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Don't Mess With My Sister

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Don't Mess With My Sister Directed By Meir Zarchi Starring Joe Perce (1985).
From The IMHOP Dept. of Kris Gilpin
No, that title (an incredibly stupid one, indeed) is not a joke. As far as I know, this is the only other feature made by the infamous Meir (I Spit On Your Grave) Zarchi. (An aside: You know what else made "Spit" such a disturbing film to sit through? There was no background mood music in the flick, leaving the viewer with the eerie feeling something is out of kilter.

   Monte Hellman also did this in the wonderful road movie, Two-Lane Black Top which, having starred two rock stars (James Taylor and the late Beach Boy Dennis Wilson, made it more ironic) (James Taylor a rock star? Hardly Kris!-.ed). 


Large Marge in a very special cameo

   Anywho, Sis! (also written by Zarchi) is about this guy who works at an auto junkyard which is owned by his two brothers-in-law. This guy gets a surprise birthday party given for him, at which there is a belly dancer he later has an affair with. One night he follows said belly dancer to a rich fat ass's house and the fat guy tries to rape her; together the young man and the dancer beat the older man to death. As things get sticky and the affair is revealed, the brothers yell at the dude, while the wife contemplates leaving or staying with her hubby ("You didn't recharge your battery that night, you recharged your prick!"). Still awake?

YAAWWWNN!

   The artwork on the video box advertises this as a horror flick--which naturally, they would for any film from Zarchi, no matter what its genre--and just when shots are fired and fire is flung, just when you think something is finally going to happen, nothing ever does. Well, one thing does happen:the movie ends, as wifey forgives the dumb sap (I'll never throw another birthday party for you!" Isn't that cute?); it's like Fatal Attraction with a deathless non-ending. What's all this "plot" doing in a Meir Zarchi flick? You never really care for these characters. And what was the point of the murder, other than just to stick one in for good measure? One thinks he made this as a backlash to the criticism he received for Spit, but who gives a shit about this story? Don't Mess with this Sister! Another example of false advertising, there is nothing for the Sleaze Cinema enthusiast.


Wut up, I'm Roseanne Roseannadanna

It takes two to tango on a fat guy's face

I'm a fake Cathy Moriarity


Night Of The Bloody Apes

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Night Of The Bloody Apes (La horripilante Bestia Humana) Directed By Rene Cardona Sr. (1969/72).
If you've seen the epic trailer that finishes out Mad Rons Prevues From Hell, then you've seen the monkey money shot already right? Wrong, there's more levels of fun in this seven layer burrito of mutant apes and open heart surgery! 
   A mad scientist named Dr. Krallman (Jose Elias Moreno) will do anything to fix his pasty moon faced son named Julio (not Hoolio). He'll go to the zoo and shoot animals with a tranquilizer (where's the zoo keeper you may wonder)?
   He goes to extreme (and completely stoopid lengths) to help out his son by transplanting his human heart with a gorilla one. This involuntarily turns his boy into a beastly humanoid monkey and it sets him on a rampage through-out the neighborhood. 
   Rene Cardona is the man responsible for the greatest Christmas joke ever unearthed on an unsuspecting 60's kiddie audience, Santa Claus! You are all familiar with the one where Kris Kringle fights Satan, pals around with Merlin and famously became brilliant fodder on MST3K. The mad scientist from this, actually played Santa Claus in the frightening holiday favorite.  
Feliz Navidad??

   The definition of insanity is doing the same shit repeatedly and expecting different results. You won't believe when you witness the doc and his Igor-esque servant, incessantly capture and re-capture the mutant Simian, tie him down with the flimsiest rope they can get a hold off and every single time he breaks out. It happens over and over so much, that it may cause you to rip your hair out or break into a rash! 


Oi, I shouldn't have drank so many Tecates

   The bloody ape's reign of terror includes nearly raping girls in showers, slapping down random strangers in parks and popping out various body parts (limbs, eyeballs, etc). The film is split up into three subplots, one involves a female wrestler, I referred to as The Devil Bitch. Her trials and tribulations eat up half the story line and she becomes a crucial part of the experiment later. There's a bunch of detectives and lawyers that chew up more scenes (didn't really pay attention as to how they are connected) and then there's the real footage of open heart surgery, which was padded along with extra gratuitous nudity to sell it on the exploitation market. 
Get Yer Hot Monkey Love right here


   Night Of The Bloody Apes is really trashy and a laugh riot! I love how towards the end he gets sick of not wearing a shirt and puts on a high collared button up shirt and pajama combo! If you like bad dubbing, ultra violence and Mexican wrestling then saddle up for this trash classic! Even though Monkey's are shot and set on fire, no animals were harmed (just people in ape suits and someone's heart transplant surgery, which probably went swimmingly, but who knows)?


Available from Something Weird Video


ouch mi maldito globo ocular

Devil Bitch in action

Wrap it up in a burrito with some cheese and Tapatio

    

Mongrel (1982)

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Mongrel (1982, directed and written by Robert A. Burns)

Review by Goat Scrote

      It was easy for me to get suckered into watching "Mongrel" because I'm a foaming, rabid lunatic when it comes to killer dog films and the related subgenre of "killer humans who think they are dogs" movies. Oh shit, did I manage to give away the big twist in the first sentence of the review? That's some tragic irresponsibility on my part. It's true, "Mongrel" is not about a mongrel at all. It's painfully apparent right from the start even though the movie spends most of its energy building up toward a big reveal that the obviously crazy guy is obviously crazy. Who could possibly see a twist like that coming?

