If you're a porn connoisseur (and who among us isn't?), then you may have heard about the strangely amorphous genre of films which predated modern porn: the salubriously stunted art of the sexploitation film. From Flesh Gordon to Russ Meyer to Doris Wishman (and a hoary host of other agitant auteurs), take a gander at what was (and still is, in today's underground).

Personally, I love old Jess Franco films. They're totally incomprehensible, packed with equal parts sex, stock footage, and satanism. It's like a Rob Zombie record turned into a movie. With more sitars.

Dig it!