#Robert Kerman

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Eaten Alive (1980)

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«Viva Vanessa (1984) - This showcase for the stunning Vanessa del Rio is an interesting play on the idea of the daily life of a porn star. Vanessa also tells the "real" story of her rise to fame. She details casting couch encounters and other sexual escapades both on screen and off.»

Also featuring Jerry Butler, Tiffany Clark, and Robert Kerman; better know to gore & horror fans for his roles in Cannibal Holocaust (1980), Eaten Alive! (1980), and Cannibal Ferox (1981)

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EATEN ALIVE!

Italy

1980

Directed by Umberto Lenzi

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Você sabia? Uma curiosidade do filme Homem-Aranha (Spider-Man, 2002) que pouca gente lembra

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August reads.

Starship Troopers was quite different from what was depicted on film and though I enjoy the movie, I kind of wish Paul Verhoven stuck with the book in his adaptation. He found the book to be boring. I highly recommend the book.

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Put On Your Raincoats | Anyone But My Husband (Findlay, 1975)

Despite being a pioneering female director in exploitation and pornographic cinema, Roberta Findlay has resisted the feminist label. Obviously that word can mean different things to different people, but it is interesting to chew over in light of this movie, where a woman is encouraged by her psychiatrist to explore her own sexual agency through extramarital sex after finding that she’s no longer desirable to her unfaithful husband. It’s the kind of story that easily lends itself to a feminist framing, but in typically caustic Findlay fashion, the movie makes a punchline of everyone involved, from the heroine to her husband to her psychiatrist and everyone she meets along the way. So it’s a good thing that Findlay casts C.J. Laing in the lead role. In terms of technical acting ability, there was certainly better in the Golden Age, but Laing’s sense of sexual adventurism, a quality that makes her really compelling as a pornstar, helps her from being demeaned by the angle the movie takes on her misadventures. She’s one of those performers who seems up for anything, and if some of it doesn’t work out, she can just shrug it off.

I understand Findlay didn’t really like shooting hardcore sex scenes, but there’s at least one scene here, where Laing masturbates with a bottle of champagne, that I found genuinely erotic. I’ve found the sex to be shot pretty bluntly in some of Findlay’s other pornos, but the closeups of Laing’s lips and the closeups of her pubic hair dripping with champagne felt disarmingly sensual. Otherwise, Findlay keeps things interesting through a combination of sexual variety and visual style. Probably the most aesthetically interesting scene is where Laing gets bound and whipped by Beerbohn Tree. Findlay cuts against the action, using the sparse décor and suggestive sculptures around the action as visual punctuation.

Now, smoking is terrible for you, but it looks cool in movies, and with Robert Kerman chomping on cigars and Jennifer Jordan with her cigarette holder, there’s some very entertaining smoking in this movie. Kerman, with his self deprecating delivery, mustache, glasses and cigar comes off a little like Groucho Marx (if Marx was cheating on his wife with his students), while Jordan proves to be the MVP in the cast as the friend who seems a little too supportive of Laing’s extramarital exploits and eventually has sex on a waterbed, which fans of Pieces will know is the height of eroticism. I also enjoyed seeing Deanna Darby as a fortune teller who ends up fisting Laing in a bathtub. While she doesn’t have too many screen credits, between this and the crucial inspiration she provides Harry Reems in Sex Wish, she’s made an indelible mark on cinema.

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You Make Me Laugh | Holland March x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: “What’s so fucking funny?” With a Holland March x gn reader, pretty please? mwah x

summary: there’s a lot of things Holland does wrong, there’s a lot of times that he fucks up, but when he makes you laugh, you can look past the other shit. 

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of drunkenness 

word count: 1328

Last night’s scraps in the dog’s dish, ashtrays emptied, you could feel sweat drip down your back from where it was so warm today, but you tried to pay no mind to it as you turned the radio onto the rock station and turned it up, the sounds of ‘Dying To Meet You’ by Judas Priest flooding the kitchen as you nodded your head and hummed along; you would have been worried about taking Holly to school, knowing that at this time in the morning, Holland was probably sound asleep in a bathtub somewhere just waiting to get up hungover, but it was the Summer holidays. You could take a day off of acting as her step-parent. Still, as you started getting what you needed together to make yourself some breakfast, you heard the door open, and the dog ran to it with his tail wagging so fast you worried he would break it, barking loudly as he jumped up at whoever it was. 