How did I fall into a pile of ketchup and mustard

      The gore is super weak and the production values are all around pretty bad. At one point we are told that someone has had their throat ripped out when we're looking right at the victim and there's hardly even a blob of red paint on his neck. The kills are mostly off camera, even when we are ostensibly witnessing the murder. The discordant electronic score (by Ed Guinn) is kind of interesting but it's not something most people would listen to for pleasure since its purpose is to create anxiety and to make you feel unpleasant. Useless trivia: Composer Guinn had an acting role as a truck driver in "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" (1974). The best moments in the movie are when the "Deep Throat" pinball machine is on the screen, because it is an impossibly bitchin' relic of a very strange era in U.S. culture.

Four Boners and you get a free ball


       At the end they finally get around to showing the villain in action and that part of the movie is decent. The final 15 minutes includes some exciting suspenseful moments, but it's way too little, way too late. Most of the time all we get is an unseen menacing presence. The noises it makes sound nothing at all like a snarling mongrel, but sound very much like somebody wrestling with indigestion over in the next stall. Just imagine what watching this movie would be like if it didn't have a "Deep Throat" pinball machine. The horror.

Warning, this pinball machine may give you gonorrhea

       So there's this Texas boarding house, see, and there are a bunch of jerks, a pornographic pinball game, and one mean-ass mongrel dog all living there together. One of the jerks, a guy aptly named Toad (John Dodson), teases the dog with raw meat. Toad ends up with the stitches he so richly deserves, but the dog is shot by house bully Woody (Mitch Pileggi). The two biggest douches in the house see this as an opportunity for comedy. Toad and Woody use the mutilated corpse of the dog to play a prank on one of the other residents. This misadventure ends with accidental electrocution of the target. Later on, the douches bully everyone into keeping quiet about exactly how the accident happened and dump the rotten dog corpse in the back yard. Jerry, the timid new tenant, witnessed the earlier dog attack and when he comes home to find the dug-up corpse in the yard, the sight really freaks him out.

Believe it or not Mitch would go onto worse shit like Return Of The Living Dead 2

      The poor kid is more than a little high-strung to start with and he went through a traumatic dog attack as a child, so this latest experience leaves him unhinged. He starts by horribly mutilating the sweet new house puppy. One by one, the other tenants start dying off, while Jerry complains about some kind of monster that is roaming the house at night. Since the actual mongrel gets killed off very thoroughly right away, and everyone else living in the building is just a garden variety neurotic, Jerry's the only real suspect throughout the whole movie.

Puppy Before
Puppy After
      There's one scary shot of his face in crazed-dog mode and they could have shown a lot more of that, but it's flashed up almost subliminally. As abysmal as his dog act is throughout most of the movie, for a brief moment on screen, Jerry's twisted other self comes across as a scary human monster! They might as well have just gone for the gusto right from the start and showed Jerry's dark half but… no.

Kiefer Sutherland stole my vampire act for The Lost Boys 

      Even after he is revealed as the killer we spend the rest of the movie watching Jerry from behind, which makes him really kind of non-threatening again. He chases anyone who comes into the house and kills people with his bare hands and his teeth. It's a horrifying premise but the kills are never even slightly graphic. In the end, the landlord (Aldo Ray) shows up with a shotgun and blows Jerry away just as he is about to kill his own best friend, the one person who has been super-nice to him through the whole movie.

Is this the face of a killer?


     The pinball game shows up between 10 and 15 minutes in. The big prank starts at 34 minutes. The first murder is about 50 minutes in. The reveal and the climactic killing spree starts at 72 minutes, and there is absolutely no shame in skipping to that part without being punished by the rest of the movie.

The Last Shark

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The Last Shark Directed By Enzo G. Castellari Starring Vic Morrow (1981).
This film opens with an italio-disco ditty crammed with unintelligible lyrics that mention cocaine will mess up your brain as a windsurfer boogies the fuck down. This guy must be a local celebrity because everyone on the beach is cheering him on, even a DJ in a sweet satin jacket. Soon enough it looks like Mike the windsurfer is about to turn into chum because a hungry shark (with zero theme music to warn us) is on the loose. I wonder if Guido and Maurizio (of Oliver Onions infamy) had a song in mind and scrapped it once Spielberg's lawyers came busting down their hacienda.
   The fake Chief Brody (or in this case Peter Benchley--Ahem-- I mean Peter Benton) is played by the star of Beneath The Planet Of The Apes star James Franciscus. Fake Quint (or Ron Hamer) is played by Vic Morrow and there's no Matt Hooper but we do get Al Cliver's disembodied voice actor; Ed Mannix.
PUHLEEZZE! They paid me in Scotch

   A severed "male" arm drifting in a puddle is shown, a fake shark fin tacked on a surfboard and finally a giant shark proof cage is put in place, just in case you forgot this was a bonafide Jaws ripoff. 
Oh yeah and the mayor is panicky because a measly shark (which hasn't made an appearance yet) ate Mike the rocking windsurfer.

