Girls and Corpses
July 17th 2009 00:30
The same dodgy mate of mine that unearthed the disgusting snake-cam worm business in that North Carolina sewer just sent me a link to this relatively new publication, Girls & Corpses. Oh dear me! We both agreed: This is so wrong on so many levels. I found myself clicking on link after link after link on the online site like it was some kind of horrendous train wreck and I couldn’t get enough of surveying the carnage.
But seriously, let’s get down to brass tacks; this kind of combo does nothing for me. Really. Truly. Deeply. I was never a fan of that English claptrap magazine Loaded, nor any of the others that followed in its sullied wake; Maxim, Ralph, FHM. Sure, I’ve been known to enjoy the scantily-clad, buxom, wannabe porn stars, er women, that spread-eagle themselves across their pages, but as for the combo of sex and gross-out humour, of boys toys and drinking games, it just bores me. I find most of it puerile and adolescent (I know, kinda hypocritical of me as I’m an adolescent-at-heart in other areas).
“We offer an alternative to fans of horror stalwarts Fangoria and Rue Morgue, by serving some guffaws with our gore,” explains founder/publisher/deaditor-in -chief Robert Steven Rhine, “So many corpses … so little time.”
Girls & Corpses is definitely a cross between Fangoria and Loaded. But what distresses me is seeing horror luminaries such as Guillermo del Toro, George Romero, Joe Dante, John Landis, Stuart Gordon, being quoted and photographed over how much they love the site and magazine. How much were they paid?! Or have I lost the plot?
“Love that mix of hot blooded sex and cold blooded murder” - Rodrigo Gudino (President/Founder of Rue Morgue magazine)
“Girls and Corpses puts the FEEL in NECROPHILIA!” - Joe Dante
“Girls and Corpses Magazine is a great title to live up (or down) to. Continued good luck with all your endeavors” - John Landis
At least one director put his tongue firmly in his cheek: “The corpses are naked and the girls have to wear bikinis! Whats wrong with you guys?” - Jörg Buttgereit (director of Nekromantik)
Okay, so maybe I just need to lighten up a little. Stop acting like I got formaldehyde in my coffee. But the fact of the matter is, I’m incredibly fussy about my combo of horror and humour, and this mag (both print and online) – title alone – is capitalising on crass, sleazy, very laddish humour. And it grates on me something chronic. I do like my exploitation and cinema filth, but I don’t like it delivered in such an obvious way.
However, I’ll admit that I’ve bookmarked the site, so go figure. Surfing casually through the site it does look like they’ve got a few neat offers and nifty tidbits, and there’s some pretty cool fetish art photography. It does become apparent that there’s an underlying desire to incorporate porn into horror. The whole sex and death thing, it makes a trashy kind of sense. But at the end of the long dark night, I want to indulge regularly in the high art, not the deep trash. The deep trash is for periodical visits, the high art is where my dark heart lies. I’m an old fashioned purist, so sue me!
Perhaps this is your cup of putrid, butthole booty tea … if it is, by all means slosh it all together, get down and dirty. Hell, if I was drunk and on the crapper at some loud, noisy frat party I'd probably pick up the mag and say “Keeewwwl!” But the reality is I’m gonna stick with Rue Morgue in one pile and late 70s/early 80s issues of Penthouse in the other. I’m that kinda guy.
But seriously, let’s get down to brass tacks; this kind of combo does nothing for me. Really. Truly. Deeply. I was never a fan of that English claptrap magazine Loaded, nor any of the others that followed in its sullied wake; Maxim, Ralph, FHM. Sure, I’ve been known to enjoy the scantily-clad, buxom, wannabe porn stars, er women, that spread-eagle themselves across their pages, but as for the combo of sex and gross-out humour, of boys toys and drinking games, it just bores me. I find most of it puerile and adolescent (I know, kinda hypocritical of me as I’m an adolescent-at-heart in other areas).
“We offer an alternative to fans of horror stalwarts Fangoria and Rue Morgue, by serving some guffaws with our gore,” explains founder/publisher/deaditor-in -chief Robert Steven Rhine, “So many corpses … so little time.”
Girls & Corpses is definitely a cross between Fangoria and Loaded. But what distresses me is seeing horror luminaries such as Guillermo del Toro, George Romero, Joe Dante, John Landis, Stuart Gordon, being quoted and photographed over how much they love the site and magazine. How much were they paid?! Or have I lost the plot?
“Love that mix of hot blooded sex and cold blooded murder” - Rodrigo Gudino (President/Founder of Rue Morgue magazine)
“Girls and Corpses puts the FEEL in NECROPHILIA!” - Joe Dante
“Girls and Corpses Magazine is a great title to live up (or down) to. Continued good luck with all your endeavors” - John Landis
At least one director put his tongue firmly in his cheek: “The corpses are naked and the girls have to wear bikinis! Whats wrong with you guys?” - Jörg Buttgereit (director of Nekromantik)
Okay, so maybe I just need to lighten up a little. Stop acting like I got formaldehyde in my coffee. But the fact of the matter is, I’m incredibly fussy about my combo of horror and humour, and this mag (both print and online) – title alone – is capitalising on crass, sleazy, very laddish humour. And it grates on me something chronic. I do like my exploitation and cinema filth, but I don’t like it delivered in such an obvious way.
However, I’ll admit that I’ve bookmarked the site, so go figure. Surfing casually through the site it does look like they’ve got a few neat offers and nifty tidbits, and there’s some pretty cool fetish art photography. It does become apparent that there’s an underlying desire to incorporate porn into horror. The whole sex and death thing, it makes a trashy kind of sense. But at the end of the long dark night, I want to indulge regularly in the high art, not the deep trash. The deep trash is for periodical visits, the high art is where my dark heart lies. I’m an old fashioned purist, so sue me!
Perhaps this is your cup of putrid, butthole booty tea … if it is, by all means slosh it all together, get down and dirty. Hell, if I was drunk and on the crapper at some loud, noisy frat party I'd probably pick up the mag and say “Keeewwwl!” But the reality is I’m gonna stick with Rue Morgue in one pile and late 70s/early 80s issues of Penthouse in the other. I’m that kinda guy.
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Why is it that a stiff corpse with rigor mortis and a voluptuous slice of female flesh wrapped suggestively must be savored?
This really does raise more questions than it answers.