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Joe Sarno Day

 

‘Joe Sarno bridged the gap between the nudist and nudie-cutie films of the late 1950s and early 1960s and the hard-core genre that developed after sexually explicit films like Deep Throat came on the scene in the early 1970s. His early films were straightforwardly, even single-mindedly erotic, although flashes of nudity came only intermittently and the sex act took place outside the frame. Shot in a self-consciously artistic style, films like Red Roses of Passion (1966) and Odd Triangle (1968) explored the anxiety-haunted, tentative steps toward sexual liberation of middle-class suburbanites born too early to experience the uninhibited self-expression of the baby-boom generation.

‘“He was one of the pioneers of the American sexploitation film and a driving force in the sexual revolution of the 1960s,” Mr. Bowen said. “The films were gritty, down to earth, with a very distinctive style. At their best they were very dirty — they just did not have explicit sex.”

‘His film career began when the Navy, mistakenly believing that he had filmed bombing runs during the war, asked him to direct training films. He accepted the offer and then headed off to buy a book on cinematography. Over the next several years he made dozens of training films for the Navy and industrial films for military contractors. His first venture into feature films came when an independent producer approached him to write the screenplay for an erotic film, Nude in Charcoal, which was released in 1961 and shown, like all of Mr. Sarno’s films, in grind-house theaters.

‘Mr. Sarno wrote the screenplays for all 75 of the 35-millimeter films he made over the next 15 years, and for his subsequent hard-core films. The first film for which he received sole directing credit, Lash of Lust (1962), was never released. Atypically, it was an erotic costume drama about Gaul in the time of the Romans, shot in the forests of upstate New York. With Sin in the Suburbs (1963), Mr. Sarno hit his stride. His glimpse into the sex lives of bored suburbanites was commercially successful and helped kick-start the sexploitation genre. “I went for the ragged, realistic look more than anything, and I was more interested in psychology and character development than most of the other filmmakers at that time,” he said in a 2006 interview for the Torino Film Festival.

‘Mr. Sarno began shooting in color with Moonlighting Wives (1966), about an ambitious suburban housewife who organizes a prostitution ring to solve her money problems. In 1968, seeking to capitalize on the success of I Am Curious (Yellow), an avant-garde Swedish film whose sexual content had made it an international hit a year earlier, he traveled to Sweden to film Inga,  a sexual-awakening story. Its success, and the thrill of filming at a studio used by Ingmar Bergman, inspired Mr. Sarno to make an annual trip to Sweden to film with Swedish crews and actors for the American market.

‘In the early 1970s Mr. Sarno made some of his most joyous and accomplished films, notably Confessions of a Young American Housewife (1974), Abigail Lesley Is Back in Town (1975), Laura’s Toys (1975) and Misty (1976). But the onrush of hard-core films eliminated the market for his style of sex film. After 1977 he made dozens of explicit sex films, all shot on video and none under his real name. Although he had filmed Deep Throat II, a soft-core sequel to Deep Throat, in 1974 and worked with some of the hard-core industry’s biggest stars in films like All About Gloria Leonard (1980) and Deep Inside Annie Sprinkle (1981), he had virtually no interest in simply filming sex acts.

‘He stopped working in 1990, but as younger film scholars and filmmakers rediscovered his early films, he became the subject of tributes and retrospectives in the United States and Europe. He re-entered the sexploitation arena in 2004 with Suburban Secrets, a film that harked back to his glory years. Many of his films from the 1960s and early 1970s have been reissued by companies like Something Weird Video.’ — William Grimes

 

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Further

Joe Sarno @ IMDb
Joe Sarno’s films @ Something Weird
Joe Sarno’s films @ Mondo Digital
‘The Divine Joe Sarno’, a film by Virgile Iscan
‘Peggy Sarno on life with her husband Joe, the “Ingmar Bergman of porn”‘
‘The Sultan of Sophisticated Smut: Joe Sarno (1921 – 2010)’
‘Joseph W. Sarno est mort’
‘Joe Sarno & the Good Works’
‘Sin in the Suburbs: Deceased Artiste Joe Sarno’
‘Joe Sarno, Tamer of “Wildcats”’
‘”Dirty Movies”: a porn world love story’
‘CINEMA BIS: “HOMMAGE A JOE SARNO”‘

 

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Trailer: ‘Joe Sarno: A Life in Dirty Movies’


Joe Sarno on his early erotic features


In Memory of Joe Sarno

 

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Interview: Michael J. Bowen on Joe Sarno
from Moonlight in the Gutter

 

I know you the most from your extraordinary work documenting and writing on Joe Sarno but can you tell us about some of your earlier work as a film historian and writer.

Michael J. Bowen: Historical research is essentially tedious and empirical. The first few times you phone up an old film personality and conduct an interview, it’s kinda fun, but ultimately the real work is 80% document-based. I’m sure I’ve ruined my eyesight reading through thirty years’ worth of Variety and scanning old film ads on microfilm, but that’s were you collect most of your data. In rare instances some of my interview contacts have preserved records that they’ve been kind enough to share with me – always very exciting – but that’s an exception. I’ve often said, documenting the careers of low-budget outsider filmmakers (as opposed to “big names”) is like the difference between eating crabs and eating lobsters – no tail meat! But over time I’ve been able to pull together lots and lots of scraps of information that are gradually beginning to add up to some sort of a “big picture.” In truth, I’m probably more of an archivist than a writer by nature; I enjoy building my dossiers and databases and think of books and articles as just a means for delivering the info. That said, I hope the interpretive aspects of my writing speak in some meaningful way to the films I engage with: that’s where writing really trumps evidence.

