As the production line finally gets rolling at TC Central, and the first issues are almost ready to fall off the presses, in the distance – just barely visible – a figure appears, dashing forwards with a rag-tag pile of papers in his hands… yes, its time for another episode of San Futuro Chronicles
This time, there are huge numbers of comics piled up, waiting to be talked about… and just the usual four sides to cover them in (sniff! actually, the sniffs’re because I’ve got a cold, but less about my problems and more about comics).
American Freak
It’s a new mini-series from the Vertigo imprint after their pathetic crossover “The Children’s Crusade” (see below). This looks like it’ll be pretty cool. So far, it seems to be about an American MK-Ultra style project to produce superheros that misfired in a big way. Just a bit on the creepy side and only just started, so why not give it a go.
Aquaman – Time and Tide
A four issue mini-series leading up to a proper ongoing monthly series, this has been variable (to say the least). For four issues not to be devoted to a single story line seems a bit sad and pointless. The first two issues had a suitably consistent theme (as Aquaman tries to mix with normal folks and decides it’s a bad idea), and were generally a fun read but were nearly spoilt by gratuitous devices like “guest starring the Flash”. Issue three, the latest one, was based in the (ant?)arctic and looked nice, had gratuitous sex, and a mythological baddy, but didn’t really seem to follow on from the first two. If the fourth one doesn’t seriously tie things up, then the monthly series must be a loser.
Battle Angel Alita 3
So, in part one Alita was rescued and defeated the end of level bad guy, in part two she fell in love, had her heart broken and defeated the end of level bad guy, and in part three… Well, so far, after here misery at the end of part two, she’s left Ido, the doc who put her back together, and sunk to playing a rollerball rip-off. To me this is more fun than the earlier series, as it has a less supernatural appearance, but who knows what’ll happen next.
The Children’s Crusade
This “Vertigo event” seemed like a crossover to me folks. Only the two “Children’s Crusade” issues really did much for the story-line, the rest of the Vertigo annuals basically being wasted in this. I’m not happy with DC/Vertigo for pissing us about like that and hope they don’t do it again. All in all a wasted opportunity and a waste of money.
Daredevil – The Man Without Fear
Five issues all of which have now come out. Frank Miller redoing Daredevil – The Origin. What more needs to be said. If you like Frank Miller/Daredevil or even just enjoyed The Dark Knight Returns, get it… (originally intended for a graphic novel, it was then chopped up to produce comics, I’d suspect that there’ll still be a collected version of it soon enough though…)
Doom Patrol
Less weird than the Grant Morrison stuff, Rachel Pollack has produced some fun stories so far, and now has Ted McKeever on the artwork so obviously this is currently stunning.
Fighting American
This is the first issue of a new series and it took me about five pages to decide it was poorly written crap. Then I completed the issue and decided that actually I liked it. Briefly, the first five pages that put me off were of “The Fighting American” doing his thing and taking the “Zap”, “Pow”, “Thwok” approach to the bad guys. So far, so bad. Most of the rest of the issue was his history. Basically, during the cold war, the American defense department set up a project to produce a superhero to defeat the Communists – this was project Fighting American. However, government departments being what they are, by the time the project was completed, the Eastern Bloc was gone, so there was a fully primed superhero with no target. I’ll try more of this as it seemed amusing, but I dunno how long it’ll be before it degenerates to either farce or serious superhero comics. At the moment however, it’s fun.
From Hell
Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell bring out the third collection of the Jack the Ripper tale from Taboo, getting us all the way to chapter 6 of this “melodrama in sixteen parts”. Cool shit for Ripper-fans and folks that dislike the squeaky-clean Victoriana we usually get. One big plus that these collected issues get is the presence of appendices giving sources (if applicable) for events in the comic. There is no claim that the story as presented is “correct”, just that it’s as possible as most of the other versions that get bandied about. Good stuff.
Golden Age
A modern style tale set in comics Golden Age, featuring all the old heroes that don’t get seen anymore. Well, I guess that’s who they are as I don’t read X-Comics and aren’t old enough to have read my way through the Golden Age first time around… Basically, it gives the “it was all a cover-up” approach to the immaculate GA superheroes. Pretty good, and an obvious contender for a “Watchmen 2 – The Sequel” award.
