Euer Führer your leader wants to remind you, that, despite sidetrips to other forms of the genre, the original and greatest practitioners of pulp torture are the Nazis, with classic German efficiency, quality and attention to detail. To illustrate
der zur Debatte stehende Punkt the case in point:
Man's Story December 1963 artist unknown small format.
"Expose: Way Out Kicks of the Coffee House Sex Cults" Far out man! I can dig it! Sex! Way out!
"Girl for Rent the Gold Coast Vice Doll in Action" Apparently only one girl for rent so get your reservation in early. I've already reserved the next four months - Hey, the girl is very nice - she deserves the best! Me!
"Buried Alive in the Devil's Ice Field." WowW Eulalia? (our literary expert) Do you think this is a sly reference to Dante's Divine Comedy. In it, the poet Virgil shows us the ninth and lowest level of hell is a frozen lake where sinners are trapped halfway in the ice. "The Devil's Ice Field"
"Self Analysis: Will your wife be Frigid?" Some of you are probably worried about this. Take last night, after that nice dinner she made you. She's cleaning up, scrubbing the pots and pans, you're relaxed in the recliner, stripped down to your favorite sleeveless undershirt (the old one that is too short to cover your manly round belly) watching entertainment show focusing on semi-nude starlets, drinking your fourth beer and burping. You want to add the finishing touch to this idyllic scene, so you say, Hey dear. Why don't you come and give me a blow job? And she says WHAT? She might be on the path to frigidity!
Cover Story: "Shackled Nudes in Hitler's Crypt of Terror" Shackled Nudes, good start. Three lovely young girls. The one in front is particularly fetching. A blond, a redhead, and a -- platinum blond! (very unusual in a Pulp). The torture is to wall them up alive behind a brick wall. Not my favorite - it might be horrible for the victim, but what about some good old pain first - branding, whipping, etc.? WE have the bare-chested soldier, the Aryan officer with his iron cross and manly cigarette holder.
And then we have what is an occasional, but never explained fixture, the weird guy. Torn clothes, bandage or plug on temple, drooling, head held sideways. Who are these creatures? Some kind of crazed result of evil experiments? Did they drill into his brain to make him this way? Or just force him to watch over 100 non-stop hours of American TV commercial jingles?