Skinema

On the whole, it's really a very exciting picture, but it's not art — as, indeed, what is in this world of the skinema!

Therese and Isabelle is appearing in the same kind of neighborhood art house that in better days showed films by Antonioni and Godard. In short, the old skinema is putting on airs and is making a bid for the middle-class matron in the afternoon and the middle-class couple at night. Pioneer of the pseudo-respectable porno picture was I, a Woman [FF '66], a cheap, Swedish-made study of nymphomania. It seemed destined for the grind-house […]

In an esoteric new epic called Roseland, director Fredric Hobbs supersedes every skinema film ever made, not only by stuffing the screen to the edges with exposed epidermis, but by unveiling his masterstroke, the largest simulated dong in the civilized world today.

It was filled with hard-core details on stuff from skinema to incest and orgies, and a lot of ministers were appalled by the handbook's contents. It may be banned as pornography.

To overlook such a well-known and celebrated skin-chievement would render any guide to definitive skinema sexiness incomplete.

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We're talking about one of the greatest pornographic works in the history of skinema.

It was oval, and shockingly red with ruby colored carpeting meeting walls of glistening claret. She expected an assortment of Skinema posters or photos of topless screen sirens, but the walls were bare. At the top of the oval, sat Dagwood behind an oddly shaped desk. Realization struck. That's why all the red. What a douche! He's seated at what's meant to be a clitoris. And I'm standing inside a mock vulva!