To provide a bit of context to this underground classic's anniversary celebration, The Evening Class is grateful to Johnny Ray Huston for granting permission to republish his 2003 San Francisco Bay Guardian essay "Lust For Ecstasy", supplemented by Curt McDowell's drawings, recently-digitized and generously provided courtesy of the McDowell Estate and 2nd floor projects, San Francisco (and recently showcased at Visual AIDS).
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Fusing gross-out and turn-on, this is a skin flick that treats vomiting as foreplay: early on, anxious host (and alcoholic) Gert dons a puke-flecked wig after it falls in the toilet. Kuchar's dialogue, typically stuffed with food metaphors, oozes even more excretions than McDowell's abundant money shots. In a reversal of porn tradition, it's tempting to fast-forward through the sex scenes to get to the talking, which owes a debt to Tennessee Williams's berserk gentility—Gert could be Blanche DuBois's crazier sister—and Jack Smith's bestial hyperbole.