Rick Dees is requesting disco duck again

   Obviously this Mike fellow was a big deal, otherwise no one would care. Vic Morrow veers in and out of his comical Irish accent, as he goes through the "Head, the tail, the whole damn thing speech", which sounds very flat and unimpressive. I have a hard time believing William Friedkin or Spielberg even picked up the phone to hear a dial tone, let alone call their team of lawyers to shut down those productions, but apparently this and Abby put a big enough poodle up their butts to provoke a lawsuit!
Please don't play Country Joe & The Fish again

This is the kind of crazy beach that has hippies that live in timeboxes--I still have no idea what that's all about!
   There's zero character development as fake Quint and Brody just hang out with each other and go through the motions of what the "Jaws" people did.

everybody out of the pool, someone dropped their Babyruth

A giant windsurfing competition breaks out like a rash-- I mean we need something for the shark to do! 
   Speaking of carcarion carcarius, the two bit shark looks worse than the cheesy one at Universal! Even the one in Bruno Mattiei's Cruel Jaws was scarier, this one makes Jabberjaw look like an unholy demon fish! They mix in footage of one of the chintziest sharks available and had the actors scream at the camera. 
   Towards the end they finally find some decent shark footage, the one we've all seen on Shark Week, as the mayor decides to fly over in a helicopter and tease the beast with a giant hunk of horse meat. The shark takes down the whole operation and chomps the mayor in half (this is the best part of the movie)!
Gulp, these boots are chewy
The dumbest thing about this flick is how there's never any red water, once a victim is bitten to pieces nothing ever jets out, that's just pure laziness if you ask me. The finale is so retarded, that is goes from unwatchable to essential viewing, don't miss it!

BEGRUDGINGLY RECOMMENDED!

Messalina Messalina

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Messalina, Messalina (Caligula 2, Empress Of Rome,) Directed By Bruno Corbucci, Starring Anneka Di Lorenzo (1977).
There has been alot of dull garbage in the catalog lately, I'm basically scrapping the bottom of the barrel now. I'm not too worried because there's always more scum and remnants of good trash to be unearthed. Plus there are many other sources and catalogs (Threat Theatre, Mondo Macabro, Gore Gazette, Psychotronic, SWV, etc.) with goodies that fit in with the exploitation film circuit or stuff in league with all the Deep Red laserdiscs dubbed onto VHS tapes. It has the potential to last for years, so fear not dear readers!

Video Pirates Inspire me to dig deeper into the vaults and find something better

   I've never cared for the Sword and Sandal scene or Peplums and this film does not change my mind at all. It's pretty corny, there are alot of unfunny jokes, nudity (that doesn't enhance any shred of your enjoyment) and maybe 10 minutes of blood shed. I'd say this is tailor made for those with a historical boner for Caligula-Mania and all related Greek accessories.
   So who was Valeria Messalina anyhow? She was an insatiable slut who used political power against her gullible husband Claudius. Her sexuality was an instrument of embarrassment (which seems impossible in the lusty, fuck-anything-that-moves state of Rome)! For her attempt at tricking a partner into joining up and overthrowing Claudius' rule, she was stabbed to death.
   Even for a Western Civilization story, this doesn't seem like a choice subject for anyone, let alone an accomplished director like Bruno Corbucci to tackle. But maybe I just don't get it! Or perhaps it should remain a forgotten mistake by all involved!
   It starts off like a Mel Brooks production of Greek tragedy, only if the script was written by the guy at the craft services table instead. Tomas Millian, the main actor in many impressive Italian Police Action flicks and Spaghetti Westerns is wasted here. The credits actually mention a disclaimer that says the Bob GuccioniCaligula set was used without consent!
The dubbing is very goofy in Messalina, as the empress of Rome has her centurions out measuring penis sizes and capturing slaves for her to screw around with.
   The actor who plays Claudius (Vittorio Caprioli) is all wrong, he farts a lot and if I was five I doubt I'd even think this was funny.
   Tiberius Narcissus is another featured historical character that hangs around doing nothing important. When Messalina has sex with her first chosen stud, she and her husband bicker at each other in a very 70's unfunny/ miserable fashion like the LockHorns comic strip or the Ropers (on Three's Company) if they had sex.

My Queen, shall I set up more board meetings?
   There's almost as many scenes of dull congressional meetings as in The Phantom Menace!
Tomas Millian, who plays a brash loud mouthed hunchback with an afro, most likely hung out on the set to score some hot babes or was hard up for the money!
Claudius watches the hunchback insult the Empress, dressed incognito among the slaves. This part was mildly interesting, considering that he would spy on his wife out in the village.

I need to hitch a ride on an eagle to fly me out of this shitty movie

   Corbucci is out of his element and the only explanation I can think as to why he took on this production is because he had it out for Tinto Brass. He's not channeling Joe D'Amato or even Bruno Mattei, when he sadly should be, there's a criticism you'll likely to never hear again!
The last thing I watched by the Django director was Aladdin, which was head and shoulders above this Falafel stuffed with turds and shattered glass!
   The immature dopey sense of humor is pretty monotonous, I doubt anyone who hasn't taken a Western Civ. class would even bother sitting thru this junk.
The actress that plays the title character Anneka Di Lorenzo is very attractive, I had seen her in Rape Squad before and oddly enough didn't notice her.

What time is it, time to shut off the movie

   I heard from Psychotronic Video that people were slipping around in pools of blood, but that finally was not worth sticking around for.
   She calls one man who refuses her horny clutches a "faggot" and then has lesbian sex with her own sister, now who's calling the Humus, chick pea dip?
   The usually likeable Millian makes a lot of feces jokes and generally wears out his welcome.
There are zero characters to like or identify with, so it's pretty much a waste of time from beginning till end, like most peplums.

