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that strikes a relaxed groove through its insulated setting and<br />
occasional disco music interludes.<br />
Gillis is in top form. His seedy brutishness sets the film’s<br />
tone. At one point, he humiliates and force-feeds oatmeal to<br />
a girl who, when provoked, explains her shaved pussy as the<br />
result of recent surgery. This only inspires Gillis. This is one<br />
of the few films to feature Helen Madigan in a dominant role.<br />
Creative verbal abuse, avaricious sex, and curious casting<br />
made Winter Heat a comfortable white noise for the Capri’s<br />
roughie fans. It’s a must-see for Gillis aficionados.<br />
By the mid-1980s, the Capri turned into a $1.99 second-run<br />
house. It was so infested by crackheads that the theater’s<br />
management was forced to team up with the NYPD to stop<br />
the place from being a full-tilt crack palace. Tom handed over<br />
the Capri’s daily operations to a couple of patois-babbling<br />
Haitians, who suffered from terrible B.O., and Mary, an old,<br />
stone-faced Greek troll, who oversaw the cashbox.<br />
After Mary quit, Tom hired Wayne. Wayne was<br />
an aged career chickenhawk with a Grecian<br />
Formula pompadour who worked every single<br />
adult theater in Times Square at one point or<br />
another. Wayne was known for tricking with<br />
troublemaking Latinos. One wily youth went<br />
so far as to rob a local black coke dealer named Muscles.<br />
When Wayne got rid of that kid, everyone at the Capri was<br />
glad. Wayne was quiet, but his friends were trouble.<br />
It opens with an antisocial, troubled, and confused Jamie Gillis<br />
wandering through the fetid 9 th Avenue Food Fair, stopping<br />
briefly to have his bewildered mug placed on a “Spirit of<br />
’76” badge. Gillis contemplates the button, then goes home<br />
to peek at a stewardess neighbor. Frustrated, he heads to an<br />
S/M massage parlor, where Eric Edwards and Marlene Willoughby<br />
play a sadistic doctor and nurse. They give a bound<br />
and gagged girl a disciplinary high colonic. After seeing this<br />
scene unfold, Gillis’ gaskets are blown. He goes bonkers,<br />
haunting 42 nd Street adult bookstores, buying slick enema<br />
mags, muttering, “That’s where it’s at...water and power!”<br />
Now crazed and overheated, Gillis goes on a nozzle rampage,<br />
beginning with his stewardess neighbor. He progresses to<br />
two aged schoolgirls, and ends up with undercover cop C.J.<br />
Laing in handcuffs. Gillis gets away scot-free, and a postscript<br />
mentions the number of unsolved rapes in the United<br />
States.<br />
Waterpower is held together by a straightforward B-picture<br />
narrative and goes for a documentary look with brown, muddy<br />
photography. The film helped cement Gillis’ reputation as<br />
dean of the roughies. On its initial release, Waterpower flabbergasted<br />
42 nd Street’s inner-city audience, a nearly impossible<br />
feat. People could not believe what they had just seen<br />
and sat through it numerous times. The film was a real rarity.<br />
Red Heat is equal parts off-kilter<br />
Vegas travelogue, bloody sex-killer<br />
flick, and raunchy loop package,<br />
all in one.<br />
Everyone kept their hands under control as they sat elbow<br />
to elbow, spellbound, watching the acting stylings of Gillis.<br />
The crowd laughed and speculated aloud about how crazy<br />
Gillis was.<br />
The Rialto One<br />
Forty-second Street’s biggest, friendliest, and best-liked adult<br />
house was the Rialto One. It was situated right on 42 nd Street<br />
and 7 th Avenue. The heart of the Deuce. Surprisingly, patrons<br />
made the effort to stay out of each other’s way and be unobtrusive<br />
to one another. The Rialto was a first-run house, so<br />
the audience held high expectations for each premiered film.<br />
You could bring a date. The Rialto attracted a more cerebral<br />
crowd. Opinions flew through the air. Everyone had a say.<br />
In 1977 the Rialto unveiled Waterpower, the most bizarre<br />
film ever credited to Gerard Damiano but actually directed by<br />
Shaun Costello. It’s a taboo-breaking film dealing with scat<br />
and enemas without ever displaying the brown. Since Waterpower<br />
was made around the time of Taxi Driver, you’ll see<br />
the similarities.<br />
It sounds funny, and it was, but it was a very special event.<br />
The right audience had shown up for a movie that not only<br />
met their expectations but challenged them, keeping everyone<br />
engrossed in what was about to happen next. Waterpower<br />
does its job in spades. It is a dirty movie that delivers<br />
heavy sex scenes with an A-level kinky cast. It also works<br />
as a grindhouse picture with a full-scale maniac portrayal by<br />
Gillis, an obsessive-compulsive loner who was real enough in<br />
terms of Times Square.<br />
The Globe<br />
The Globe was a big, rude theater squatting right next to Nathan’s<br />
Famous Hot Dog emporium on 43 rd Street and Broadway.<br />
In the early 1960s, it had been a revered nudist theater<br />
for aging World War II veterans. In the 1970s, the Globe<br />
peeled its fisheye towards freaky stuff, like 1974’s Climax of<br />
Blue Power. Originally, the movie was reviled by critics for its<br />
intermingling of violence and twisted sex, but its eye-catching<br />
ad campaign, classic title, and high-voltage content made<br />
the picture enormously popular. The film is one of the boldest,<br />
at times funniest, and most unrelenting roughies ever<br />
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