Six hundred dudes. One porn queen. A world record for the ages. A must-have movie for every discerning collector of things erotic.
Didn't one of us on purpose set out to make a snuff movie.
What does one say about a book like Snuff? For starters, it's not for readers who like their books, um, clean. It's full of filth and vulgarity and descriptions of sex acts that will make your eyes bug out and your skin crawl. But then suddenly there are moments of improbable humanity that put a whole different spin on the story, that stand you in the shoes of these people and make you care deeply what happens to them.
In the large room where six hundred men wait, snacking at the buffet table, watching early Cassie Wright skin flicks on the televisions, anticipating their turn to enter the stage set door into porn history, four lives will intersect for the first time. Each will tell the tale of how he or she came to be there. And what starts out for the reader as a giddy, voyeuristic peek into a murky underworld, between giggles and condescending smirks and shocked gasps, becomes a series of humbling lessons in compassion and understanding. They come at you quickly and silently and then they're gone. But the mark is there. Snuff is everything you expect it to be, and so much that you don't. Go on. I dare you . . . :-)