Messalina was the original Kardashian

   The lead actress gets naked a lot, but even if they cleaned up this washed out squiggly Youtube print, the jokes and situations are still tedious and dull as shit.
   It all ends in a bloody battle where severed arms splurt out blood and severed heads are kicked around. It all adds up to nothing however and was a supreme waste of time.

TOTALLY WORTHLESS!


Punishment for giving it a thumbs up


Assault: Jack The Ripper

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Assault Jack The Ripper Directed By Yasuharu Hasebe, Starring Tamaki Katsura 1976.
Down at a fancy bakery restaurant, a curly haired waitress and a cake decorator's relationship begins to blossom. The girl hates her job and is ridiculed and pushed around by the customers. They drive around together through a rainstorm as a wonky hitch hiker jumps in, strips naked and smears wedding cake over her breasts. 
   This is a "Pinky Violence" flick from the fine folks at the Nikkatsu studio, and is a totally new breed of subgenre, anything usually goes (see Star Of David: Hunting Beautiful Girls for an example). They are overtly explicit and always mix demented subtext with constant nudity (minus public hair, which the Japanese censors have a phobia of).


Do you guys like Headcheese Sushi roll?

   The hot Japanese version of Edwin Neal, cuts into her own arm, all the while giggling like the famous Chainsaw relative. They kick her out of the station wagon and leave her in the rain. Bad luck begins to thrive as they drag her dead naked body toward a junkyard and accidentally split her open on a piece of jagged metal. 

You're telling me this doesn't give you a boner?
   The fear and blood, violently turns them both on and they ravenously hump. 
The next day, instead of pursuing their relationship, the baker ignores the waitress and she in turn tries to make him jealous. She has a 69 in a car with a random old man customer as her "new boyfriend" sits outside and broods. All the sex is obstructed by creative chairs or angles that strategically get in the way of genitalia like in Austin Powers


Murdering people makes me crave the syrupy taste of Coke

   Coke makes a very special perverted use of product placement. The waitress and her partner get turned on by kidnappings and causing car accidents but other then that don't seem to get along. They callously gut a school girl in an abandoned bowling alley with a cake knife as cheery Captain and Tennille style music plays to signify their pleasure over their random slayings. 
   Assault treats sadistic violence like it's a bucket of oysters and champagne, it celebrates the destruction of innocent lives. The juxtaposition of torture and violence peppered with inappropriate slap happy music in intentional. It's capped off with a really fucked up scene, where a women with a dog is abducted, humiliated then stabbed in the vagina! 

Relax that cervix, I'm a pro at this

   Again it's treated for laughs and the tone is never downbeat, almost as if they expect the audience to be as sexually excited as the characters in the film. The worst part is that there are no repercussions for the thrill killings. The sexual violence never stops and almost gets tedious. There's absolutely no authority or police presence, in this version of Tokyo, they don't exist. That being said, I immensely enjoyed this bleak comedy, which is definitely not for everyone, it's very barbaric, misogynistic, horrifying and yet also hilarious! As for the title I can't figure it out, there's obviously no connection.
Available to rent via Netflix on DVD.


Dammnit I peed hotsauce again
     

Eyeball

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Eyeball (1975)
AKA Gatti rossi in un labirinto di vetro
AKA The Secret Killer

Starring: Martine Brochard, John Richardson
Directed By: Umberto Lenzi

Review By: "Machine Gun" Kristin

SPOILERS! (*Zoinks!*) 



The poster for this film, "Eyeball" definitely surpasses the film, which is always a bummer. I didn't think the movie was as terrible as said through some various sources, including its "dog" rating from the Deep Red catalog itself. This movie is pretty far removed from calling it a gore film since it's maybe 20% bloody and too obscure to find a cult Lifetime channel movie type status. I'd say it's more mystery than horror, but being directed by Umberto Lenzi ("Cannibal Ferox") might just give it the Italian horror title, but it's probably more towards the Giallo side of the genre. Giallos a lot of times are like soap operas or romance novels. 


We follow a nervous wreck of a woman named Alma (Marta May), popping pills on a plane bound for Spain which is where this whole movie takes place. I kinda wondered if Umberto had some frequent flyer miles to blow and decided to make a movie around that so he could be surrounded by really good looking women for a couple of months. We end up hanging out with an odd batch of travelers making goofy remarks about America, led by a completely insane tour guy with a penchant for scaring people with fake spiders. As soon as they start "sight"-seeing (harhar, see what I did there?), an innocent girl is knifed to death. Her eyeball is removed, leaving a dark spot over her face. We're bounced around from one failed theory to another as to who's committing these same exact killings, which occur a few times. It's fun to guess who it may or not be, because thankfully I didn't guess it right, so at least there's that sense of interest to keep you watching. I mean, you might as well "see" it through right?  (sorry, I'll stop with the puns). There's some nice scenery, some kool outfits ("look" at the stewardess on the plane!), a discotheque, and even a creepy haunted house ride. We end up seeing part of that sequence twice in the pretty lazy opening credit display of a hodge podge of scenes that don't have anything to do with another. They might have been trying to string together some symbolism with the various red raincoats and night robes shown throughout, but who knows. I certainly know they thought people would appreciate the cute lesbian couple or the multiple pairs of boobs dispersed through the movie. haha. 