Grendel Tales: Four Devils One Hell
I like Grendel, I like Grendel Tales… It’s fun, weird in a way that doesn’t obscure plot and looks wonderful. What more could I ask ? What more could I say ? Nothing. So I won’t.
Gundam 0083
Suppose I ought to mention this for all you anime fans (or is that Manga fans… I’m not really sure these days…) out there. From Viz, it’s a comic based around cels from the anime, and apart from the odd place where voice bubbles take a couple of reads to get the sequence right, it’s very well done. I’ve never really been tempted to watch any Gundam, but I do admit to having enjoyed this.
Hellblazer
”Damnation’s Flame” sees JC back in America meeting up with old enemies and President’s with their brain’s shot out… Revenge is sweet for Midnite, whose voodoo has really screwed up the freshly cleaned up Constantine, but his sister’s spirit, which has been his source of power the past thirty years, is after revenge… Fun, fun, fun. A bit close to the Grant Morrison weird for weird’s sake in places but some wonderful bits with JC and JFK chatting…
JC: “You mean you’ve had to hold your brains in ever since you got shot through the head.”
JFK: “I… I regard that as mere supposition, one that it would be unwise to make until all the facts are in”
JC: “I can see this is going to be a bundle of laughs… Bollocks to it.”
Legends Of The Dark Knight
After three issues of “Watchtower” (hmmm…. good name for a religious magazine that…) featuring an old, but active Batman, we now have a single issue story “Storm”. A bad-guy foreign leader into dictatorship, torturing and human rights abuses is in Gotham. So are the necessary Freedom Fighters (or is that terrorists). Batman doesn’t want any killing on his turf, so is trying to stop them offing the leader. The CIA and the Gotham police are on protection duty, but all is not as it seems and the line between right & wrong is not drawn as cleanly as is usual. Definitely going through a good phase…
Mai The Psychic Girl
Well Jim, I finally read it (mainly because I could pick up the collected Mai books 2, 3 and 4 for ú2.50 each…). Yup, ‘tis fun as you said once many issues of TC ago. If you find it cheap buy it. If you don’t, there’s plenty of other stuff of similar quality and fun-ness… but not featuring psychic powered schools-girls!
The Mark In America
This is the second Mark series from Dark Horse – the first, about four or five years ago, was (mainly) in black and white and saw the Archon, the despotic/fascist/super-powered ruler of Lutzany, deposed with the help of our hero, Isaac. This second series is in colour, and concerns events Stateside when the Archon goes to drum up support to oust the Democrats and get him back on his “rightful” throne. So far it’s quite fun, but I’m unsure about the device of Little Lutzany in Manhattan… However, it’s now two issues into a four issue series, so I guess I’ll stick with it – it may end up as good as the original series yet…
Marvels
A superhero comic with a difference… Honest… It must be… The publishers told me so. Okay, so it is different, but not hugely. The basic idea is that this is a superhero comic told from the perspective of the man on the street – in this case a journalist. So far quite fun, not something to rave about (apart from the pretty painted art) , but not something to rage against.
[Wait… can it be true… Yes, he who is second only to God (well, he reached the quarter finals, or so he claims) has permitted SFC to expand… we’ve a whole EIGHT pages this quarter… Errrmm… what do you mean it’s eighteen months rather than a quarter this issue ??? What ? Lino’s zine reviews were late… Ah. Okay.]
Ms. Tree
The sale season has started and there are some wonderful things waiting to be snapped up… for starters we have loads of scrumplicious Ms.Tree’s. Littered around bargain boxes in comics shops, these are fun for all hard-boiled detective fans, but get worse later on, when only half an issue is Ms. Tree and the other half is… ummm… something that I can’t remember the name of, but is ancient, cited as inspiration and not really as much fun… Then again, if it’s cheap enough why not! Also, I must recommend “The Baby Blue Rip Off” and “A Shroud For Aquarius”, crime novels by Max Allan Collins, the author of Ms. Tree. About a mystery writer, Mallory, who “gets involved”, they’re both darn good downbeat yarns. Less good, but also by M.A.C. and featuring Mallory, is “Kill Your Darlings”.
