cinemasewer | Entries tagged with 1970s

Haven't done this for awhile. Ok, here we go! Let's start with a rather interesting 1960s phenomenon in adult magazines: The cartoon mascot. Influenced by Playboy (which, for it's first years always had a cartoon bunny that looked like a rather dapper TRIX rabbit), many of the magazines that were trying for a classier motif would employ a dashing cartoon animal fellow who would inhabit live photos and leer at girls like a pervy Roger Rabbit. There are many examples of this, but here are a couple that I like:

Actually, I adore that lovely girl on the cover of that issue of Jaguar, so lets see some more of her.

Her name is Mandy Lou Darvis, and I have no idea what became of her, but at the time of these pics she lived in Allentown PA, was 23 years old, and worked as a dental technician.

Check it out. Motherfucking Snake Plisken, yo. Italian porn style! ^_^

I was about to make a John Lennon joke for this one, and then I realized he looked more like a guy in one of those the 1990's Manchester bands. I can't think of a good Stone Roses or a decent Inspiral Carpets joke, though. Oh well.

Holy shit. They sure knew how to get a guy to plunk down his $2.00 at the magazine stand back then, didn't they? Who could resist the "Lush Dames" of TORCHY?

Deer in the headlights.

This issue of Dian Hansen's LEGSHOW had a pretty boring cover, but I really liked this back cover she used! Haha! Radness. I know a few smartasses the "6'3 Amazon" could help me with.

I don't even know what to say about this. Kinda hot, though.

As usual, I'm gonna save the best til last:

Take note: "Pizza Ass" required $15 of your hard-earned 1981 dollars to take a copy home from the dirty magazine store. Adjusted for inflation, that is $35.00. But c'mon, it's PIZZA ASS! Who wouldn't?!

Star Babe (1977 Dir: Ann Perry)
Pretty much everything you need to know about Star Babe arrives in the form of narration in the first minute as we hurtle through the depths of space:

“In the year 2080, god created three lovely space maidens. One was born on the planet Shook, her name was Star Babe. The planet of Eros gave us our second space lady named Twinkle Toes. Our third femme fatale was from the outer regions called Milky Way, and that also was her name. These three lovely creatures worked for the united world space agency. Their assignment was to take their space craft to the planet Phallus, rumoured to be plotting an overthrow of Earth. Our three ladies were instructed to interrogate the local government men in their various talented ways. Their ultimate goal: find and decode the plans for the earth overthrow… and stop them!”

This has to be the most welfare sci-fi film ever created for theatrical projection. Seriously, the monitors in their spaceship are just a few old tv sets, the walls are papered in tin foil, and creature FX on display consist of some douchebag in a dusty old gorilla suit. And don’t even get me started on all the boring NASA stock footage. Still, you have to respect the brass labias on director Ann Perry for this blatant Star Wars cash-in, especially after you witness the Cantina scene. In Star Babe it takes place at “The Anus Bar”, which is just a shitty run-down strip club populated by guys in ill-fitting rubber masks wearing bed sheets!

You have to see this crap to believe it, especially when Darth Vader and his stormtroopers show up to fuck on a hay bale (shhh, don’t tell George Lucas). And you know what? Lets just pretend we didn’t see the scene where Star Babe finally finds the plans in a guy’s asshole while she’s in the middle of tonguing it.

— Robin Bougie

One of my recent ebay scores is a set of little mini porno magazines from Paris that were published in 1973. A small independent smutty-book publisher named Transports Presse was run out of this small apartment in Paris at 21 Saint-Martin Blvd, just 8 doors down from another little shitty little apartment where Georges Melies was born in December of 1861. Melies is famous as the creator of special effects in movies, and made some of the most famous early examples of cinema, including A TRIP TO THE MOON (1902), and THE IMPOSSIBLE VOYAGE (1904). Look em up on youtube, they're spectacular.

Anyway, that little black door is apt 21, which is upstairs from those shops. This is what it looks like today.

Each of these little porno magazines is an illustrated story, and most of them are credited to Jeanine Le Pommeray. I don't know if she just wrote and published them, or also took the photos as well. What I'm thinking is that the photos might have been taken from a French sex film, and then she just added the story. Or maybe she did everything. I dunno! The other name on a couple issues is Serge Esnault. Maybe they were boyfriend and girlfriend and ran this little smut company, or maybe they were simply employees. It's fun to speculate, anyhow. This kinda stuff is why I love these kinds of finds. The discovery of it all.

My favourite of these issues is ARTSEX #5 - So you want to be in the movies?". Here is the cover:

It's a little color/B+W 32 page story, with only one ad for a local dirty book store called "Sex Shop Vergile". My French is really rusty, but I was able to gather the main gist of the storyline mainly because of the lovely photos. Basically it goes like this:

Ermes and Jovanka are an upwardly mobile Parisienne couple who want to break into the world of sexy filmmaking like their heroes "Pasolini and Bertolucci". So they find a young hippy girl on the street named Philipa, and invite her back to their place to take part in a casting session. Philipa has very few reservations, and even less modesty.

