![]() ![]() Not surprisingly he was a weird guy, his tastes were so far out of the mainstream he may as well have been living in another country. Landis would review the film AND the experience, so if a glue-sniffing masturbator fell out of the balcony it was recorded for posterity. ![]() You can feel the thrill of discovery on every page. ![]() In the pre-video era that was the only way to see them and Sleazoid Express was the Variety of 42nd St. in the last decaying pits of perversion where they unspooled for armed and hostile raincoaters and popeyes. While the rest of us pick up the latest Blue Underground and Code Red DVD releases and watch this sleaze in the comfort of our homes, Bill and his early collaborator Jimmy McDonough (whom he later had a huge falling-out with, unfortunately) sought these films out on 42nd St. He even worked as a projectionist and night manager on the deuce. Not only did he know his stuff, he lived it. Bill was here 5 or 6 years ago when the book was first published and we chewed the fat about exploitation for a couple of memorable days. ![]() Our friend Bill Landis, editor/publisher/damn near sole writer (with his wife Michelle Clifford) of Sleazoid Express Magazine and author of the essential book of the same name, has died. ![]()
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