How were you first introduced to the cinema of Joe Sarno and how did you first come into contact with him?

MJB: first saw Joe’s films, like many people, on Something Weird videotapes. The day we met was memorable because it was September 10, 2001, the day before the World Trade Center was attacked. At any rate, I just thought Joe was the most extraordinarily kind and sincere guy – and I fell in love with Peggy right off the bat – so we just sort of became friends. Then I realized that Joe’s career needed to be documented badly. So I guess you could say that my installation as Joe’s biographer was kind of an outgrowth of the fact that I liked the guy so much and was always enthused about the prospect of foraging in new fields. Since so many of his films were missing or dispersed or difficult to find at the time I met him, it probably took a couple of years for me to actually get to see the majority of his work.

To my eyes Sarno is one of the key filmmakers of the sixties and seventies. For folks who are just being introduced to his works what film would you recommend as an ideal introduction, and do you have a personal favorite you would like to share with us?

MJB: Overall, I’ve always felt that Joe Sarno fans are very self-selected: there’s a certain rhythm to his work that not everybody is able to groove with. My favorites of Joe’s films tend to reflect my own interest in cinematic minimalism, films where Joe simply lets a situation build and is not primarily focused on the mechanics of technique. I usually weed out the Sarnoites from the tourists by suggesting that they watch Vibrations (1968): if that doesn’t strike you as one of the best fucking movies ever made, then you probably aren’t going to get too carried away by the rest of his work. For me, Vibrations is Sarno in crack form… one light, agonizingly tight framing, oodles of repressed desire. Perfect.

Among his earlier efforts (and don’t forget that several of his mid-Sixties films are still officially “lost”), I really like The Sex Cycle: it’s so naïve yet so engaging it literally makes me high: it’s like a dream I want to remember forever. And in terms of his later soft-core work, Abigail Lesley and Misty (if you can find a bootleg) are so melancholy and sincere that I feel they ought to be counted among the top 100 films of the 1970s.

Your liner-notes that have graced Sarno’s DVDs are extremely insightful and informative. Do you have plans in the future on perhaps releasing a full-scale biography?

MJB: Sometime in the next few years (but please don’t hold me that that!), there will be a major Joe Sarno biography. Joe had an extraordinary career and it has to be accurately documented. I also spent many, many hours interviewing him on audiotape a few years ago, so there are lots of observations he made that I want to get out there.

I know you have had the great fortune to meet and interview many of Sarno’s key collaborators and actors. Is there someone in particular that has proven elusive that you would like to sit down with?

MJB: Yes. Her name is Patricia McNair and she starred in many of Joe’s seminal sexploitation classics of the mid-1960s under the name Lorraine or Laurene Claire. She was an extraordinary presence in Joe’s films and someone I have never been able to track down.

Before he passed away you helped Sarno on the extras of his extraordinary Abigail Lesley is Back in Town. I think the film is a masterpiece and the DVD that came out earlier this year became an instant favorite. Along with the incredible commentary and interviews you got to go back to Sarno’s hometown of Amityville with him. Can you talk about this mini-doc a bit as I find it incredibly moving?

MJB: Since Joe shot most of Abigail Lesley in and around Amityville, we wanted to go back and find some of the locations he used. We had, in fact, not planned to interview him in the car on the way out there, but I am so grateful that my extraordinary cameraman, Scooter McCrae, thought to start rolling while we talked. Then, of course, we were lucky enough to have had access to the house where Joe grew up since his childhood friend Henry Marcley now lived there – a wonderful guy! So I wish I could say that I had the prescience to plan everything that happened that day, but it just kind of fell together – as it turns out, less than a year before Joe passed away. I’m very glad we got it on tape.

The late Jamie Gillis also was on hand for the film’s extras. What were your impressions of him and did you get the sense that he was happy to have some of his work recognized as important? Jamie was an extremely sincere, intense, thoughtful guy the few times I met him and he seemed to think the world of Joe as a director. I believe he was very happy to receive recognition for his work as an actor – not just a porn star – during his last few years.

By the late seventies, Sarno was working fairly actively in the adult film industry. How did Sarno feel about his time in that industry and did he have any favorite performers from the era he worked with?

MJB: Joe was a director’s director: if he wasn’t making a movie, he didn’t know what to do with himself. So I know he put his heart and soul into making explicit, X-rated films as well. That having been said, he also frequently observed that he felt there were inherent limitations to what one could do with a film with hardcore content, so it wasn’t his favorite way to work. But given the vagaries of the adult film market, he was very grateful to have the chance to stay in production and was proud of every film he made.

In terms of his favorite actors, Joe got along with 99% of his actors famously, so I doubt he privileged one over the other. He was very fond of Tina Russell, Georgie Spelvin (a great lady!), Jennifer Welles, Annie Sprinkle. He and Peggy were very close to Rob Everett (Eric Edwards) and Harry Reems. Joe managed to get the best out of everyone he worked with: the actors trusted him because he was intensely sincere about his work.

One thing I greatly admire about you is your dedication to filmmakers who are so often ignored and sometimes greatly maligned. Have you had a lot of opposition from certain film elitists who don’t see the value in directors you admire and find important?