"What are you going to do to prove to us that you're worthy of our attention?" Jovanka says, as a challenge. Philipa, unblinking, grabs Ereme's black russian and makes it into a white russian.

Jovanka, unimpressed, continues. "We've got to pay 'les salaries' of 'les techniciens' and 'les operateurs'. Too much is at stake, here. Get down on the floor, 'salope' (bitch). Get down on the floor and show me how bad you want to be my star."

Then a bunch of hot dyke shit goes down for the next 8 pages. Ermes is digging it, and starts to orchestrate their positions. He likes to witness the actions of 'une fille vulgaire'. (a vulgar girl). "Le grand rite saphique commence spontanement!"

"I think we should make this movie about us" says Ermes, as he doffs his duds and starts penetrating some excited puss.

Then at some point there is a role reversal of some kind, and the girls turn on Ermes, and force feed him a bunch of booze.

This fucking thing is great. ARTSEX rules! I'll post some scans from another issue soon

Pretty stoked about something I just got on ebay from a seller in baltimore. He says:

"These photos have an interesting history. A guy in California bought out the archives of several major adult publishers about 25 years ago that included negatives, photos, magazines and much more. These ones were used by Parliament publications. This guy sold them through catalogs and then later on eBay. That is how I got them."

Here is the cover of one of my 1970s Parliament mags, so you guys can get an idea. They were really nice slicks that usually had good quality photos, and even nicer quality glossy paper. They were based out of LA, and were a little more hardcore than the other mags on the newstand at the time, as they were doing spread beaver shots when other more mainstream magazines like Gallery and Swank were just getting around to showing pubes.

And here is what I won in the ebay auction for $60 including shipping. They are 8X10s, and original silver gelatin prints -- not like the resin paper they print on today. I love that they still have the cut lines and notes to the art department on them. Really really jazzed about these photos! ^_^

Now I just need to find the magazines "Eve's Rib", "Line and Form", "Night Gals", "Action Wives" and "Skirts Up" to see what they looked like in print! I think that would be cool to compare. Man, I'm such a nerd.

Here is an amazing essay all about the man who started Parliament Publications, Milton Luros! Check it out!
http://efanzines.com/EK/eI17/#everybody

This cost me $12.00 including shipping, but it was worth EVERY penny. I only made a dozen or so scans here, but I could have done another dozen easy. This whole 112 page issue of Chopper is gold, man. GOLD. I want more-more-more, but other vintage issues seem to be fetching between $25 and $55 online before shipping, and that is too rich for my Bougie-blood. Guess I'll just keep my eyes peeled at garage sales and such.

Anyway, lets get to it! Chopper! The Winter 1979 issue! YEEE-HAW!

"Hooker Headers"? Is that biker talk for "tits"?

So many amazing picks of dudes and their "mamas" in here. I like this pair. Apparently so does he.

I like that the girls all have real bodies, and some of them look pretty average. It's a refreshing change from the Stepford Wives thing going on in todays porn. Interchangable fuck-barbies with dead eyes. Blah. Who can tell them apart? I want personality, dammit.

This is one of my fave photos in the whole mag. Love the graphic design choice of the "Dixie" lettering especially.

Oh man. That dude is so gross. Spit on your open palm and then smear that all over your face, and that is what it would feel like to be kissed by him.

Hey single ladies! This bachelor's name is "Buck"! Please ladies! Take a number! (They're in his dumpster and they're written on cardboard) He'll see all of you eventually, but there is only one Buck to go around, so be patient.

Something else this issue is filled with. Amazing van/bike paintings. This one is my fave. So fucking insane.

Towards the back is an ad for bongs. Even the ads in this thing are full of naked biker sluts. Anyway, this bong is incredible. Rebecca said it looks like it's been "pre-filthied prior to purchase".

Wowies.

There is a giant photo essay about a field trip that a biker gang made to a mid-western prison to hang out with the prisoners for a day, and show off their bikes. Then they got together afterwards and drank a bunch of booze and pulled on their bitches titties for awhile until the cops showed up. Amazingly the article said they did all this with the blessing of the prison.

Russ Meyer regular Ushi Digart and a sweet trike! YES!!

Peek-a-boo, my splayed junk sees you!

Thanks for checking out my scans. Now let's ROLL OUT.

