The new Glimpse by Roy Stuart – already the eighteenth! – is a great achievement that should delight the fans that we all are. The master of explicit erotic spectacle has again struck strong. Adept in the third way between eroticism and pornography, he gives us a masterpiece far from the insipidinous of traditional eroticism and the vulgarity of routine pornography.
What Roy tells us, who inscribes the Glimpses in this movement, is that the essential part of life is derived from the inexhaustible source of pleasures, the antipodes of a disappointing external world. The closed session is our safeguard. With this eighteenth Glimpse, we are the privileged spectators. The screen that is sometimes obscured between scenes reminds us: sex is our ally against nothingness. Woman is the past, the present and the future of man.
Such is the art of Roy Stuart: the height of eroticism. And this art fills us.