MJB: The “opposition” one encounters to the kind of work I do usually takes the form of silence. And it comes more from academics than from contemporary film critics, most of whom, I have found, have a very soft spot in their hearts for the labors of filmmakers like Joe and Doris. The problem that academic intellectuals have is that most films of this nature do not naturally lend themselves to textualization: in other words, most interesting “outsider” filmmaking lacks a certain self-consciousness, an explicit aesthetic agenda, that most intellectuals look for and try to translate textually into articles, etc. So the silence of the films tends to inspire silence in the scholars – and believe me, if anybody abhors silence, it’s academics! So I guess I see myself as a little bit of a fish out of water in this respect, but it has always been a reflex of mine to respond to naiveté and spontaneity in art. Most intellectuals want art-makers to be intellectuals too. I don’t.

 

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21 of Joe Sarno’s 143 films

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Flesh and Lace (1965)
‘Absolute tosh of course but it always looks great and is always watchable and, being a Joe Sarno film, is full of surprises, including at one point, wind-up toys! True, the performers seem often to just stand around waiting to deliver their stupid line as flatly as possible but despite this Sarno keeps the movie moving forward in it’s weird and wonderful way, as if it had a life its own. The presentation is much helped by an absolutely fantastic b/w print, being the perfect showcase for plenty of flesh (and lace and also stockings and suspenders etc etc!).’ — Chris Underwood


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The Love Merchant (1965)
‘If THE LOVE MERCHANT sounds slightly similar to the film INDECENT PROPOSAL, it’s because Sarno’s basic premise was lifted wholesale for the 1993 box office blockbuster. But where that film relied on big-name stars and its sleazy scenario quite heavily, Sarno, as usual, has produced here another sophisticated sex film, with emphasis on the film over the sex. Sarno balanced his films between two philosophies: sex as a healing formula, or sex as a destructive force. The latter is the thinking behind most of his 60s outings, including THE LOVE MERCHANT, with lust ruining a marriage and leaving Harvey feeling empty and lonely. The last line, “She’s right. You’re all sick!” is almost spoken directly into the camera, aimed squarely at the 42nd Street audience expecting more tits and ass, not the sudsy soap opera playing before them. Which is what makes Sarno’s films so refreshing in the first place. They were well written, exceptionally acted, and production values top-notch.’ — dvddrive-in.com


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The Naked Fog (1966)
‘Film preservation organization Film Media announced today it has begun restoration on a 35mm print of Joseph W. Sarno’s 1966 film THE NAKED FOG. Once restored, HD assets for THE NAKED FOG will be scheduled for theatrical screenings, DVD / Blu-Ray and Digital release. Previously considered a “lost” film, little information about THE NAKED FOG is available online.’ — FPT


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The Swap and How They Make It (1966)
‘With Mona’s husband too busy for love, and after Karen’s fling with a college kid fizzles, they decide to take a neighbor’s advice and “trade the old model for a newer one” when they join a group of wife-swappers called “The Exchange.” But when that college kid threatens to expose THE SWAP AND HOW THEY MAKE IT, he’s allowed to joing the club until a cruel joke makes his swap especially sick…So be the first on your block to savor these scintillating, stylish and surprisingly intelligent skinflicks from director Joe Sarno….And be sure to invite the neighbors!’ — Something Weird


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Moonlighting Wives (1966)
‘A disgruntled housewife turns her newly formed steno service into a lucrative prostitution ring. Her appetite for the good life leads her on an exciting and glamorous journey of blackmail, wife swapping, and just plain spicy nightlife as she cavorts with the country club set. But as the shrewd business gal and her right hand Lordess of Discipline rake in the dough with the help of the local playboy golf pro, home life goes down the tubes when the Queen of Sex and Shorthand’s hubby falls into the arms of their nubile babysitter.’ — Something Weird


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Ride the Wild Pink Horse (1967)
‘Bored and sexually frustrated, two housewives become pawns of the mercenary leader of a bohemian commune.’ — BFI

 

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My Body Hungers (1967)
‘MY BODY HUNGERS was written and directed by Sarno between his Peyton Place rip-offs PASSION IN HOT HOLLOWS and DESIRE UNDER THE PALMS, and starred many from his regular rep company – Gretchen Rudolph, Patricia McNair, John Aristides, Tammy Latour – in a hot-blooded crime mystery thriller. Hitching to New England to reconnect with her estranged older sister Janet at the roadhouse she works in, Marcia (NAKED FOG star Rudolph) learns her sister has been murdered; strangled to death with a black lace garter belt, no less. Investigating the circumstances around the killing, Marcia uncovers a seamy catalogue of sordid scandals in high places that puts her life in peril too.’ — Alan Jones


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Inga (1968)
‘Joe Sarno isn’t a name that gets thrown around very much these days; I don’t really know if it ever did. But in those wild and woolly days of grindhouse filmmaking, he was the classiest director on the block, taking the charm and decidedly non-American comfort with nudity and bringing to his native shores. Inga was Sarno’s early masterpiece. Sarno was much more concerned with faces and situations than he was with gyrating bodies and this really is no better displayed than in Inga. Marie Liljedahl is absolutely stunning in the title role and, though her talents were somewhat marginal and she didn’t last very long in the business, her youthful charm and beauty make the star more than memorable. The story is a quiet family tale with some sex thrown in. It doesn’t make a ton of sense, and Aunt Greta trying to pimp out her niece to some guy is pretty creepy, but it remains an innocent piece of entertainment. Also of interest, the theme song for this film and is one of the earliest recordings by the band who would be ABBA. If you like ABBA, maybe this will thrill you; I have no way to judge what sounds basically like murder to me.’ — collaged


