[SOFTCORE WEEK] WAXWORK Exposed A Generation Of Horror Fanatics To Kink

In my late twenties, I went out on a date with a young lady from the Chicago suburb of Northwest Indiana. She was an exotic dancer whose stage name was Raven and she owned a hearse, so you know exactly what she looked like. She and I met on a website that catered to, lets say, fringe sexual interests and we shared a mutual love of horror films (as if the hearse wasn’t a dead giveaway). Doing as suburbanites do, we had dinner at a Red Robin and a nightcap at Chili’s. The subject inevitably turned to when did you first figure out that your sexual interests didn’t necessarily fit squarely in the norm. Her answer?

 

When she saw a film called WAXWORK.

WAXWORK was given a limited theatrical release in June of 1988 and put out on home video that same year by Vestron Video. A clever blend of horror and comedy, WAXWORK paid a new wave tribute to horror films of the past, featuring a crew of snobby college students who are offed one by one as they enter the displays at a mysterious wax museum. Each kill takes place in a tribute to different horror films and villains, including Count Dracula, NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD, The Mummy, and a cabal of scoundrels and sinners. Writer/director Anthony Hickox struck the right blend of horror and meta-comedy, and the film was a moderate success garnering two comic book adaptations and a sequel in1992. One of the most memorable sequences in the film—the one that my date was referring to—was when Deborah Foreman’s character Sarah is lured into a wax display depicting the Marquis de Sade.

WAXWORK, Deborah Foreman (center), 1988, (c)Lions Gate Films Inc.

In the film, Sarah finds herself perpetually drawn to the Marquis. Upon their first visit to the museum, she stands transfixed by the display featuring de Sade, whip in hand and surrounded by lackeys and prostitutes, awaiting his next victim. Later in the film, Foreman’s character attempts to open a book of de Sade’s writings—which combined philosophy, pornography, blasphemy, and violent sexuality—before being distracted by Zack Galligan’s Mark. The Marquis De Sade did not negotiate nor did he regret in his writings, but his influence on modern BDSM remains. Seventy-five years later, von Sacher-Masoch introduced the concepts of consent, negotiation and contract, which is the basis for the modern kinkster philosophy of “Safe, Sane, and Consensual.”

The scene itself straddles the line between fear and eroticism, similar to the way Hickox balances comedy and horror. Hickox is quite deft at this balancing act and the foppish behavior of the de Sade and his cronies provide an otherworldly sense of time and place, recalling the erotic horror films of Jess Franco and Jean Rollin. There is a lurid sexuality present in the scene: nobody in REALLY wants to be shackled and beaten until they expire, but for some folks, it’s just a hot little fantasy. When the Marquis proclaims, “he’s never seen a girl take so much,” it’s implied that Foreman’s character is truly enjoying the taste of the whip. The sequence in no way advocates violence against women—although the damsel in distress trope certainly is utilized to move the plot along—so much as it slyly suggests that everyone has their own fantasies, and even the cute yuppie in training may have a sleazier side.

I don’t necessarily announce it, but I do enjoy elements of kink and BDSM in my sex life. I’ve never perceived it as a lifestyle, but more of a hobby like collecting stamps or building those little ships in a bottle. When Raven revealed that it was WAXWORK that opened her eyes to alternative notions of sexuality, I realized that that was one of the first moments I became aware of BDSM as well. This was 1989 though and the Internet was only a glimmer in our eyes and the little TWILIGHT fan fiction that could, FIFTY SHADES OF GREY had not yet been wrought upon bored housewives across America. It was hard to track down information on something I wasn’t even sure had a name and I certainly was not going to ask my parents about it. I did find myself constantly drawn to elements of BDSM in film: kink was played for laughs in many teenage sex romps and horror (JOYSTICKS, BASKET CASE III, MOTEL HELL, TERRORVISION) and of course, there’s the HELLRAISER series with all of its leather and chains, but they always concentrated a little too much on the pain and not enough on the pleasure.

