Then there were the "movie reviews," big soft-core porn photo spreads. We would always fall silent when we'd turn the page to these. We'd read all the captions and our eyes would be wide and dazed, and, not really breathing, we'd take longer to turn the page. It wasn't a turn-on; it was just so unreal. It was like looking at pictures of dead bodies or the girls our age with saucers in their lips and ears in National Geographic. It was alien and scary and entrancing.