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All The Sins of Sodom (1968)
All the Sins of Sodom is a striking feature by Joe Sarno that displays to the full extent his skills in high-key black and white lighting, effective mise en scène, and casting and directing actors. The series of models parading in and out of fashion photographer Henning’s life and bedroom (in a not so subtle reference to the film BLOW UP), offers the perfect opportunity for a cinematic and erotic exploration of the ideal male fantasy, which is total artistic and sexual command of a stable of beautiful and willing women. The nymph who enters his life, occupies his spare room, and slowly turns his ideal setup upside down is yet another component to this fantasy, at at least for the viewer, as it allows for girl on girl scenes in which the models are further dominated sexually, and in which there is more sexual variety and kinkiness at play. Sarno’s use of the female face captures the erotic more fully than many films which are fully graphic, and the psychological components of sexual desire are both varied and realistic.’ — Anna’s Blog


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Joe Sarno Speaks on ALL THE SINS OF SODOM

 

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To Ingrid, My Love, Lisa (1968)
‘Lisa (GUNBRITT OHRSTROM of The Daughter: I a Woman Part III, billed here as “Gun Falck”) is a successful but unhappy fashion designer, repressing her loneliness and lesbian tendencies with heavy drinking. On the weekends, Lisa leaves the big city to relax at her country house, and meets her neighbors and their fresh-faced daughter, Ingrid (GUNILLA IWANSON). Lisa is immediately taken with the beautiful blonde and invites her to Stockholm, where Lisa suggests she could possibly become a model. Ingrid allows Lisa to take her under her wing. Having been disappointed with her first clumsy sexual experience with a small-town boy, Ingrid is eager to experience all that Stockholm has to offer, including the men. Lisa sets Ingrid up on a date, but becomes jealous when she stays out all night. Being young and carefree, Ingrid continues to go out and sow her wild oats, picking up one guy after another, leaving Lisa feeling frustrated and yearning for her. On the way to their inevitable tryst, there are swinging sixties parties, groovy nightclubs, and the high fashion world circa 1968′. — Something Weird

 

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Vibrations (1968)
‘When her extroverted sister comes to town, aspiring poet Barbara is forced to confront her conflicted sexual desires. An early classic by sexploitation director Sarno, Vibrations is “classy and sophisticated, beautifully shot, a juicy script, filled with wonderful performances and sexy as hell”.’ — Film Media


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Caresses interdites (1970)
‘Katja vit seule avec son père veuf. Ils ont une profonde affection l’un pour l’autre. Lorsque son père se remarie, cette relation idyllique vole en éclats. Lorsque Katja surprend son père et sa belle-mère au lit, elle est sous le choc et s’enfuit. Abandonnée par tous ceux qui lui sont chers, Katja envisage de regagner l’attention de son père en jetant le déshonneur sur sa belle-mère. Jusqu’où ira-t-elle?’ — cinemotions.com


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The Seduction of Inga (1971)
The Seduction of Inga doesn’t dwell on what happened to the title character, she just tells us in narration that she’s older now and wants her old love back. It takes Inga out of the country and into the city for another set of frisky adventures. This one is far less interesting than the original. There is a little more sex than Inga, but neither the camerawork nor acting are close to as good. Liljedahl shows a little more talent, but this was also her final film and it’s easy to tell that her heart really wasn’t in it.’ — DVD Verdict


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Young Playthings (1971)
‘They’re the toys of the mindless generation… trapped in a never-neverland of distorted practices.’ — Iron DVD


Joe Sarno on his cult movie “Young Playthings”


YOUNG PLAYTHINGS 1972 review

 

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Le Château des Messes Noires (1973)
‘ la suite d’un accident lors d’une nuit d’orage, un groupe de jeunes gens vient se réfugier dans un château lugubre. Il abrite toute une communauté de jeunes filles effectuant d’étranges rites mêlant le sexe et l’occultisme. La maîtresse des lieux est en fait la descendante d’une baronne vampire, mise à mort il y plusieurs siècles par les villageois pour vampirisme. Elle cherche à venger son ancêtre en éliminant les familles des tortionnaires.’ — artus films


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Sleepy Head (1973)
‘A fascinating, if relatively unknown, offering from legendary director Joseph W. Sarno, Sleepy Head (1973) is an admittedly minor work but it is well-worth seeking out for fans of the much-missed director. Starring adult icons Georgina Spelvin and Tina Russell, and featuring Jamie Gillis and Marc Stevens in supporting roles, Sleepy Head was Sarno’s first full foray into hardcore filmmaking and, while it is a far cry from his greatest works, it is a worthwhile edition to his filmography, even though it is often just afforded footnote status in his career.’ — Moon in the Gutter


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Deep Throat Part II (1974)
Deep Throat Part II has long been one of the most obscure entries in the pantheon of sexploitation cinema — while a handful of fans are aware that there was a sequel to the most famous (and infamous) of all 1970s porn features, Deep Throat Part II was an R-rated comedy with no explicit sex (or even full-frontal nudity), and thanks to negative reviews and poor word-of-mouth it was a box office flop that quickly and thoroughly disappeared, very rarely revived and never released on video in North America.’ — collaged