“Holly, I’m just making breakfast,” you said without looking back. “You can sit down and have some if you want, as long as your dad knows where you are.” 

“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Holland chuckled, kneeling down so that he could give the dog some scratches behind the ear and on the side of his neck. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked, more curious than anything as you turned around and looked at your boyfriend, your eyebrow raised and your head tilted to the side a little. 

He shrugged, getting up and brushing black hairs from his shirt as he smiled at you. “I’ve got the next couple of days off, and Holly’s staying at her friend’s tonight, so… I thought I’d come see you.” 

“You came here to annoy me,” you joked. “And break my fucking vases like you did last time - you know it took my uncle a week to repair it, right?”

Holland grumbled, daring to pin you between the counter and his body as he stole a quick kiss; you were shocked, if you were honest, as he neither tasted or smelled of hard liquor. “I won’t fucking break anything… maybe your bed, but that’d be on purpose!” 

You rolled your eyes, licking your lips and gently tapping his face; if you were honest, he kind of looked like one of the stars in those Robert Kerman films he rented with that moustache - you were more into it than you cared to admit, thinking he looked like one of those actors. 

“Knowing you, you’d probably break it by accident before you could even think of doing it on purpose,” you laughed. “You’d probably fall over and break the fucking middle. Like you did last time.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” Holland huffed, running a hand through his hair and stealing one of your cigarettes. “I fucking fell over your shoes, I told you.” 

You hummed, knowing he could be a clumsy idiot but you couldn’t help but to laugh; you thought about when he had broken it, how he had insisted that he wasn’t cheating you, he really wasn’t, but he had fallen over your shoes and he had crashed into it - you didn’t believe him until he did it again, a week after you had gotten it fixed. He was useless, hopeless, he was going to kill himself because he was so fucking clumsy. But it made you laugh, and that meant more than anything else. 

“What’s so fucking funny?”

You shrugged, stealing his cigarette and taking a drag. “Just… you. You’re an idiot, and you’re hopeless… but you make me laugh.” 

He smiled, looking a little hopeful as he met your gaze. “I make you laugh?”

“Yeah, you make me laugh quite a lot, actually,” you admitted with a grin. “Even if I know as well as you do that you’re an absolute idiot.” 

“Yeah, but… you love me,” his voice went quiet, like he didn’t want to say the word but had forced himself to. “Don’t you?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze and licking your lips; you knew he couldn’t admit that he felt the same, he couldn’t say the words, but he almost certainly showed that he did; even with his drinking and his clumsiness, he still managed to show you that he cared. You didn’t need him to say it, but you knew he needed to hear it. “Yeah, I do love you. Against my better judgement, without a doubt, but I love you.” 

‘Best of My Love’ by The Emotions started to play as you dared to steal the cigarette again before finishing it and chucking it in the nearest ashtray; you offered your hand, and Holland took it. Sure, he had two left feet and more often than not ended up accidentally bumping into something or getting carried away, but there wasn’t any harm in a quick little dance. 

Goin' in and out of changes, the kind that come around each day, my life has a better meaning, love has kissed me in a beautiful way, and oh yea (my love, my love), oh yea (my love, my love), oh, you got the best of my love, whoa whoa, you got the best of my love, whoa whoa, you got the best of my love, whoa whoa, you got the best of my love, demonstrating sweet love and affection that you give so openly yeah, the way I feel about you baby can't explain it want the whole wide world to see, oh, but in my heart you're all I need, you for me and me for you (my love, my love), oh, it's growin' every day, oh (my love, my love)

“And I thought you only liked that rock shit,” Holland said quietly, keeping your body close to his as if you were keeping him from falling over and hurting himself. 

You shrugged, pursing your lips for a moment and burying a hand in his hair, tugging at the soft strands so gently that he couldn’t help but to lean into the touch. “I do like that rock shit… but if a song’s good, who gives a fuck about the genre?”

“Yet you’ll turn Elvis off within a second,” he pointed out. “Especially if we’re in the car.” 

“Elvis is a fucking vile cunt, that’s why,” you laughed. “And don’t say I’m being horrible about that cunt, you’ve said worse about him.” 

Holland rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh as he stole a kiss. “He deserves it, that’s why” 

“Yeah, he does,” you agreed with a grin. “Speaking of music, though, Boney M. are meant to be touring round here soon… if I could get tickets, you wanna come with?”

“Sure, if I can get the day off and find a babysitter,” he nodded. 

