Cynthia Nixon out of curiosity, given her present fame. There's cleavage by Margaret Blye, a brief nipple exposure by Tatum and pokies by Kristy.

    "The Presidio"
    Given her present notoriety, it's worth remembering Meg Ryan's exposure in The Presidio. There are pokies and a brief, silhouette view of her breasts.

    • Meg Ryan (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

    "Dick Tracy"
    I don't think anything is visible, except for pokies, by Madonna in Dick Tracy, but she does look sexy.

    • Madonna (1, 2, 3)

    "Cherry 2000"
    Pamela Gidley is a Cherry 2000 in the movie of the same name - a sophisticated robot with all the features you'd ever want, and I do mean all. Lots of cleavage by Melanie Griffith, especially in the second collage, and nice caps of Jennifer Mayo and Cameron Milzer.

    Jessica Karr
    (1, 2, 3, 4)

    Playing "the dead chick in the morgue with the really big boobs" in scenes from "Bad Boys II".

    Nikki Cox Showing off her usual mega-cleavage in scenes from the NBC series "Las Vegas".

    Maui Taylor
    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

    The half-Brit/half-Filipino actress topless in Señor Skin 'caps from the movie "Hibla" (2002).