“I’ve got news for you…it’s the community who comes to see what I do. Nobody forces them. Nobody grabs them, throws them into a car and strongarms them into the theater. The only obscene thing is this proceeding.”
Blair Harris, Bob Chinn, Delania Raffino, Don Fernando, gail palmer, Jesie St. James, John Holmes, Kandi Barbour, Kitty Shayne, Lauren Dominique, Paul Thomas, Richard Pacheco, Sharon Kane, third eye cinema podcast, Veri Knotty, vinegar syndrome
Vinegar Syndrome brings to light two more Bob Chinn efforts from 1979 with this month’s sole double feature. One’s pretty good. The other…
Venerable adult film director Bob Chinn and producer Gail Palmer once again join forces for yet another WWII based venture this time tapping into the same aesthetic as Don Edmonds and Dave Friedman’s Ilsa, Jesus Franco’s Wanda, the Wicked Warden and a rash of Italian productions by such entertaining bottom feeders as Bruno Mattei, Rino DiSilvestri and Luigi Baztella.
Bob Chinn, Candida Royalle, Carlos Tobalina, Cathouse Fever, Chris Warfield, Don Fernando, Dorothy LeMay, Fantasy World, Georgina Speivin, Herschel Savage, I am Always Ready, Jade Wong, Jesie St. James, John Holmes, Jon Martin, Kitty Shayne, Laura Lazare, Lauren Dominique, Michael Morrison, Mike Horner, Nina Fause, Paul Thomas, Purely Physical, Rhonda Jo Petty, Sharon Kane, The Ultimate Pleasure, third eye cinema podcast, Tropic of Desire, vinegar syndrome
It’s yet another unusual August where the expected oppressive heat and humidity are nowhere to be found, in favor of a cool, September style briskness.
Similarly, Vinegar Syndrome delivers a rather mixed bag of pristine prints of quite variable in value offerings from the height of hardcore’s moment in the mainstream – cool where they should be hot, more curious than carnal. Three are actually pretty decent views…the other three, utter wastes of celluloid. Let’s take a look, shall we?
Confession time: I’ve actually sat through Sadie twice, and still have no clue what to make of this one.
What you get: a Vietnam era drama with mid to low budget sets and costumerie, inappropriately anachronistic music having little or nothing to do with the era it’s set in, and more than a few rather dull hardcore bits sprinkled in for good measure. And trust me, that description sounds a whole lot better than it actually is.
“Sarah Jane, Sister Sara, you’re insane…but you always pull it off and walk away.”
With nudie-cutie specialist Manuel S. Conde working as DP and funded by legendary adult film producer Bob Chinn (who made John Holmes into a household name with his Johnny Wadd films and was responsible for such interesting exotica as The Devil’s Garden), director Walt Davis (of Substitution and the Danish Connection fame) delivers a twee bit of nonsense that comes off half early 70’s exploitation fare and half summer stock comedy, ultimately falling into a skewed universe all its own.