There was more triangle on film in the 70’s and 80’s than black people.
Nowadays, movie nudity is like an available washing machine in an East L.A. laundromat. It simply doesn’t exist. The name of the game in modern movie business is to get a movie into the maximum number of theaters possible for the strongest opening weekend $$$ and resulting publicity.
I never understood why regular media reported box office grosses until I got into the business and a studio exec told me that people are basically cattle. They follow the herd to the highest grossing film of the weekend because they don’t want to be left out of the water cooler banter at work on Monday. By the way, I’m so happy that bottled water killed the office water cooler. I always hated trying to maneuver through the sea of khaki pants wearing assholes huddled around the office water cooler to get to the microwave to cook up some meth.
Because of this modern bean counters approach to opening films, “R” rated movies are becoming an endangered species. Don’t even fucking bother making an “NC-!7” flick. You’ll get a larger audience streaming that shit on the tube sites.
Like everything else in America, the balls have been taken away from filmmakers by the movie studios and theater chain owners. The only man that has the power to bring back the mainstream muff is Quentin Tarantino.
Hey Quentin! If you ever Google your name and read this, YOU hold the key to exposing a whole new generation of teenagers to the art of film snatch.