The music in the film was sort of maudlin and kinda bland. It was a bit repetitious, since they used the same two pieces over and over. The first one sounded like the traditional power ballad type opening keyboard notes, which kept making me think of that horrid "Don't Speak" song by No Doubt, getting stuck in my head. Then the other piece of music sounding just like the theme from CAN"T THINK OF IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME! Anyone? Anyone?


Anyway, there are better movies than this of the genre, but it's not as awful as people say it is. Just be warned, it's very tame. 


Check out the trailer for "Eyeball":


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Runaway Blues

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Runaway Blues (Biao Cheng, Insaciable Venganza) Directed By David Lai Starring Andy Lau (1989).
There is one title in the Deep Red catalog that's so elusive, any attempt at a Google search or any other pedestrian methods of web surfing ends up totally dry. The film is called Insatiable Vengeance. Runaway Blues on the other hand may or may not be the coveted film in question, but it doesn't matter because both films will eventually get reviewed. By accident, I've discovered an incredible action packed cinematic time bomb with the Hong Kong film, one that gives Full Contact a run for its money. 
   That being said, I was alittle annoyed that I didn't hit paydirt and there are two culprits still left in the ball pit. The films are: A Rene Cardona III (the heir to the Bloody Apes throne), his 1999 selection is called Insaciable Venganza and Francisco Guerrero's Intrepidos Punks from 1980, which was featured in Destroy All Movies by Zack Carlson and Bryan Connolly.   
   After some internet detective work of endlessly trolling around the subterranean market, trading prescription pills, dealing with scum and intergalactic villainy, it finally dawned on me, I had been looking for the wrong Insatiable Vengeance and this catalog title just led me nowhere!
   The film is described by Chas Balun as a hyperviolent revenge yarn that cranks up the usual exploitation wallowing to at least three notches. It was supposed to have Spanish dialogue and a biker chase ending in a blood soaked climax. Then it struck me I had to delve into the secluded world of Latin American VHS trading. 
I must thank terrorfantastico.comfor unwrapping this Moo shu Pork treat wrapped in a burrito shell. I also must give credit to William of The Video Junkies, who raided a site called Vomit Bag Video, which led me to believe, perhaps I hadn't found my Tintorera the bloody mouthed shark just yet! Ouch, I was slightly hurt. 
   For now, lets all plummet into the sleazy world of organized crime, empty gun clips, near fatal traffic accidents and hemorrhoids with Runaway Blues


gentlemen start your sphincters, I mean engines
 
    It all explodes into a Chinese New Year celebration with ruthless gangsters betting on a high speed bike race, where the stunts look skin scrapingly real. Two opponents ride with a deadly chain link connecting their wrists. They nearly collide and crash and burn within everything in their path.
   Kwong played by the dynamic Andy Lau, hangs his enemies girlfriend with the bike chain while careening off a ledge. And I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but it triggers a violent retaliation that brings forth catastrophic consequences. 
   While hiding out in a lighthouse, dudes with bats take revenge by murdering his girlfriend with bats!
You mean you don't enjoy Nips hard candies?


   Kwong's Uncle Nip, played by Chan Ging-Cheung, sets him up with a new identity. This film doesn't take even half a breath, before it unleashes a constant barrage of fury. Uncle Nip is a heartless gangster whose henchmen douce a narc named Wetback with gasoline and set him ablaze, it looked horrifically authentic.

I like to use crime scene evidence as a coaster
   Anti-triad agents start snooping around and find out about Uncle Nip and his devious Nephew. This is the first I've ever heard of a Gov. task force cracking down on gangsters in a Hong Kong film! The head agent honcho is named Ronnie Cambridge (Robert Zajac), he complains about his hemorrhoids and says "that means I'm not gay", he wants Kwong to rat on his Uncle. Through out the film, anytime we see Ronnie it's hilarious because he's either picking up Preparation H or getting Ass surgery! 


I like the HK version of Parks and Rec. better

 The main character comes to the aide of his new girlfriend played by Shirley Lui Sau-Ling, after he hears her screaming from a self induced abortion. Like a trooper, he stuffs a towel in her mouth and helps deliver the stillborn placenta (I'm assuming that's what I witnessed).
    Later on a dispute with sharp knives and fist flying, ends with a guy smashing through a window head first onto a bus, then as he falls into oncoming traffic, rolls over and brushes himself off without a scratch (he'll most likely internally bleed to death)!


Come and see the Banana Dolphin at any cost!

   The action takes a breather for awhile to build up some drama, don't get too agitated adrenaline junkies because the ending really delivers.
   A kung fu alley battle ensues, but it's done in a brotherly play fighting way and is some foreshadowing for a character that plummets from a high story window and lands on some laundry sticks that break their fall. 
   Andy Lau and "the abortion girl" (Sau-Ling) begin to connect on a romantic level, they have decent chemistry and a platonic bond also forms with a female room mate. It's just an all out love fest, that is until the finale, just wait-- because it gets really good.
   Ronnie constantly follows him around, he preaches what he calls "the superiority of capitalism". Director David Lai almost reaches the pinnacle of John Woo style action and pathos, but not quite. 

