In the good old days of 16mm shmutz, programming was never much of an art form. Storefront cinemas would throw up whatever happened to be making the rounds at the time and, when they ran out of product, pull together a gr... more »ab bag of whatever odds and ends happened to be lying around in back of the projection booth. This edition of the After Hours Collector s monthly DVD sleaze-fest follows in this grand tradition, offering up a Whitman Sampler of slightly stale, cream-filled confections. Something noteworthy seems to reside in every pile of trash, however, and the present threadbare threefer certainly contains its quotient of slippery sex and god-awful aesthetics. So standards be damned, let s start the show.« less