Of Ilsa and her ilk

A new documentary, Stalags, examines the pornographic paperbacks, featuring colorful depictions of buxom SS officers bending captives to their will, that cropped up in Israel around the time of the Holocaust trials in the early 1960s.

Claims by Max Mosley to the contrary notwithstanding - and as a subsequent slew of sexploitative titles will attest - Nazi iconography can pack a huge libidinous wollop. In a comprehensive review of the film, Lauren Wissot discusses the film's powerful dissecting of the phenomenon:

Simply put, this film is a revelation. Like the best investigative journalists, Libsker patiently sifts through each and every contradiction to discover that something that would seem so horrifically paradoxical on its face proves ultimately inevitable beneath the surface. How could Israeli Nazi pornography even exist, let alone be a widespread phenomenon? Stalags answers, “How could it not?”

Stalags open tonight at NYC's Film Forum and runs through 4/22.

Talk dirty to me.

Oddly enough, we've forgotten all about tawdry, anonymous sex in a men's room stall, but can't stop thinking about Mr. Clinton. Just how nasty do you mean?!?

(Hat-tip jwirenius)

Jet Set Sex

Right coast, left coast, we've somewhat lost track in our travels, but we're off to the airport now.

Actually old enough to remember a time when everybody dressed up to fly, now we'll just have to content ourselves with My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult and fantastizing about the flight crew...

Catching up with the furries.

We're not sure what it is, but lately we've been feeling several steps behind in catching up with just about everything. Hopefully we're getting a handle on that. One day... taxes nailed! The next... we're clawing through the episodes that have been stockpiling for our eventual viewing pleasure osmosis.

So, with many thanks to the wonders of digital video, we recently caught up with Entourage's "The Day F*ckers," in which assumed comic relief side-kicks, Turtle and Drama, encounter still more wacky, sexual hijinks in the wilds of Hollywood. This time, barely recovered from their humilating ordeal of sex with old chicks, Turtle comes across a hot blonde who has very specific notions of what she wants from him.



It's put a bit less delicately in the actual dialogue, but sex still being sex for one of them, no matter the trappings, herein is the storyline's, er, denouement:

Men in suits alert!

How lucky are we to have a secret fetish that's actually not not safe for work? (Though, come to think of it, such fetish can sometimes make the actual practice of work a little dangerous.)

Tonight's the premiere of Mad Men on AMC. In addition to the previously noted men in suits - as this trailer promises, "...reliable... confident ... and hiding something" - the distance of its early 60s setting will also permit lots of glamourous smoking, drinking and carousing, along with the type of hot, retro lingerie that looks so much better than it generally feels.

As to the retro (or, er, not) rampant bad boy sexism depicted? Let's just try that on as a little winking roleplay and, safeword on the ready - we'll give it a go!