Madam you have to leave, visiting hours are over
   One gangster (Sunny Fang Kang) that battles in the final showdown is kicked thru a window and falls into an open sewer! The ending will knock your face off! There's a severed head used as bait on a dog racing track, a human body used as a shield in a shootout on an escalator, although I know I've seen Bruce Willis and Schwarzenegger use that same trick in their blockbusters. The director of this also made The Possessed series (which were pretty dull), Savior Of The Soul and recently produced The Transporter 1 and 2 with Jason Statham. Don't let some of these weak credits persuade you to not seek out Runaway Blues, it's an action packed firebomb that is worth your time.
Highly Recommended!  

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Those aren't Snausages

My face is leaking raspberry compote again

Futuristic extra large microwave that cooks while you wait inside


The Beast and the Magic Sword

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"in distant times and when all fantasy was possible
the tragic legend of Waldemar Daninsky and his eternal 
curse was born."

-Reviewed by Skunkape-
The Beast and the Magic Sword directed by Paul Naschy  (1983)

 The Beast in the Magic Sword stars Spain's legendary Wolfman Paul Naschy . It has castles,demons, witches, magic, kung fu and boobs but even with all these elements combined it's still a huge bore. I can certainly respect Naschy for his contribution to low budget horror, but here he's got as much screen presence as an ingrown butt hair. No one in this film seems to be having any fun whatsoever with their roles. All the actors deliver their lines like they're in a trance. Maybe Werner Herzog dropped by the set and hypnotized them before working on his own experimental film Heart of Glass.
"My beard is better than your beard!"
  In the year 938 during the residence of the Emperor Otto The Great . Naschy plays a great warrior who does battle with a demonic ogre. After decapitating this monster and oppressor of the people, Otto The Great gives him the choice of anyone of his daughters' hands in marriage and of course he chooses the youngest.(Hey, you would too!) An evil witch and loyal follower of the demon then puts a curse of vengeance on his new pregnant wife.

"I'm gonna skull fuck that bitch!"
Flash forward and we meet the son of the cursed family,Waldemar Daninskyand carrier of the curse . What is that curse, when the moon is full he becomes a werewolf! Waldemar and his woman visit an alchemist who can help. But nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition and they arrive, killing this man for blasphemy. Waldemar may be to late to save this man but he does single-handedly fuck up the Inquisition. The dying alchemist tells him there is one last hope, that he must go to Japan and find Kian () a man who may have the cure. But he will only tell him where to go, if he promises to take his blind assistant along and since his blind assistant is a pretty good-looking woman, he agrees.

Put this with the 7 other heads in Joe Pesci's duffel bag.

"I'm gonna make you howl tonight babe."

"My father was killed by a six fingered werewolf."

 He finds Kian and while being treated for his wolf man illness the moon turns full again and again, he wreaks havoc all throughout these once peaceful lands destroying dojos left and right . The movie may not be as horrible as I first described but it should be so much better, the story was great and the locations are beautifully shot. I'll give you some even more reasons why it sucked though, the fight scenes are horribly choreographed and Naschy's werewolf costume makes him look like a wet puppy with matted fur. One major reason for seeing this film would be when the werewolf is forced to fight a real tiger by an evil sorceress. It's pretty bad ass, but doesn't quite rival Fulci's  zombie versus shark scene in Zombie aka Zombie 2. Maybe it just needed a score by Fabio Frizzi to bring up the tension a little.

4 out 5 Japanese alchemists choose bayer.

Wolfman "Jack"Off

"This is what should of happened in the Life of Pi!"
"Can somebody get me a napkin?"



"Beast and the Magic Sword" is a wasted opportunity. A great idea executed on a completely average level. It certainly wouldn't ruffle my feathers if a remake were announced.

4/10 ON THE CULT-O-METER
Hardcore Paul Naschy Fans Only


Theater of Guts Tribute Trailer 
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A Spanish Werewolf in Japan!



An awesome poster!




Intrepidos Punks

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"Intrepidos Punks"(1980)
Starring: Princesa Lea, Juan Valentín, Ana Luisa Peluffo, Juan Gallardo
Directed By:  Francisco Guerrero

Review by:"Machine Gun" Kristin 

SPOILERS! (of course ya dummy) 


This movie is fantastic! If there already isn't a cult following for this, there definitely needs to be! I love these obscure 70s and 80s Mexican (or Mexploitation) films. They definitely deserve a resurgence and proper re-releases with translations, commentary and cleaned up film. "Intrepidos Punks" plays almost like a lost Troma movie and predates "Class Of 1984" with a lot of "Mad Max" thrown in. This is a great movie to watch with friends because you can easily transfer many of it's plot points into blackout drunk drinking games. I'm sure taking shots every time the gang cheers in this movie is enough to destroy your liver beyond repair. Let's also count all the mustaches too while we're at it. 


Made in 1980, "Intrepidos Punks" combines so many great elements so it's easy to overlook it's razor thin plot line. I'm sure the leather, studs and pouffy hair budget alone was enormous. We follow Fiera (Princesa Lea, !?), a leather studded bikini wearing bitch with a huge ass. She resembles a bustier Mary Woronov wearing Wendy O. Willams' wardrobe (or lack there of). Her and formerly jailed boyfriend Tarzan (El Fantasma who manages to squeeze in some fancy wrestling moves)lead a large gang of violent oversexed punks who don't even show loyalty to themselves at times. There's not a lot of gore in this movie (besides a severed hand in a gift box), but there's certainly it's fair share of violence and rape.






