"Nostalgic" is probably not the first word that might come to mind when looking for adjectives to describe the contents of a book like "Cinema Sewer: Volume 1." The themes under discussion here- grind-house and perverse poverty row films, Times Square peep booths, and scatological Japanese cartoons and game shows- don't sound all that whimsical, but just reading this compilation of entries from a 'zine from a bygone era does give a fella a yen for the pre-DVD days of VHS, Beta-max, and projected reel prints. The book is written in a font that looks like handwriting (or may in fact be in the author's hand), giving the work a roughshod DIY-feel, despite the glossy and handsome presentation.
The tour guide for this seedy foray is jaded-nerd/film buff extraordinaire Robin Bougie, a bald, opinionated pervert who offers summaries and reviews of movies you haven't seen (and may not want to see), as well as his thoughts on such topics as the existence of snuff films and HIV-positive actors in the porn industry. He reminds me of the kind of Gen-X'er who used to work at video stores (back when those existed) who was nigh-on impossible to stump when it came to horror movie trivia. Despite having a dirty mind, Bougie comes across as a man with a conscience, who will draw the line at certain forms of anti-entertainment (he's not a fan of "Bum Fights," which he feels preys on the homeless), and his interests extend beyond the gross and profane, and he demonstrates wit and insight when talking about film in general, censorship, and feminism. The book is heavily illustrated, the marginalia reminiscent of a lot of the underground "Comix" fare from the 60s (there's even an interview with Ralph Bakshi to complete vintage psychedelic vibe). Posters, promotional one-sheets, and drive-in double-, triple- and even quadruple-(!) feature promos depicting buxom women and bad-ass men give one the impression of rooting around in Quentin Tarantino's id. Depending on your personal taste, this is either a neat coffee-table book and reference guide, or something to be avoided at all cost. Recommended, but only for those with taste buds at both ends of the alimentary canal.