William Lustig’s Sleaze Demon of NYC
Lock your doors and keep the city at arm’s length, Jerry Horror prowls the blood-slick sidewalks of 1980 New York, where the night belongs to the desperate, the doomed, and the depraved. To save a few grimy dollars, the filmmakers cast real adult performers as victims, turning exploitation into art, or maybe the other way around.
The film was so drenched in violence and sleaze that the MPAA didn’t even bother rating it, knowing an X would’ve been a mercy. Gene Siskel stormed out mid-screening, declaring no movie could redeem itself after what he’d seen. And yet…it endures.
From the shadows of 42nd Street comes a film that defines grindhouse horror at its dirtiest and most disturbing. I warned you not to go out tonight!
But Jerry Horror went out anyway.
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