Following the revolutionary decision by ABC to make the lead character of one of their sitcoms a lesbian, the other networks are looking to break new ground.
We manufactured designer “accessories of Godliness” at the Sweatshop of Heavenly Piecework. These were rare and glorious times and I have the scabs to prove it.
The story as Bockris tells it fits snugly in the space reserved for biographies of other driven, creative men – brilliant in art, an ungodly pain to be around.
Essential reading for anyone bemoaning the death of free expression in America, and an inspiration to the disgruntled and dispossessed in this fragmented culture.
Kingpin is but the latest manifestation of the so-stupid-it’s-smart lowbrow gag-film, that venerable tradition inaugurated by National Lampoon’s Animal House.
Allow me to shriek a hymn of praise to the quarter-century re-emergence of America’s own cinematic Sleazehenge, the cross-dressing, merde-munching, pullet- humping Godfather of celluloid atrocities, John Waters’ Pink Flamingos.
If Bad Religion’s tour bus driving West at 69 mph, and collided with Def Leppard who were traveling East in a train going 92 mph, the resulting sound would be:
I was chasing a dream of rock ‘n’ roll stardom, playing electric ocarina in a band comprised of a bunch of malcontents, layabouts, and known mousse abusers.
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?