There's some great music sprinkled throughout the film. The theme is played time and time again, maybe even too much, but it's still super enjoyable to hear. Someone on YouTube was kinda enough to translate the whole movie including this song which is great because sometimes lyrics are omitted in film subtitles which is a shame. 


(add music notes here)
Lyrics:
Intrepidos Punks! Intrepidos Punks!

On the highways, and the cities too
Robbing anybody, the always break the law
On their motorcycles, riding around with their girls
Looking for adventure, they worship Satan

Intrepidos Punks! Intrepidos Punks!

Sex and drugs and violence, they're always after action
Sex and drugs and violence, and lots of rock n' rooooooooll

*solo*

They got lots of hideouts, where they can go party
They share their broads, their loot too
They always break the rules, they don't know right from wrong
With their leather outfits, the color of night

And their punk hairdos, causing murder and mayhem
Sex and drugs and violence, that's their religion....

etc,

They even let the band (Three Souls In My Mind) have a cameo during a multiple rape scene in the police wives' living room. Jeez, they sure set up their band gear fast! I wonder if they ever played shows with The Plugz? 

Twinzzz!


I'll blow out my broccoli brains


"Intrepidos Punks" could play alongside movies such Troma's "Hollywood Zap", "Joysticks" and obscure 1975 Mexican drug film, "Cristo Te Amo" (which I found at a thrift store with no subtitles so I have no idea what the movie's actually about). I believe "Intrepidos" was mentioned in the essential punk film book, "Destroy All Movies", which I really need a copy of. 

Such loyalty


Is there a better combination? 


Mr. Mister was not a punk band

Oh man, just found out there's a 1987 sequel to this called "La Venganza De Los Punks". Let's all cheer, YAYYYY!!! *barfs from drinking too much*

Check out the trailer for the sequel!

Watch "Intrepidos Punks"here

You can find a DVD copy here

If you know of another source, please list it below in the comments.

Also! I made a button from "Intrepidos..". Make sure you check out my Instagram for my cult movie (and more) buttons that I make and sell. :) 

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Cranky here, stellar job on the review sis! A special thanks to William Wilson of Video junkies blog for the suggestion that this may be the lost Deep Red title Insatiable Vengeance, so that's 2 down 1 to go. Next up will be the Rene Cardona Part 3 version of IV, could that be the correct satanic biker flick? Or could all of them just be a coincidence and Mad Foxes was the real culprit all along, shit I hope not!     

Raped By An Angel 2: The Uniform Fan

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Raped By An Angel 2: The Uniform Fan (Keung gaan chai fook yau waak) Directed By Aman Chang. Starring Francis Ng Chun-Yu (1998). 
I was slightly apprehensive to watch this sequel, I mean how could they top the last one, which if you remember fondly like I did, had an AIDS CLOWN? Let me explain; a women used her friend who was infected with the HIV virus as sexual bait for the maniac in a neon green clown suit from The Naked Killer 2 (or Raped By An Angel 1) and as punishment, contracted AIDS.
  
That's the last you'll ever see this hiv positive clown

   As far as I know, none of the sequels are related, I haven't seen Part 4 or 5 yet though, so each sequel has a new cast of killers and victims. In Uniform Fan, this new seedy character is a dental serial rapist named Philip Wong (Joe Ma Tak-Chung) who's into water sports and has an affinity for schoolgirl, mail worker or meter maid attire. 
   Two Asian stooges, one named Leonardo and another named Shitty(for real, no shit) are the awful comedy team in this sequel. Leo mentions he got his name "from the boy in Titanic" and I guess shitty is just a stinky fellow, they are played by Joe Ma Tak-Chung and Ronald Wong Ban. Both are out on parole, once they stumble upon a meter maid corpse that was raped and killed last night, they decide to carry her around like idiots. This is what passes for comedy in this dopey film. They stop at an outside restaurant and order western toast (which I can only assume means cowboy bread).

Not an authorized Raped By An Angel product

   A pretty female officer played by Athena Chu, fends off Leonardo's advances and her underage sister Jenny (Jane Chung Chun) goes to the dentist. The demented oral surgeon has hallucinations toward every women he looks at and envisions them radiating sexual attention toward him.
   The younger sister is drugged, but narrowly escapes being raped after the dental receptionist offers up her body instead to stop his perverted intentions. Something tells me she has been doing this for awhile. Philip the creepy hygienist stalks Jenny at her high school and buys her and some friends off with beer.
   My favorite part is when the dentist gets delusional fantasies about Jenny, who sticks her butt in the air and says plank me instead of spank.
   They try to recreate the similar romance between Leo the triad and a female officer (Chu) during the last sequel with Simon Yam and his girlfriend, but their chemistry is no comparison.
   Somehow at the party, Jenny is murdered by the evil dentist and her sister is punished for letting the rage get the best of her at work.

Corbin Bernsen eat my drill bit

    Uniform Fan has almost no bloodshed (other then the drill scene), but the warped storyline gives it enough momentum and entertainment value.
    Leo,who is sometimes called Bulky Kong (Ha--sounds like a Mike Tyson's Punch Out character), gets framed for rape by Mabel the dental assistant, who was already bruised and of course is also involved in his madness.
   After idiotic Shitty and Leo attempt to beat down the dentist in wacky disguises, he ties them up and goes to town on their teeth, using a craftsman drill. 
   Phillip's fate is sealed when he's confronted by the police women's field working granny, while trying to assault her grand daughter. This film by no means was as terrible as The Untold Story 2, which could never live up to the original impact. I'm in the sect of critics, who thought the original Naked Killer was pretty tame and too flashy for its own good. Raped Part 2 delivers in a more unabashed sleazy way, this one has got it's problems and is sort of forgettable, maybe part 4 will be more exciting. Jing Wong, is usually a name you can rely on when it comes to mind boggling depravity, his name is attached to the entire series. Better luck next time!