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A Touch of Genie (1974)
‘Anyone who has watched DEEP THROAT PART II can be forgiven for thinking that Joe Sarno simply has no place in the comic genre. A misfire in just about every way, the only novelty to be found in DT2 is enjoying the over-the-top comic performances of its who’s-who cast of New York porn; even the legendary lost hardcore footage couldn’t possibly save the mess. Keeping in mind Sarno’s mishandling of comedy material there, one may go into TOUCH OF GENIE with some natural caution. So how does TOUCH OF GENIE stack up in the grand scheme of Sarno’s oeuvre? Quite well, actually. The comic script is a vast improvement over the hodge-podge storyline of DT2, combining the male fantasy of “I Dream of Jeannie” with the imagination and whimsy of WALTER MITTY, and while there are no visual flourishes so typical of Sarno’s work throughout his career, it’s clear from the overall atmosphere on-screen that everyone involved with the production is having a ball. This is not the film to introduce you to the world of Sarno, but anyone who already adores his work of both the 1960s and 1970s will definitely enjoy this excursion into the absurd from a man known for his singular melodramas.’ — DVD Drive-In


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Abigail Lesley is Back in Town (1974)
‘When Abigail Lesley returns to her old fishing village hometown, it sends a sexual tidal wave through the small community that has both men and women knocking on her door. One of Sarno’s last soft-core features before the advent of hardcore, ABIGAIL LESLEY is a soul-searching study of small-town sexual politics and unrequited passion. Sarah Nicholson’s gutsy, intuitive performance is well supported by fellow cast members Jamie Gillis, Jennifer Welles, Eric Edwards, Sonny Lanham, and the late, great Mary Mendum. Shot on location in Sarno’s hometown of Amityville, New York. Steamy!’ — Alternative Cinema


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JOE SARNO Introduces ABIGAIL LESLEY IS BACK IN TOWN

 

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Confessions of a Young American Housewife (1974)
‘New York sophisticates Carole and Eddie spice up their sex life by swapping partners with their close friends, Anna and Pete. An unexpected visit from Carole’s young, attractive and recently widowed mother Jennifer throws a temporary wrench into their plans, but the quartet are soon back in action after Pete tries and fails to seduce Jennifer in the kitchen. Intoxicated by life and lust, Jennifer begins a May-December romance.’ — Film Media


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SS Operation Wolf Cub (1983)
SS Operation Wolf Cub is an absolutely baffling attempt at an action thriller and touchy-feely drama about neo-Nazis in Sweden. Heading the cast is none other than Deep Throat star Harry Reems as a former commando and “counter-insurgency expert,” Captain Bryant, sent to a cabin in the woods where neo-Nazis are training a bunch of people how to become assassins. He’s offered a thousand dollars a week to join his cohort, Muller (Göran Löfgren), to stop these terrorists gunning people down around the country. Also joining them is a rather stern-looking female operative, Marie (the boss’s wife), who of course winds up in bed with Harry. People go skinny dipping, chintzy synthesizer score drones on the soundtrack, several women try to sleep with Harry, allegiances shift, and everything climaxes in a gesture of unexpected pacifism. Sarno wisely doesn’t stress the action here too much after a frenzied opening showing the terrorists blasting away at random targets around the city, executed with a maximum number of highly unconvincing squib effects. The focus here is more on an ideological clash with the infiltrating team coping with a mindset different from its own, and once again, many of the actors clearly have a minimal grasp on the English language.’ — mondo digital

 

 

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I don’t think it’s much like my stuff, but it’s nice of Blake to have said so. ** Jeff J, Thank you. I do believe in my heart that having this place be an oasis from that which it can neither improve nor harm is a good thing. I was quite mixed on ‘An Elephant Sitting Still’, perhaps like you. I do want to revisit it at some point. I don’t know. I was not convinced, but I don’t know exactly why I wasn’t so far. I’m still awaiting Zac’s thoughts on the script -> fiction thing. I read it over the other day, and I don’t think it works at all in its current form, actually. But I do think there’s something there, real potential. Hopefully Zac will have an idea of where that potential leads. You writing, working, … ? ** Steve Erickson, The future is unknowable. I think it’s half full. Everyone, If you’re curious what Steve Erickson thinks of the new Lady Gaga album, wonder no more, and if you want to hear a song he wrote yesterday called “Nursery Rhyme (For Children Under Siege)”, voila!. ** kyler, According to the news, you had a curfew last night. Glad to see you sounding upbeat amidst all of this. ** h (now j), Thank you, thank you! ** Corey Heiferman, Hi. Uh, hm, learned something. Logically I must have. I learned what it’s like to have my work viewed from a viewpoint that I don’t have on my own work. That was interesting and, yeah, instructive. Nice about the reading. We’re not there yet, I don’t think. I think readings outside are probably possible now, but not indoors. Paris feels more back all the time. It’s quite exhilarating, I must say. May it continue. ** tender prey, Hi, Marc! How are you doing, pal? How’s the art and the life and everything else? Biggest love from me. ** Right. Someone, not a commenter, asked me if I would do a post about exploitation director Joe Sarno, and that person’s wish turned out to be my command, and it’s fun. Check it out. See you tomorrow.

Please welcome to the world … Diarmuid Hester WRONG: A Critical Biography of Dennis Cooper (University of Iowa Press)

 

Preface

WRONG’s origins are in this blog—or some earlier incarnation of it at least. About fifteen years ago, I came upon DC’s writing and, in a daze, found my way here. A distinct community had started to form, even at that early stage. I was reluctant to comment to begin with, but I lurked, read, listened. Eventually I became part of the gang—for a while.

