Why is such a big deal gets made over low-brow scumpuppies like Larry Flynt when there are people out there with much more imaginative means of being offensive?
Rough hewn comics, cut and paste layout, and tales of getting drunk and doing stuff that, when remembered, you’d probably wish you could’ve blacked out instead.
From an insomniac and a $5 blowjob from somebody’s mother, to serial killing, to white trash piss Elvis’, to child molesters, to walking corpses as art.
It keeps you up on the latest dirt from the Dream Factory without shying away from saying what other movie journals don’t have the celluloid cojones to say.