Massage Parlor Murders! is fucking great. It delivers on sleaze and stupidity. The death scenes are filthy and crass. The nudity is rampant and gratuitous. The performances are big and stupid.
Do I really need to give a preamble to this poster? Everything that is great about it SCREAMS at you without the need for critical dissection.
How is it that a movie called Karate Bear Fighter — with Sonny Chiba in the lead, no less — managed to slip me by for my entire thirty years of life on this planet?
Jaws was not exactly a film screaming for a porn parody, but hey, I'm glad it exists. Also, the title "Gums" is wonderfully unerotic.
Sharks' Treasure is the most off-putting, jarring cinematic nightmare I've seen in some time. And I'm not even sure if that's a bad thing.
I'm not going to lie to you. This article is an excuse to tell you to watch The Super Inframan.
If Mr. Majestyk taught me anything it is do not... I repeat... do not fuck with Charles Bronson's watermelons.
Jaani Dushman features a crazy big cast of Bollywood stars, the music is mostly great, the locations are lavish, and the horror is completely wild. And there's a man wearing a silly monster suit and fangs strangling ladies to death. What more could you want?
Trapped in Lust is exactly the sort of pink film that got me interested in the genre in the first place. From its super cool poppy soundtrack that always kicks in at the right moment to its swaggering leading man, this is a film dripping in style.
Act of Vengeance — or, as it's more obnoxiously known, The Rape Squad — is a bizarre and confused mess of a film. It plays up its feminist elements, but, at the same time, is insanely sleazy and gratuitous. In other words, it's a must see.