Down in the comments we shared our ideas, our interests, our research. I was learning a lot about many new things and a little about myself. Sometimes I think I got a better education here than in any institution of higher learning—and it didn’t cost a thing. My username was schoolboyerrors.

I’m delighted to be able to launch this book where it all began. WRONG is in many ways a token and a tribute to the blog, its host, and the people who have passed through it over the years.

This is a ‘making of’ kind of thing. I’ve pulled together some sources I drew on while I was researching and writing the book. They make up just a fraction of the many I consulted, but maybe some will be new to you or maybe you haven’t seen them for a while.

I’ve listed a few of my favourite interviews with DC that are available online, some DC-related links you might not have come across before, and some background research that helped me to fill out my portrait of DC’s life and work. The book (and my approach more generally) was influenced by a few key people and works—so feel free to check those out too.

Thanks for reading, and for everything else.

–Schoolboyerrors

 

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Archive

Dennis Cooper Papers (ca. 1970-2002)
Fales Library and Special Collections, Elmer Holmes Bobst Library, New York University

My first trip here in 2012 laid the foundations for what would ultimately become WRONG. An incredible wealth of DC-related materials: juvenalia, full-runs of Little Caesar magazine and books, works in manuscript, published, and unpublished (incl. porn scripts), reviews, interviews… Letters to/from numerous figures incl. Kathy Acker, Tom Clark, Amy Gerstler, Robert Glück, Kevin Killian, Lynne Tillman, John Waters, David Wojnarowicz… etc etc etc.

The Fales houses the Downtown Collection, which includes the archives of DC’s contemporaries like Richard Hell, Gary Indiana, Tillman, Wojnarowicz, and others— especially useful when you’re trying to trace connections between them.

 

Interviews and sources (online)

Fear of Poetry—rough cut
Interview with Gail Kaszynski, ca. 1983
From a long-lost documentary on the ‘punk poetry’ scene at Beyond Baroque in Los Angeles, which included people like DC, Bob Flanagan, Amy Gerstler, Jack Skelley, Ed Smith, and others.

 

Queer Culture TV: More Than A Mouthful
Interview with David Van Chaney, ca. 1998
From around the time Guide came out: DC’s really frank and insightful (in spite of his evident discomfort).

 

The Cult of JT Leroy: Outtake
Interview with Marjorie Sturm, ca. 2015
From the only film about JT Leroy that deflates the myth, in this outtake DC gets into the famous photo of JT—actually a photo of George Miles.

 

Bookworm
Interview with Michael Silverblatt, Oct 10, 2002
Silverblatt (a comrade from the Beyond Baroque era) delivers a typically careful reading of My Loose Thread; DC discusses its background and creation.

 

Vice: ‘Dennis Cooper on Zine Days…’
Interview with Steve Lafreniere, Dec 1, 2007
All about Little Caesar magazine and press, with critic and queercore legend Lafreniere (creator of The Gentlewomen of California zine).

 

Paris Review: The Art of Fiction 213
Interview with Ira Silverberg, Fall, 2011
Indispensable conversation with Silverberg (DC’s agent for a number of years) that ranges all over: from DC’s early influences to his thoughts on porn to his empathy for teenagers to the construction of The Marbled Swarm.

 

Desistfilm: ‘Language, and How It’s Used, Is Extremely Important in Permanent Green Light.’
DC and Zac Farley interviewed by José Sarmiento-Hinojosa, November 14, 2018.
It can be difficult to keep up with DC and all the shifts in his career. This interview helped me to make sense of the most recent shift to film and his work with Zac Farley.

 

Against Nature: A Group Show of Work by Homosexual Men
Catalog of the show curated by DC and Richard Hawkins, January 6 – February 12, 1988
Due to the constraints of space, unfortunately I couldn’t get into this in the book: a group show that caused controversy for refusing to sanitise queer art in a time of AIDS. Pissed off Douglas Crimp.

 

First Communion
DC on Robert Bresson, originally in Artforum, April, 2000
I run with Dodie Bellamy’s idea about DC’s ‘aesthetics of distance’ in the book, which I trace back through Bresson. Here DC fleshes out Bresson’s influence on his work.

 

Violations: An Evening of Interpretive Readings of Dennis Cooper’s GIF Novels
New Museum, NYC, September 16, 2016
Participation by the likes of M. Lamar, Dorothea Lasky, Yvonne Meier, Aki Onda, Richard Hell, Chris Cochrane, and Brian Chase helped me figure out how to write about DC’s GIF novels.

 

Research and Influences

Out: ‘Queer to the Core’
Oral history of Queercore by Adam Rathe, April 12, 2012
With contributions from the most prominent members of the scene, this is an excellent snapshot of Queercore, which features a lot in WRONG as an example of anarcho-queer politics and culture.

 

Kip Kinkel’s Confession Tape
Transcript of his interview with Detective Al Warthen, May 21, 1998
This awful, tragic confession by Kinkel, who shot up his school and inspired DC to write My Loose Thread, brought me to tears when I read it first.

 

Shopping in Space: Essays on America’s Blank Generation Fiction
Edited by Elizabeth Young and Graham Caveney, Serpents Tail 1992
The first collection of scholarly essays on DC, Bret Easton Ellis, Lynne Tillman, David Wojnarowicz, etc. by a couple of young British writers who said fiction ‘doesn’t belong to academia’. Damn right.