Nexus
Cool sci-fi superhero stuff, vaguely relevant here as, apart from being available cheap in the bargain boxes, reprint collections are starting to appear. Not bad, quite fun, especially when cheap. The Nexus (Horatio Hellpop) gets to use his superpowers to kill bad guys… but he doesn’t get to say which are good & which are bad, that’s left to the Merk, an alien being that gives Nexus the powers and a lot of headaches until the killings are done. Most of the time Nexus’d prefer to get on with exploring the ruins of ancient civilisations but all in all there’s not much chance of that. Side characters include the “Hammer of God” and lots of enemies (and allies) that Nexus builds up along the way. I guess I’ll also mention the current Dark Horse/Valiant co-production “Magnus Robot Fighter & Nexus”. Which is only spoilt by the Magnus Robot Fighter presence… I can’t understand the popularity of Valiant comics… it’s like “Golden Age” comics – there’s a reason comics changed from that style and it’s called progress. Regression never did anyone any good – just look at politicians…
Palestine
Good stuff (if a tad serious for TC). This is a travelogue/documentary of Joe Sacco’s visit(s?) to (yup you guessed it…) Palestine. A first hand account of getting first hand accounts from people living under unbelievable conditions. As you may have gathered it’s difficult to explain, but includes interviews with people, and insights into the situation. Buy it & try it!
Pirate Corp$
Never let it be said that TC dislikes truly cool comics… it just rarely sees them This however is cool. From Evan Dorkin, hapless begatter of Milk and Cheese, comes a science fiction adventure quite unlike any other… and none the worse off for it. Pirate Corp$ has more to do with characters than space (in the universal sense) and music (if ya reckon ska is music…) fills a fair amount of the remaining space… like, it’s really cool. Buy it, love it, have it’s babies. Then sell them into the white slave trade for millions of pounds and live a life of ease.
News item time… this title still uses the Pirate Corp$ overall heading, but because the story isn’t all that Space Opera any more, has changed it’s name to Hectic Planet. The latest issue is number six and although it says Hectic Planet is honestly Pirate Corp$ 6 (although it isn’t as it’s now Hectic Planet if you get my drift…). Also available recently was Vroom Socko: Paid In Full which tells of a psychopathic space cadet (well, space captain actually I seem to remember…) trying to collect a debt in a truly nonviolent comic that you wouldn’t be ashamed to show your mother (hahahahahaha… could TC readers really fall for that… well, it’s worth a try…)
Predator: Bad Blood
Crap title, but it does follow nicely from Pirate Corp$ as this is also from the warped mind of Evan Dorkin (somehow). Unfortunately, I haven’t yet got round to reading this myself, so this is merely listed for information rather than as an excuse for me to slap some opinions down…
Propellerman
Dashing on towards the conclusion, this is hard science fiction with a serious dash of adventure and some really wacky elements… An ancient Egyptian steam driven robot ? It’s been fun, and I’m quite looking forward to finding out what’s been going on (or as Lino would say, the denouement). Well worth it’s pennies, it’ll be missed. But no, I don’t see myself yearning for a sequel… something else with a similar level of skill, fun and imagination, yes, a repeat performance, no.
Robotech: The Invid War – Aftermath
Thought TC had better cover this… especially since the concept seemed cool. Take a badly hacked together TV series about giant robots laying into each other, and set a comic after the war finishes. No more giant robots and a desolate earth. The ex-goodies gather together to try and recover earth from the post-war problems. Sounds cool, some of the ex-goodies seem to think the rules of war still apply and get to work pulling rank etc. Could turn out fun, it may need more knowledge of Robotech than you’ll commonly find on this side of the Atlantic. Watch out for more news…
Sanctuary II
It’s really a bit late to review this, the second volume of Viz’s translation of the manga (no… not videos, they’re a-ni-me for any reporters out there) about two Cambodians in Japan fixing to shake things up, one via politics and one via the underground – the yakuza. Very good with plenty of gratuitous oriental sex (for those that’re into such things.. haha). Other good news on the Sanctuary front is that it’s now out in collected editions giving you the nine issues of each volume for about a tenner… not bad value at all considering each issue is 78 pages!
Sandman Mystery Theatre: The Brute
The last issue of this little tale brings a few surprises as to just what’s gone on in the previous three issues. Not really a happy sort of tale… apart from the Sandman getting his man. Well recommended for a dark read, and for having the balls to include child abuse apart from as the raison-d’etre (to coin a phrase… ).
