Clearly a very important moment in American film history.
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Clearly a very important moment in American film history.
The Headless Eyes (1971)
“Shit goes down. Life gets sour, and before you know it, you are doing things you would have never dreamed of during the better times. It's easy to let volatile situations get to you and fall into a downward spiral that has permanent results. The subtly is the fucked up part. It comes in almost painless waves. You start acting out of desperation, the negativity compounds, and soon you are doing weird, disturbing things that would make your grandma puke bile in shock. That could mean many different things depending on who you are, whether its questionable shit in a park for money, hard drugs and or a job in retail. It's complicated--what some would call wit's end might be daily life for others. All time lows are relative and based on things like privilege. If you are lucky, before things get too bad, you will hit a stopping point of some kind, where rational wins over, and a voice inside shouts “what the fuck am I doing?” Or you won't, and shit will get a lot worse before you ultimately die in a way no one wants to talk about. That is the defining moment. Say, for example, you are at a point in your life when robbing some lady's home seems like a good idea and during that caper, your eye was gouged out with a spoon. One would hope this would bring with it some kind of breaking point and some humbling realizations that make you turn your life around or at least think twice before your next B and E. But you never know, you might just rush further down that dark trail, strap on an eye patch and start killing random people instead, like Arthur in The Headless Eyes (1971).”
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Great Sexpectations (1984), Henri Pachard’s sequel to his industry-malaise flick Sexcapades. Eric Edwards returns as Pachard stand-in Harry Crocker. There’s some fun dialogue and good behind-the-scenes of an X set just as the golden age was ending.
The first two roughies in the Ron Sullivan: The Early Years set released by Melusine aren’t necessarily good, but you can see the wheel turning and Sullivan figuring it out. So many classic Pachard shots already established early on.
Ron Sullivan: The Early Years was my Black Friday splurge.
Sexcapades | Henri Pachard | 1983
A rather unassuming title, Henri Pachard gets personal in Sexcapades, a surprisingly sharp industry ennui flick in line with Gerard Damiano’s Skin-Flicks (1978), Larry Revene’s Raw Talent (1984) and Pachard’s own (and better) Matinee Idol (1984). Eric Edwards plays adult director Harry Corker, whose move to mainstream documentary work has taken a turn for the worse and is forced to go back to porn in order to pay the bills. It’s something that was on Pachard’s mind as the video transition loomed. If only he knew what he would be directing ten years down the line.
Sharon Mitchell plays against type as Edwards’ prudish wife. She’s fantastic as always. The dynamic between the two is perfect and sour, and I can’t help but wonder if it mirrored Pachard’s own marital malaise just as his career was reaching a creative and commercial peak. That same year, he would churn out three of his best films: Public Affairs, Mascara, and Babylon Blue.
Oh, a sequel, Great Sexpectations, came out in 1984.
The incredible Sharon Mitchell as a prudish wife in Henri Pachard’s Sexcapades (1983), a surprisingly good industry ennui flick.