 

Hold-Outs: The Los Angeles Poetry Renaissance, 1948–1992
Bill Mohr, University of Iowa Press, 2011
The history of Los Angeles poetry isn’t well known—or it wasn’t before this book came out. Mohr’s account of Beyond Baroque was invaluable to my study of DC’s group in the ‘punk poet’ era.

 

Writers Who Love Too Much: New Narrative, 1977–1997
Edited by Dodie Bellamy and Kevin Killian, Nightboat, 2017
WRONG situates DC and his work in relation to a number of different scenes including New Narrative, the origins and outlines of which are charted by Bellamy and Killian’s anthology.

 

All Poets Welcome: The Lower East Side Poetry Scene in the 1960s
Daniel Kane, University of California Press, 2003
Kane’s book, which is a model of how to do the history of a quickly-changing cultural scene, and his whole approach deeply influenced the way I write and think. He’s also the author of Do You Have A Band? Poetry and Punk Rock in New York City (Columbia University Press, 2017).

 

Pierre Guyotat: Essai Biographique
Catherine Brun, Éditions Léo Scheer, 2005
This magnificent book about the controversial French avant-gardist is, for me, a perfect example of a critical biography and one I had in mind while I was writing WRONG.

 

Prancing Novelist: A Defence Of Fiction In The Form Of A Critical Biography In Praise Of Ronald Firbank
Brigid Brophy, Macmillan, 1973
At the other end of the critical biography spectrum is Brophy’s experimental take on Firbank, which showed me just how plastic and marvellously capacious the form is.

 

‘“Gimme Gimme This…Gimme Gimme That”: Annihilation and Innovation in the Punk Rock Commons’
José Esteban Muñoz, Social Text 31:3, Fall 2013
I’m a Dennis Cooper fan—you probably are too. Queer theorist Muñoz (who was a Darby Crash fanboy) helped me to think about how to write critically and stay true to ‘the affective mode of being and feeling that we call fandom.’

 

Gay and After
Alan Sinfield, Serpent’s Tail, 1998
Sinfield was my professor at the University of Sussex and head of the Centre for the Study of Sexual Dissidence. His argument in this book is a bit dated, but his tone—smart, public-facing, anti-capitalist, and above all connected to people’s lived experience—certainly isn’t, and it’s something I tried to channel in WRONG.

 

Excerpt

In the middle of the photograph, a man stands with his hands in his pockets on the pavement in front of a suburban bungalow. He wears a pale, short-sleeved shirt and dark trousers. Judging by the style of the house behind him and the identical one behind it, it looks like somewhere in California—there’s also a palm tree growing out of the guy’s head. The tree is actually behind him, but the way the photographer’s caught it, it looks like it’s sprouted from his head. His face is mostly in shade and he’s pretty far away and out of focus, so it’s difficult to make out his expression, but from his demeanor, it looks like he might be in on the joke. Or perhaps the way he’s holding himself indicates something else. A kind of pride, maybe? In which case it could be his house he’s standing in front of; maybe he’s just bought it and stashed the “For Sale” sign behind the station wagon parked in the driveway. Some of its tailgate reverses into the frame from the right, as part of a succulent bush encroaches on the scene from the left. That would mean that whoever took this amateurishly composed photo, standing too far back and divided from their subject by a vast swathe of road in the foreground, could be married to the man who’s standing in front of their new family home. The caption underneath the photo, one word in large black capital letters, reads, “WRONG.”

Dennis Cooper first saw John Baldessari’s 1968 artwork Wrong on a high school field trip to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) when he was around sixteen years old. He doesn’t seem to have cared about visual art before then, or taken much notice of it, but he remembers that the trip to LACMA was incredibly important: “I was really struck by this John Baldessari piece called Wrong. I don’t know why, but for some reason I was startled by that, and I thought ‘Wow.’ There was something about the fact that it’s art. I was completely fascinated by it, and I thought it was hilarious and strange.” (2015) Conceived as a response to an instruction booklet for amateur photographers that illustrated the “right” and “wrong” way to take a photo, Baldessari created the piece, he said, because “I loved the idea that somebody would just say that this is right and this is wrong. So I decided I would have . . . a work of art that was wrong—which seemed right to me.”

From the weird framing that fills the foreground with a band of unremarkable tarmac, to the subject’s blurry features and the tree that emerges as if from his head, there’s a lot that’s formally “wrong” with this picture, as the caption laconically states. It’s witty too: in the same way a joke works by setting up expectations and undermining them, Wrong declares itself an artwork (with all the attendant expectations of beauty and skilled composition) while simultaneously subverting the criteria of good photography—and good art. But as Abigail Solomon-Godeau points out, Wrong “obviously surpasses the realm of the one-liner,” and Baldessari’s joke also addresses larger aesthetic issues. Pushing its artistic standpoint to the extreme, it suggests that in order to be art, a piece must be “wrong”—conventions must be shattered, the aberrant must be included; the amateur is also an artist. Baldessari’s insistence that what people think is “wrong” is, in fact, art has something of a proto-punk defiance about it. As we’ll see, it’s the kind of attitude that Cooper would later embrace under the influence of New York punk rock. Cooper would title his first collection of experimental short stories Wrong.

