My roommate could not understand why I wanted the soundtrack to a (seminal!) 70s, spanish (but in german?) sexploitation film about lesbian vampires on remastered vinyl. Then I put it on and that was the end of it. People don’t just use the phrase “sexadelic dance party” without reason.
Tod Browning’s Freaks (1932) is so much better than most things. In fact, this is so far from Greta Garbo that it’s almost poetic. Camp, horror, exploitation…at a time when movies were supposed to “distract.”