‘Bang My Box: The Robin Byrd Story’ Review: The Public Access Mistress
With Robin Byrd, you kind of had to be there. There, in this case, being the red-orange dank no-man’s land of late-night Manhattan public-access cable TV in the ’70s and ’80s. That’s where Robin Byrd, in her black-crochet bikini, with her caramel-blonde hair and white-as-Elmer’s-glue fingernails and spaced-out grin, was the beckoning host of her … Read more