Scarab
More vertigo fodder… weird superhero stuff, looked like being very original now just seems to be stalled away from the original plot whilst the hero gets some hero-ing done (with the odd reference to the original plot just so you don’t forget it.) Fairly cool but it just don’t quite cut it here folks…
Scout
More bargain box visits here… I have been stingy lately haven’t I! All the same, ‘tis a rollicking good read and fairly linear (plot-wise) with healthy dollops of weird steaming to the sides of the main path. I’d like to see some reprint series of this… you never know, one day it may re-emerge…
Sin City – A Dame To Kill For
Frank Miller story, Frank Miller Art, weird, noir, violent. Cool shit.
Star Wars – Tales Of The Jedi
Pretty comic, but seems to have jumped hugely from issue 2 to issue 3. Issue 4’s now around, so maybe that’ll help me. If you like Star Wars, but are fed up with Luke, Han, Leia etc… it’s worth a look. Possibly cooler (especially if you like the original cast) is Dark Empire, a collected volume in which Luke faces the Dark Side of the force and gets a tad changed on the way.
Streets
A three issue ultra-flash series in which tales of police work were told. Each issues been a different case, but all are dark, gloomy and “gritty”. I liked’em, even if I did expect a continuing story.
Thing from Another World: Eternal Vows
The Thing is still there… having lasted the original film, the John Carpenter remake, the comic series of the film and the comic-book sequel to the film, it still hasn’t given up (yet). The big difference is that it’s now reached the mainland rather than being miles from anywhere. Style-wise, however, it’s probably more Predator 2 than The Thing, as he/she/it stalks the populace of a small(ish) town. Gulacy art, so pretty pretty, and competently put together.
No, it’s not the sound of a tank, earthquake or free-roaming dinosaur, but the sound of Obakemono1 the giant fridge, stirring from it’s incontinent slumber to announce it’s intention to leak all over the floor again . . .
A typical evening in Japan.
After a long hard day being insulted, verbally abused and generally accused, in the office, I like nothing more than to wring the necks of fluffy little dogs…Sorry! Relax in front of the open fire with a large glass of whiskey and a smallish Irish wolfhound. (You know, the kind that’s big enough to vote.)
But this is Tokyo. Nobody lets gaijins2 near their fluffy little dogs. Open fires are a cause for emergencies as most of the city is wooden. Whiskey costs more than I earn (so does my rent) and a dog that size in Tokyo would be assumed to be a politician or worse…a super-death-god.
Dreams of domestic bliss being otherwise unrealisable, I turn to the chores: reset the video; sort the day’s mound of Laserdiscs and CDs; read the release info for next month and wish it was my own money I was spending. Still, if I order enough Dirty Pair3 box sets, maybe I’ll be able to afford one myself! Dream on . . .
Quick change of subject, ne?
Gaijin anime fans be warned. It’s not all groovy new anime on TV. With an assortment of channels to choose from, such stuff is a rare percentage of the total advertising time available. Besides, why put on anime sponsored by Daiban and those offensive SD Goddamns when you can have another pointless game-quiz-hyper-soap?
At the time of writing (Early July), the worthwhile shows are (V Gundam does not count):
Musekinin Kancho Tyler. Space madness in 26(?) parts. Has he got the alien queen pregnant? Will they win the war against the Rarlgon Empire? What about Yuriko, and Kim Kyonffa? Ends soon, better start saving up for the 13VT/LDs.
From manga — Gokuraku Daisakusen: Ghost Sweeper Mikami (Codename Paradise: GS Mikami, above). Funny? No. Seriously funny? Yes. Ghostbusters move over, Mikami is the delectable detective heroine and the supporting cast is either dead or insane or both. Yu-yu-haksho (Ghost Report). Mindless fighting but it has some redeeming features. One of them is called Botan-chan.
Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon R4. Naoko Takeuchi has a lot to answer for with this vacuous rubbish. If I ever meet her, I’ll ask.
From manga to anime and back — Southern Boy Papua-kun5 is beyond insane. It makes Samurai Pizza Cats look like a documentary on unusable unusual pets. Best witnessed through dark glasses in a sound-proof room. Never, ever admit you watch this or your reputation as a TC fan will be less than zero6.
