Wet & Wild is no exception.We open with his camera prowling 42nd Street. It's like traveling back in time, before the sacred Deuce was defanged by greedy politicians and Disney. Rows of lit-up marquees, peepshows, X-rated theatres and nudie bars bring a lump to the throat. (Snuff is shown playing at the National!) In a Times Square grindhouse, a ski-masked sex fiend, brandishing a .38 caliber pistol, busts into the projection booth. He forces the projectionist to run porno flicks. We're taken on a foot-to-the-floorboards ride on a sexual safari through New York City's gutter. ("A steamy, seedy jungle of unfettered sex!")