Girls in
Salo (1975)

Requiem for a Heavy Breather: Bill Landis, 1959-2008

Sleazoid Express creator Bill Landis was a pioneering publisher who really did change the world (for the better), an endlessly imaginative writer, a performer in hardcore films during theatrical porn’s Golden Age and a projectionist who worked Times Square’s glorious toilet-bowl theaters.

At the same time, Bill Landis was also a miserable junkie, a hyper-paranoid head-case, and a world-class pain-in-the-ass.

And now Bill Landis is dead, at age 49, from a heart attack.

I miss him already. And I always will. Read all about it after the jump.

A Skintroduction to Mr Skin's Man in the Feels

Editor's Note: McBeardo is Mr Skin’s resident sexpert on weird, cult, fringe, midnight, underground and/or any other extreme form of skinema.

He reports from the frontlines and backrooms of most skintimidating screening halls on the planet – not the least of which is the place where he keeps his couch.

The opinions of McBeardo are not necessarily those of Mr Skin, MrSkin.com, or any related affiliates. The ideas as to what constitutes a “wild time” are definitely not Mr Skin’s, period.

Please click McBeardo's mitt on the magnifincent bosom on Nekromistress to go to the next page and read his first column.

The Wicked Imagination of History's Most Notorious Writer Has Made for Some of Skinema's Most Indelible Excursions Into Extreme Sex

Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.
—D.A.F. Sade

This year marks the 268th birthday of one of history's most notorious figures, the Divine Marquis, Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade.

The Marquis de Sade's name is synonymous with perversion and sexual abandon, although Sade's writings more than his life reflect an obsession with debauchery, excess, and violently erotic transgression.

Since not everyone is likely to find time to read his many novels, plays, and essays, Mr. Skin has compiled a list of essential viewing for the Sadean skinephile.

Severin Films brings mind-and-lap-blowing skinema faves such as Gwendoline and The Sinful Dwarf to DVD. Get the skinny from one of the brains behind the awesome outfit.

Today marks the 268th birthday of one of history's most notorious figures, the Divine Marquis, Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade. The Marquis de Sade's name is synonymous with perversion and sexual license, although Sade's writings more than his life reflect an obsession with debauchery, excess, and transgression. Since not everyone is likely to find time to read his many novels, plays, and essays, I've compiled a list of essential viewing for the Sadean skinephile.

Eugenie... the Story of Her Journey Into Perversion (1970)

Jess Franco's adaptation of Sade's Eugenie de Franval moves the action from the 18th to the 20th century and stars Swedish sweetheart Marie Liljedahl as the titular naif who gets corrupted spending a weekend with the older and worldlier Maria Rohm. Check out the redlit lesbo scene between the two women- it's a skinstant classic!

Justine de Sade (1972)

Based on the story of Sade's impossibly put-upon but pluckily Pollyanna-ish heroine Justine, the oddly titled Justine de Sade features the naked talent of Alice Arno, who puts her rack, rump on rug on display over and over again as she goes from one group of sadistic sex maniacs to the next, exemplifying Sade's subititle for Justine, "The Misfortunes of Virtue."

Justine and Juliette (1975)

While Justine is constantly being abused by everyone who she comes across without being corrupted herself, her separated-at-birth sister Juliette is corrupt and depraved from the start and is just as much a victimizer as Justine is a victim. This juxtaposition is the basis for the raunchy sex comedy Justine and Juliette starring, as the two sisters, Marie Forsa and Anne Bie Warburg, who share a fully nude outdoor lesbo love scene in the 1976 sex comedy Bel Ami. It may not be skin-cestuous, but its close enough!

Salo (1975)

When Sade died, he believed that the manuscript for his masterpiece 120 Days of Sodom, which he wrote on a long sheet of parchment and concealed in a crack in the wall of his prison cell, had been lost forever. But he was wrong and the unfinished manuscript was eventually found and published in 1904 and went on to be the skin-spiration for Salo, the final film of famed Italian director Pier Paolo Pasolini, completed before a teenaged hustler murdered him by running him over with Pasolini's own car. Sade's novel tells the story of a group of debauched nobles who hide themselves away in a country estate to indulge their increasingly violent lusts with a stable of male and female prostitutes. Pasolini sets the story during World War II and replaces Sade's nobles with fascists, but leaves in all the violence and depraved sex (including coprophagia). Not for the faint of heart, Salo is gross-out cinema whose gore gives Herschell Gordon Lewis a run for his money and whose skin will make you run for the Kleenex!