San Francisco hooker Angel (redhead Phaedra Grant) is a confident strutter with street-savvy and cool to spare, but despite that gets caught up in a convenience store robbery that transforms into a high speed chase with her riding shotgun in John Leslie’s off duty cop car. This is, bar none, the greatest car chase action spectacular in classic porn history. I’m talking thrills, crashes, blowjobs, a pounding soundtrack, and a motorcyclist that rockets off his bike, flies through a window, and plops right on top of a humping couple! I don’t know who director Paul Levis was (this is his only credit), but given his use of stuntmen and the professional look of this movie, I would not be surprised to find out that he was a non-porn filmmaker working under a false name. Despite this set-up, that is where the coherency and anything resembling a straightforward narrative quickly end. The robber is played by Jon Martin (credited as Jerry Smith), and we later witness him having a bunch of sex, which turns out to be with John Leslie’s horny wife (Eileen Welles as “Constance Penny”). Then some random woman (Paula Brown) dances around and has fantasies about being on a merry-go-round before having some sticky lesbian fumblings with Lisa Sue Corey (credited as Sylvia Rodgers). Before you know it, their orange velour bedspread turns into gold chrome (???) and they do a sexy dyke dance in front of a big mirror. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any weirder, now we’re in a glittering discothèque full of naked people and mannequins, and a black funk band on stage in Kiss-style face paint jam out a ditty called “Disco Daze” while getting their weenies nibbled by Desiree Cousteau and Andrea Lange! As hilarious as this is, it doesn’t hold a candle to what is about to transpire, as the whole scene becomes a synchorized dance number! Yep, the band breaks into their big dancefloor hit “Suck on my cock” and all the dudes line up with their dongs out and stomp towards the thrilled gals, who crawl on their knees and gyrate as dick pistons into them perfectly in time with the ridiculous music.

The well-rehearsed line-dance coitus choreography is hardly Busby Berkeley quality, but the bubble/smoke machine and laser light show certainly put a seventies version of him in mind. Clearly the people who made this charming nonsense had a fucking blast making it, and its enthusiasm is certainly contagious. This is the movie you bust out for friends who want a good example of why classic porn is so fun. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0123540/

Here's a commission I just finished. Some of you cats have been wanting to see a little more of my process, so I actually took the time to scan my pencils this time around, and then even had a little fun coloring them in photoshop! Weeee! Ok, back to work.

One of my fave old vintage men's magazines is Cavalier, mostly because they often published cartoonists Otis Sweat and Vaughn Bode, two of my fave men's magazine cartoonists EVER! But more than that, they often had some really really great photos, and did a nice job hiring skilled photographers. The paper quality wasn't always the best, but hey, you can't have it all, especially not at whatever paltry cover price they were charging.

Let us have a peek-a-book at some of the ladies in this issue.

Now here, this is exactly what I'm talking about. How cool is the double exposure technique when applied to nudes? Why didn't more mags in the 70s do this?? So rad.

Here's a model named "Danny" in a shoot called "Violet Eyes". Have a good look at her, and see if you recognize her. You electronic music nerds should have an especially close look.

Give up? She's the cover model for the excellent "Electronic Toys" compilations! That above shot with her in the wicked-groovy pants is in the liner notes of vol. 1!

Here's another one of her just for good measure:

Here's the cover model again. I really like her hair!

Love that girl's eyes. Actually, her whole face is insanely super. The hottest thing in the magazine, and there isn't even nudity. Isn't that always the way? No wonder they closed the mag out with her. Alluring as shit, and NO DUCK LIPS! Take notes, modern day girls on the internet.

I'm kind of giddy right now, because I just discovered that Catherine Ringer, the actress who played the SUPER-MEGA-ADORABLE teenage ballet-dancer-lesbian-in-pigtails who headlined in Lasse Braun's euro-XXX 1978 classic BODY LOVE....

....was also the lead singer of French band Rita Mitsouko, who had this crazy Devo-esque music video that I really loved when I was in Junior High:

I love her socks and her crazy dancing.Catchy song, too.

If you and I have pretty similar tastes in music, and you don't know this track -- BE SURE TO CLICK IT! You're going to love it. It's some early 70s funk-cake that has been dipped in some folk/jazz batter for a little extra flavour. It's one of my faves.

When I curl up on the sofa with some dirty ol' 1970s smut magazines, I like to make it an immersive experience that includes music. Here is one of my go-to tracks:

Remember when I got a copy of FAST WILLIE JACKSON #1? http://bougieman.livejournal.com/531821.html Well, I got some more on ebay this week! Issues #3 and #6. Here are some scans:

Best Archie style comic EVER! ^_^

Rebecca and I watched this tonight after we had our little Orson celebration, and it was the perfect choice. Totally nuts, and piles of silly costumes and amazing model buildings, ships, and asteroids! The trailer gives you a taste of it all, for sure. In 1978 this was the biggest budget Japanese movie of all time!

And yeah, a fuckin' galleon in space! They drive that galleon around like it owns the place! It's righteous