Paul Naschy, prolific horror movie actor, died, age 75.
I haven’t seen a film of his for a dog’s age But I remember staying up late, huddled in front of the old black and white Zenith, to catch severely edited and poorly dubbed versions of his movies, such as House of Psychotic Women, Orgy of the Dead, The Monster that Devoured Cleveland, or my favorite, Dr Keepzenfromfloppin’s Haunted Orgy.
His stuff was bloody and violent, sometimes so cheesy it made me laugh. But the real reason I watched was the fabulously exotic women, their shredded clothes revealing sweating thigh and cleavage, the stuff of pre-adolescent fantasy.
Looking back, it was all rather tame. That’s what time does. Last decade’s unthinkable sin is this year’s nursery rhyme. * sigh *
S’long, Paul. Sleep well in your shroud, and thanks for the mammaries.