"What do you want from me, you hideous cetacean?" So spews a grubby philanderer to his portly, blubbering frau—she done up in housedress and bouffant, he sporting JD jacket, both gesticulating to pinpoint excess against an aural backdrop of rockabilly squealing saxophone and teen-tragic doo-wop. Shot on lurid 8mm color in the late '50s, George Kuchar's... More >>>