Stuff that is not worth watching: any of the game shows; Victory Gundam; Iron League7…
The brave readers may like to ask Jim about Midnight Love Story ~ Kiss Me. See if he mentions dominoes. Considering some of the hard-core stuff that he watches, such as the 9 o’clock news, he should have known better than to watch a tape of nothing but vacant cutes in Niki-nikis8. The poor man couldn’t handle it, I bet he doesn’t print this!
More digression.
Readers of my other articles in such esteemed glossy toilet paper as “Super Play” may think that I’ve sold out to the real world, possibly even for money. Other articles and random madness have appeared in the Anime UK Magazine + Newsletter respectively. However, they are free, like this. That way, if the most esteemed and omnipotent editor doesn’t like what I write, (s)he can just throw it away. I don’t actually write like that in “SP”. What I write gets transmogrified into English, becoming a lot more staid and politically correct. I have no Super Famicom, and rest assured, I will not be buying one. Ever!
Back to the story . . .
Still, back to the subject of an evening’s domesticity in front of an open . . . aircon9? The rainy season is due to finish in mid-July, but at the moment, the tide is in, about half-way up the window. There’s nothing on TV and I have no Irish wolfhound (more’s the pity) to feed the soft fluffy dogs to . . .
There’s nothing to do! (That doesn’t cost money.) Listen to 81.3 J-Wave10, sort out the orders for next months Laserdiscs, slob around in the loudest pyjamas since Palaeozoic11 times and get fat.
Domesticity.
It’s true, I’ve gone soft in the head. The wife and I are looking forward to our first child and you, dear readers, are the first to know. She threatened me with some sushi if I tried to call our son something like He-man or She-ra. I expect we’ll end up with something tame like Hanako or Sakura if it’s a girl and Taro or Akira if it’s a boy.
So this is what married life is all about? I hear the fridge gronking again, it appears to have wet itself . . . Good night.
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Footnotes
Big-stupid-thing
Aliens
The successor being “The decidedly unclean trio”. This little box will set you back 56000 Yen and contains nine discs.
Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon R. Technically, probably something like “Lovely girl warriors”…
I think this is “Minami-kuni Shonen Papua-kun”
Oops, there goes my credibility
Football animals! Barf.
In order of surface area covered: space-suit, suit, nightie, swim-suit, bikini, niki-niki, birthday suit. Get the idea?
Air-conditioner: device for making life bearable in summer. Where are you going for your summer holiday? I’m going to Daicon in Osaka [Er, and he did – Belated editor]
Best radio station in the world. All right, it’s the only FM station that I can get. It speaks English part of the time, so it has to be good.
Trivia time. The dinosaurs died out because they were allergic to the loud colour schemes of the mammals. The pyjamas are so garish that not only do I need a blindfold when wearing them, but I have to keep the curtains shut and wear ear-defenders.
A great deal has been said unofficially in the past about this obscure and highly dubious American film, released uncut by our friends Derann Film Services in Dudley, West Midlands, in 1981. In mainstream, “civilised” circles it is virtually unknown and mentioned in very few reference books indeed (any?), but in the UK it has gained a certain notoriety among collectors of obscure (and obscene) videos. The reason for this is partly the film’s uniquely bizarre subject matter but mainly the graphic nature of what it depicts and, more precisely, how it depicts it. Whether we should be grateful that Derann gave us an uncut version of this repulsive film really depends on the strength of your stomach. Those who are likely to be easily offended by close encounters and intimate meetings with abnormal sexual organs and practices should steer well clear. (Personally I love that stuff…)
The copyright date at the end of the film indicates a 1978 production, but it’s difficult to tell, even on an original. The film looks and sounds a fair bit older, but this could simply be due to the use of library pictures/music in some cases. For those who are not “familiar with the text”, it’s a cheesy, sleazy documentary on transsexualism primarily consisting of a straight explanatory monologue from a Leo Wollman M.D. sat in his office/surgery, various — usually contrived and staged – interviews with transsexuals, and hest of all (?) gratuitously explicit footage of naked transsexuals, their “bits” and other stuff. It’s the other stuff that has generally earned the documentary its questionable reputation.
It’s bad enough being confronted with numerous freaky transsexuals in a variety of frank, naked close-ups – this is generally unsettling as it utterly challenges your established notions of sexuality, homan or otherwise; all past experience and accepted truths are suddenly undemiined. But then, if that’s not enough, we are treated to all kinds of other disturbing delights. Most notoriously of all, we are given a reconstruction of an incident where a male lopped off his tackle with a hammer and chisel, because he was dissatisfied with the presence of his male sexual organ and couldn’t afford a proper operation.
