He had perky nipples. The quality of the video transfer is fine. To Play or To Die. He blatantly cruises the sleazy Charel in front of everybody, knowing he's going to get the hell beat out of him, and protects his evil love object against school authorities even as he's getting pummeled. An effective, if too brief, study in the far fringes of perversion.
Video quality is fine.
Despite the convenience of the label, truly artistic erotica has always been a rarity in any genre. For every successful novel like Lolita or Terry Southern's Blue Movie, there are a zillion trash-pulp derivatives from Beacon, Beeline, Pad, Saber, and other legendary sleaze publishers. For every Mapplethorpe there are reams of tired commercial porn mags bulging on pornshop shelves. Cinema's no different. Of the volumes of material that poured onto grindhouse screens from the '50s on, only a handful even aspired to, much less attained, any significant aesthetic value.