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IT'S ENOUGH to make you nostalgic for good ol', all-American porn. Hard core, soft core, Peace Corps-doesn't matter. All I know is: Bed hopping beats head chopping.
But bed-hopping/head-chopping is the worst.
Unfortunately, that's what America is in for, thanks to the newest rage in Hollywood: torture porn.
You know-movies where women are bound and gagged, have tubes shoved up their noses and blood spurting out. And then they're hung upside down with-in hommage to Janet Jackson-a single breast exposed.
And you thought "Wedding Crashers" was crass.
While it is indisputably great to live in a country where freedom of expression is guaranteed, it is also vomit-inducing to hear that this kind of movie is becoming, hohum, just another cinematic genre. Let's see, we've got musicals, comedies, dramas and, oh yes, that new category where the star gets raped and disemboweled.
As reported by this magazine, the latest upchuck of this genre...