Trashfilm Roadshows is a globetrotting adventure about a shameless East German opportunist and his bad obsession with foisting scratchy 8mm films onto an unsuspecting public, whether they like it or not. Schonherr was tossed over the wall as a young man for his rabble rousing, and found a new home freaking out the squares at a lefty Berlin film collective, where he insisted on dragging luckless NYC cinematic bad boy Nick Zedd over to show "Whoregasm" to a bunch of people that were absolutely going to hate it. They did. Zedd almost got gassed for his efforts. The lure of the almighty "Bad Scene" had bitten Schonherr like a vampire, however, and in this book, he talks about his travels and misadventures all over the planet. In Seattle, he packed them in with the GG Allin documentary, "Hated", even though his equipment was so degraded the soundtrack was incomprehensible. In Detroit, he wandered through the city's worst neighborhoods, driving a car with Jesus headlights, searching for a projector to put on a show in an empty dive bar. In Moscow, he showed American industrial films to bewildered Russians. Then he went to North Korea to hassle them about Godzilla rip-offs. Twice. Written in the sort of breezy short-hand common among Europeans used to rapidly switching languages in their daily lives, which makes for a brisk read- I actually polished this book off in one subway sitting. It's all fascinating reading, even if Schonherr comes off as thoughtless and self-serving, at times. For example, his second trip to North Korea is rife with half-assed Communist intrigue, as he and his traveling companions constantly slip by the watchful eyes of their caretakers, taking photos and shooting video even though they're well aware (someone else's) heads will roll as a result. There was actually no point at all to this second visit, except for the subversive kicks of the author at the North Korean government's expense. And charging seven dollars to watch blurry underground movies in a condemned, possibly hazardous old cinema, while homeless people audibly bicker on the other side of the thin wall sounds like shady business practice, even in Manhattan. Still, it is the compelling true story of one man's vision of guerilla cinema come to life, the last man standing in the battle against the warm fuzzy cocoon of home entertainment. He lost, of course, but at least he got to fuck in the desert along the way.