“We can bring Holly along with us,” you told him with a shrug. “It’s only Boney M., it’s not like we’re going to see Black Sabbath again.” 

He let out a soft grumble, thinking about how much fun that one had been. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” you reassured, pulling him in for a kiss. “We can bring her along - just don’t fucking get bollocksed and wander off. I don’t fancy getting security to help me haul your ass out of a ditch again.” 

“I won’t,” he shook his head. “I’ll be functional.” 

You pulled away, letting him whimper at the loss of contact, and turned your attention back to breakfast. “You hungry?”

“I can eat,” Holland agreed. “If you want me to stick around.” 

“Unfortunately, I always want you to stick around,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Even if you do break shit for a pastime.” 

“Yeah, but,” he came up behind you, resting his forehead against you as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Who else would take you to concerts?”

“You got me there,” you admitted. “Plus, no one else can make me laugh like you.” 

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Eaten Alive (1980)

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EATEN ALIVE!

Italy

1980

Directed by Umberto Lenzi

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Sorted screencaps from The Boys, S1-3. Found HERE.

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I watch a lot of erotic films as research for #SECSFest. With the apparent return of this site, this felt like an excellent place to share what I'm watching.

INDECENT EXPOSURE

Gary Graver, 1981, 97 min

featuring Veronica Hart, Jessie St. James, Robert Kerman, Eric Edwards, Georgina Spelvin

I was impressed by how great the vinegar syndrome restoration looks. The colors are bright and you can tell that this is from the Gary Graver that worked with Orson Wells.

The story and content are rather average for a 1980s flick. However, I greatly enjoyed when Georgina Spelvin appears and upends the traveling photography crew's relationships for the better.

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Put On Your Raincoats | G-Strings (Pachard, 1984)

Given the premise, about a fashion designer played by George Payne who may or may not be a woman, or at least think they are one, and the fact that the dynamic is presented with a slight veneer of psychological horror, one can read this movie as transphobic, but I think there’s a bit more complexity here. First, if I can offer a few words in Henri Pachard’s defense, in Viva Vanessa, he presents a scene between Vanessa Del Rio and trans performer Angelique Ricard, and treats it no differently from the other sex scenes, presenting both participants as desirable and the activity as enjoyable without any twists or gimmickry in the presentation. There is a scene with a trans performer here (somebody named Marilyn, who bears a slight resemblance to Marilu Henner that might explain the name but doesn’t seem to have any other credits). She is presented as desirable, although Payne is clearly getting off on her having a cock. But I dunno, the scene doesn’t play as ill-intentioned at least to my cishet eyes, certainly less than more recent trans porn can be. (I should concede that aside from some Kim Christy productions and a handful of scenes in other movies, I don’t have a good sense of what trans porn was like in the Golden Age.)

But I think this movie isn’t just treating this material as an easy gimmick, and is interested in gender and playing with a range of male archetypes. Jerry Butler is presented as the closest thing to an alpha male here, but doesn’t get any sex scenes. You get Robert Kerman is an exploitative management type, getting taken to task by Sue Nero. You get Alan Adrian, looking like Martin Short from Clifford, getting bossed around by Sharon Kane. And there’s Payne presenting as both man and woman, and being accepted and even seen as desirable as both. Payne’s casting brings a level of instability thanks to his talent for playing frightening characters, and the fact that the movie doesn’t reconcile his identity with our modern understanding of gender certainly adds to this, as do all the creepy mannequins, which give this an unsettling Maniac vibe, while Kelly Nichols’ desire for him and her struggle to grasp his identity give the movie something of a heart. I’m not saying there isn’t anything potentially objectionable here, but I find the movie’s handling of the subject too complex and thorny to dismiss.

And as a porno, once again, I must concede that Pachard knows what he’s doing, and like his other movies, he’s able to pull off scenes that are raunchy and high energy and specific without being demeaning. I think a lot of credit here goes to not just the cast, all of whom are in fine form, but also the screenplay co-written by Elissa Christine, which is full of dialogue that’s simultaneously filthy and florid, and just really pops. Let me leave you with some choice lines:

"Like a swimmer he dived straight through my skull. Molded his body into mine. So there were no thoughts, only layers upon layers of feeling."

"Stain her with your lips."

"It takes balls to sell the ass."

"You know I’m always looking out for America's full chested ladies."

"I never whine. I just complain in a soft voice."

"You like my pussy? 'Cause I'm soaking your precious panties that retail for twelve dollars."