This is an extremely “nice” scene indeed and if you’ve got a willy yourself (which you’re happy with), it’s a real leg-crosser. Later there is likewise a reconstruction of an incident where a recently transformed woman (i.e., ex-man . . . it’s all very confusing) uses her vagina for sex too soon after the operation and consequently bleeds over her bed-sheets—a reconstructed scene which could probably have been left to the imagination (like most of the rest). There’s real footage of an actual surgical operation to “convert” a penis into a vagina and a prolonged extreme close-up examination of the finished product (you’ll be blowing chunks at this point) into which Dr. Leo inserts various things. And that’s not to mention numerous transsexuals exposing their naughty bits and jumping in and out of bed.
The above description might give a person the impression that a lot of the explicit unpleasant material is really quite gratuitous and unnecessary, used for sensational ends and that the film is nothing less than the most unadulterated, unapologetic piece of exploitation ever made. Exactly. Spot on. Hit the nail on the head there. This is really the film’s main source of amusement, I believe, which few critics in the past have highlighted. At first it’s naturally the visual repulsiveness of the proceedings that strike you. However, when you step back and take a look at this terrible production, it’s in fact the documentary’s sheer exploitative glory that is most “stunning”. There seems to be nothing which the viewer will be spared the privilege(?) of seeing, and the total ineptitude of the production more then equals its immortality – the production values leaves a lot to be desired, to say the least. As Martyn Carre so aptly puts it in Samhain (27) our informative Dr. Leo Wollman hardly emits professional credibility by the gallon: “An apparent expert on transsexualism, but whose often hungover, shifty appearance lends credence more to the idea of a back-street abortionist”, a very appropriate description.
Early on in the movie, the camera pans over his medical certificates etc. on the wall of his office, so we presume he is actually a qualified expert he is supposed to be. However, even if he is, what the fuck kind of doctor is he, appearing in sleaze like this?! Any medical expert willing to appear in a film that stoops to such depths, I personally wouldn’t even consult about the ‘flu’ let alone let him chop my cock off. His frequent explanations on the subject of transsexualism from his desk in his office must be seen to be believed (as must most of the film). His delivery of the material is worse than Terry Christian on acid, as he stumbles his way through sentence after sentence printed on card after card, clearly position to the side of or below the camera. His eyes are rarely looking into the camera as he speaks (obviously they’re focused on his cards by the side) and it’s quite good fun watching his eyes go back and forth as he reads his stuff – no efficient auto-cue here.
Some of the interviews featured are wonderfully rehearsed and you can virtually sense how hard the interviewees are trying to recall what they were supposed to be saying, especially one woman towards the end, who tries ever so hard to be convincing but is constantly seen looking over at the cards, presumably being waved about frantically on the other side of the room. The absence of an official directorial credit on the film is perfectly apparent [Ed: It was actually Doris Wishman] , but the real Oscar for the production must go to a Mr. Juan Fernandez, a supposed “director of photography” (ha!) for what is surely the most dull and inept photography ever recorded, especially in Doc Leo’s scenes of explanation. These are all incredibly static, but what is even worse is when of Juan decides to provide his own brand of variation, like a really adventurous pan down to Leo’s nameplate which jars badly with the monologue, and best of all a complete change of room and angle—which results in Leo delivering his explanations from a desk in the far corner of a room, photographed on a slant. Nice one, Juan.
The film also has a great deal of filling; in fact, most of the film could perhaps be regarded as filling; although as I say it’s entertaining for being completely bad. A typical highlight is when Leo of course has to be shown going from his office desk to his surgery, donning his white coat, etc. without saying a word, for about half a minute. Likewise the interview with the main transsexual woman is extremely overlong—the bitch rabbits on endlessly. Finally, to top it all, throughout the film there is a lot of unnecessary and inappropriate background music, which really sounds out of place.
At the end of the day, probably the most entertaining stuff in the film is its offensive footage and this is truly the film’s “raison d’etre”, like most Shockumentaries. However, if you’re into incredibly bad films like me, then you’ll find a lot to enjoy in this production which is one of the most classic examples of all-out exploitation (definitely not) available today.
