Zalman King's work was/is one of my favorite guilty pleasures.
I can remember watching his work as a teenager and wishing with all my heart that some oiled up carnival worker would kiss me against my will and then make me cry before licking the tears from my face (teen girls are a weird bunch).
I mourn his passing greatly and to honor his work I am re-printing my very first column for FoG back in 2009 that dealt with his body of work and how it influenced most of my relationships (just hit the link below).
R.I.P Zalman, you will be missed.
What I Learned About Love from the Films of Zalman King