 

It would appear that even the most liberal of the liberal who advocate for every alternative lifestyle (even the groan inducing “sapiosexual”) still seem to think that kink is “icky.” It appeared that kink was going to become more culturally acceptable when FIFTY SHADES OF GREY became as popular as it did, but those books and films continue to perpetuate the myth that if someone is into BDSM that something has to be wrong with them be it they were abused or have some sort of mental health issue. Even one of my favorite films of 2014, THE DUKE OF BURGUNDY trotted out this outdated concept and the same is implied in the most basic of kink-centric films, SECRETARY. While that may be true some of the time, a lot of us are just perverts who think that sex should be fun—and sometimes involve costumes and props. As Lover’s Lane states on their website, “the couple that plays together stays together.” That said, as someone who exists on the outer rim of the kink scene, it pleases me that kink still exists under a shadow of sleaze. In a world where everything needs to be accepted by the mainstream and kink still remains cultish and weird. FIFTY SHADES is fine and all, but my particular fantasies involved a participant who’s actually into it, and I’m not sure Anastasia Steel is.

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY is by no means the perfect pop culture of example a BDSM relationship, there never really has been one committed to film. Honestly, the best film about what it’s like to be into BDSM would a couple involved in ten minutes of heavy bondage play followed by eighty-minutes of chit-chat about their day at work. Film is fantasy, and pop culture is powerful. FIFTY SHADES will certainly pique many a newbie’s interest into the wild world of BDSM. For me, it was WAXWORK and a steady diet of HBO’s REAL SEX, late-night soft-core, the occasional issue of PENTHOUSE VARIATIONS that I came across in an alley, and lurid VHS boxes.

 

There has always been a through line between kink and horror Advertising materials for genre pictures throughout the decades have exploited images of women (and in the case of HOUSE OF PSYCHOTIC WOMEN men) in various states of undress and duress, shackled and on the verge of torture. Exploitation was not just a clever name for this brand of cinema and films like HOUSE OF WHIPCORD, WHIP AND THE BODY, and OLGA’S GIRLS promised scantily clad boys and girls engaging in various S&M activities. For those with a much more specific kink, ILSA, SHE-WOLF OF THE SS and the glut of ‘70s “nazisploitation” movies provide enough sex, violence, and women in stockings and uniforms. It was video boxes like this that appealed to me as a young man.  Don Draper said, “Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And do you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It’s freedom from fear. It’s a billboard on the side of a road that screams with reassurance that whatever you’re doing is OK. You are OK” That’s what those video boxes and WAXWORK did for me; they let me know that I wasn’t alone out there when it came to sex. It apparently appealed to some other perverts on the south side of Chicago as my local video store carried ALL of these movies. Somebody was renting them. It also helped when I found out all the girls in junior high were really into V.C. Andrews because that stuff was WEIRD! The book fair posters featuring bikini-clad women sprawled out on Ferrari’s were certainly alluring, but heels, stockings, and leather tempted me even more so. Everyone has a different story about how they became interested in kink: they were spanked as a child, they weren’t spanked enough as a child, they enjoyed being tied up during cowboys and Indians more than the other kids.

 

For me, it was horror movies, but course it was, right?

 

Mike Vanderbilt

Mike Vanderbilt

Mike Vanderbilt is a freelance writer and contributor based on the south side of Chicago. Mike has appeared on The A.V. Club, The Chicago Reader, and Consequence Of Sound tackling a variet of subjects ranging from Cheap Trick, George Lucas' Red Tails, and for better or worse knows a thing or two about online dating. A bartender by trade, he holds a degree in accountancy but he was never very good at it.When not mixing cocktails, Mike hosts and produces the Drinks On Monday With The Strike Team podcast, as well as Revenge Of The Pod People. He can also be seen performing with his power pop band The Romeros and punk act Modern Day Rippers.
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