unfuckable forties and ready to do demonstrate that she could and would do something (anything) else. Finally your blushingest boner's patience would be rewarded with the trashy sex thriller you'd been fantasizing about since When Harry Met Sally.
Only... what the hell is this?
Sixteen years later I am getting off to this.
My second pick for the episode doesn't flip any of the genre's tropes, but instead blazes through them like a freight train and blows them up to impossibly pulpy, brilliant heights.
Unlawful Acts blog steered me toward this article (The Erotic Thriller's Little Death) at Longreads by Soraya Roberts on the state of the erotic thriller on the occasion of Netflix's new excursion What/If. The show don't sound promising, but the piece is a good read and says better some of the things on my mind recently.
Andy Sidaris: King of Hardboiled Softcore for Daily Grindhouse earlier this year.And I expect to see more good pieces on erotic thrillers popping up in the Thirst Trap issue of Bright Wall Dark Room coming soon.
Year of the Buffalo Girl (covering the erotic thrillers of that year: Disclosure, Color of Night and The Last Seduction) is a hell of a good read from Travis Woods who covers so fucking many of my favorite films (usually at BWDR, but elsewhere as well) that I really don't need to write about movies myself ever again. (For serious: Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia, You Were Never Really Here, Mandy, Inherent Vice, Miami Blues and William Friedkin's Sorcerer in the latest issue - go read that fucking guy).