Apart from its formal elements—how it attacks and sends up artistic convention—Wrong also imparts a social critique that would have been evident to a gay teen like Cooper, who grew up in the 1950s and 1960s and was, even during this early period of his life, politically progressive. Baldessari’s photo looks like so many other amateur photos of family life in the suburbs of midcentury America. It’s the kind one might find stuffed into an old cardboard box in a junk shop or an attic: an out-of-focus, badly framed snap of Mom and Dad all smiles on their wedding day, or standing awkwardly outside their new home, or on the porch the day the baby came home from the hospital. These photos document the heterosexual family and plot its linear progression through the usual life events that American society in the postwar era deemed worthy of note: birth, marriage, entry into the workforce, acquisition of property, and so on. They guaranteed the family and its history a continuity with America’s vision of the nuclear family and its unimpeded passage through (state-sanctioned) time—a time that, as queer theorists like Lee Edelman have noted, was underpinned by a “reproductive futurism,” or the heteronormative injunction to reproduce, and was therefore unavailable in this period to queer people like Cooper. As so many other Americans in the 1960s had done, Baldessari looked at this image of the family and suburban bliss championed by the previous generation and pronounced it wrong: wrongheaded, exclusive, and sympathetic with the logic of consumer capitalism and the military-industrial complex that would lead most disastrously to the United States’ war in Vietnam.

Solomon-Godeau writes that Baldessari’s Wrong reflected the “anti-authoritarian, democratic, and ludic impulses” of countercultural California in the 1960s, but Cooper also connected with the piece emotionally—unconsciously (“I don’t know why”). A darker interpretation of the artwork that Cooper would have been drawn to sees it hint at a wrongness or corruption underneath suburban America’s pleasant, conservative veneer. Calling the image “wrong”, Baldessari imbues it with an unsettling menace (what Cooper remembers as a “strangeness”) by implying that there may be something amiss here, which contrasts with the innocent, domestic, even humorous scene it depicts. Viewed in this way, Wrong anticipates the work of later artists such as David Lynch, who most famously exposed the nightmarish underbelly of the suburban American dream in films like Blue Velvet (1986). Baldessari’s piece thus overturned the conventions of traditional photography while satirizing the postwar American dream, but when the young Cooper saw it first at LACMA, he may have been most startled by the artwork’s uncanny familiarity—how it seemed to echo his experience growing up and his sense that, regardless of appearances, life in the California suburbs could indeed be very wrong.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. It feels strange to launch this post amidst what’s happening in the US, but today is the publication date, and it has been long planned for now, and I don’t think the blog has any posts that would be appropriate, whatever that means, in storage, so I’ll let it fly, but just to say that doing so just make me feel rather uncomfortable, for whatever that’s worth. ** Julian McAllister, Hi, Julian. Yes, what were the odds? Thanks for coming in.  How’s stuff?  ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. The NYT site doesn’t let me in, but I think I get the idea. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Serious bummer. Yes, it was really quite excellent, and, yes, too good to be true. Or true for long. Thank you. I assume it’s a strange morning there, but I hope yours is a good one notwithstanding. ** Bill, Hi, Bill. Yeah, a lot of people have spoken or written to me in these months to say the blog’s consistency and ‘being there’ and relentlessness has been comforting to them in some way. Which is nice. jj213jj seems to have been the right example at the right/wrong time. I’m telling you, the pandemic has driven a solid portion of the ‘master’ set out of their gourds. I didn’t know about the new Mika Vainio. I’ll get it. It makes sense that he must have left a lot in storage. Thanks! I suspect my weekend, as low key as it was, was better or ‘better’ or at least a whole lot less momentous than the one besetting you guys over there. ** JM, Hi, Josiah. Yeah, that was a lucky break. Oh, shit, yeah, get the hell out of there, man. What a mess. Psychological abusers must be isolated at all costs. Have you made any progress on the moving out over this past weekend? I’m assuming you going to have to sneak out? I’m so sorry, J. Stay very careful and safe. Love from here and me. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. ‘Magic’ is a huge favorite film of Gisele’s. She brings it up all the time as a reference point when we’re making ventriloquist- or dummy-related work. Excellent news about the impending publication of your story! Things are looking just great on that front! Happy! ** Ian, Hi, Ian. Funny the term ‘working like a dog’. Dogs working? Maybe those ones that pull sleds? Strange term. Yeah, ‘I Hate the Internet’ is really nice. He’s good, that Kobek guy. I think she’s from Halifax? Or may even is there? Frank Hinton’s thing was a rather severe anonymity, fake name and so on, so who knows. Wonderful novel though, ‘Action, Figure’. Things are pretty okay in Paris, actually. Compared to most of elsewhere at least. I hope things around you are some conducive. ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. Thanks. Those books need serious rediscovery. I think I’m going to do a series about ‘lost’ Alt Lit era novels as there were so many really good ones that seem to have been so quickly and inexplicably forgotten. Spooky little scare with your mom, but happily easily explained. I don’t know LPS, but I can totally imagine him going camping. He’s a dude. Straight guys do that, no? Not that the premise isn’t also simultaneously comical, now that I think about it. Okay. ** Steve Erickson, The beauty and sadness about the slaves’ things is we will never know. Yes, re: BTK. I was most impressed! Well, I’m certainly with you in hoping all of that will lead to positive change. Given the intractable evil and stupidity at the top, one wonders. One can certainly hope its power grip is being further and fatally decimated. Even that seems like a lot to hope for. ** Okay. Diarmuid’s book about my stuff is hereby born. The birth canal is open. Do what you will. See you tomorrow.

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