(Welcome to Videodrome. A recurring column plumbing the depths of vintage underground cinema – from cult, exploitation, trash and grindhouse to sci-fi, horror, noir and beyond.)
In a more civilized age before digital effects and “always on” video streaming, cult cartoons were radioactive contraband. They were hard to find and dangerous to possess. Respectful Americans didn't take kindly to perverts back then, and they sure as shit didn't celebrate gory claymated sex-craft.
Now days . . .
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