Assault! Jack the Ripper
A couple who find that killing is the only thing that works, followed all the way down.
479 entries. Curated, not exhaustive. A short shelf of things worth knowing about beats a long one nobody can navigate.
A couple who find that killing is the only thing that works, followed all the way down.
Wakamatsu wires the pink film to a detonator and steps back.
The most elegant film ever filed under sexploitation, and the reason Metzger belongs in the canon.
The Richard Speck murders restaged as avant-garde pink film. Wakamatsu's coldest hour.
Dumas restaged in a mod furniture showroom. The best-looking softcore of its year by a mile.
West Germany's pseudo-documentary sex series. Thirteen entries, vast profits, zero shame.
The film that made Nikkatsu's S&M line a going concern. Rope, and lots of it.
Same Ilsa, new empire. The harem keeps the whip, loses the swastika.
Black Emanuelle wanders into a cannibal picture, and D'Amato lets both halves misbehave.
Nazisploitation with a real budget and Tinto Brass's dirty fingerprints. Ilsa was the knock-off.
The art film that shipped its own negatives abroad to beat Japan's censors. Unsimulated, and deadly serious about it.
The film that made softcore respectable at the box office. Glossy, empty, and enormously profitable.