SLIGHTLY RECOMMENDED! This one is for Raped By An Angel completists only (if there are any)!

Available to rent on DVD via Netflix



Cemetery Of Terror

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Cemetery Of Terror (Zombie Apocalypse, Friedhof des Satans) Directed By Ruben Galindo Jr. starring Hugo Stiglitz (1985).

Hugo Stiglitz and Rene Cardona Part III are in this very special Mexican edition of Tales From The Crypt--Oh Wait-- I mean Cemetery Of Terror. I've been encouraged to watch this by someone I trust, who said it was slightly better than The Tomb Sackers. Let's all find out (Cackles in a Vault Keeper fashion).
   Hugo has been in almost every single Rene Cardona Jr. flick, he's his leading man and good luck charm, I guess, depending on your gag reflex. He was also the head honcho in Nightmare City. I read in a Shock Cinema interview with Stuart Whitman about Guyana Cult Of The Damned that Hugo's a nifty interpreter too, when you're stuck in a jam.


I just need to find a Mexican Richard Pryor and I can remake Silver Streak

   Stiglitz plays the disheveled Dr. Camilo Cardan. After a female is savagely attacked in an elevator, he receives a call while half asleep and splayed in a grotesque manor. He sort of looks like an owl with facial hair crossbred with a surly Gene Wilder. His insomnia is caused by a devil on the loose by the name of Devlon (Jose Gomez Parcero). That name reminds me of how in high school, Christian scare propaganda would say if you look at the Dio logo, you can plainly see it spells out devil in the calligraphy or some other horse shit!

Freeze or you're dead, Oh wait!

   A bunch of sexy chicas in heavy makeup lounge by the river, they half mention a hang out at a jet set celebrity party. They end up jet ski-ing instead and later at a spooky house party. 
The film sloppily establishes that it's Halloween night, by showing a kid carving a gourd and some of those cheap Ben Cooper plastic masks are worn. All the dudes are trying to get laid, but get turned down by their girlfriends. One character named Jorge (Servando Manzetti) wears a rad satin jacket with a painted skier on the back and a neckerchief, he looks alot like 80's sitcom actor Christopher Daniel Barnes (Day By Day).


I'll take a beer battered fish taco and provide my own tartar sauce

   Speaking of the 80's, there's some choice fashions to keep your eyes peeled for, like a poster paint Michael Jackson jacket. The kids also carry lit Jack-o-lanterns and hitch a ride to the cemetery in a scary van, I'm guessing Mexican kids have never heard of Adam Walsh or how other kids ended up on milk cartons for lesser fatal mistakes.

You should've listened to Mexican Mcgruff the crime dog
   
   Upstairs, he discovers the book of Devlon (a crumpled paper mache evil book of spells). 
Next everyone is clamoring to get to the morgue to steal a corpse for a satanic ritual.
   I like how none of the teens argue or say "Hey why aren't we trying to get to first base with our women instead"? They all silently work in accordance to steal Devlon's body and drive it to the haunted house. 

Estoy perdido, donde es el conjunto de Burial Ground (I'm lost, where's the set of Burial Ground)
  Hugo and his driving companion act like Donald Pleasance and that random cop hunting down Michael Myers, they want to cremate Devlon but it's already too late.
The stupid kids wait until after they've invoked the corpse of the evil bastard to return to start humping--which would be the absolute worst time!


What could go wrong, we got a whole case of Pepsi Free

   The Pedazo de mierda fat (fat piece of shit), slaps people around like their faces and insides are made out of wet tissue paper. I mean guts and necks get pried open with little effort, those are some working man hands!
   The little tykes from the beginning, out trick or treating, finally end up at the spooky house where all the teens have been killed (one has an axe stuck in his head).
The kids end up in the cemetery again where the zombies that punch through their graves look suspiciously like the ones in Thriller


This is less scary then a sleep over at Michael Jacksons (R.I.P.)

   I would love it, if Hugo turned around before the credits with giant yellow contact lenses like in Weird Al's Eat It video. But instead he shows up in a stolen police car, just in time to ram a magically rising cemetery gate and some zombies. In Mexico, zombies, like vampires are also afraid of crosses for some reason, that way it saves you a lot of money you'd spend at Walmart buying a gun.
   The whole mess could've been avoided if the teenagers hadn't been satanists in disguise and just burnt the book in the first place. Next time you're on your way to a house party to avoid any senseless murder or human sacrifices, ask your friends if they are Jesus freaks, no matter how embarrassing it may seem-- that's the message I took away from Cemetery Of Terror.
To Be Seen On Heavy Painkillers or other medication!





  

Satanic Attraction

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Satanic Attraction Directed By Fauzi Mansur, starring Gabriela Toscano (1990).
As I was scouring my dog-eared, decrepit copy of the infamous Deep Red catalog looking for the next rarity to place under a microscope and over analyze for your enjoyment. I saw an odd foreign name I'd never heard of before, Brazilian director Fauzi Mansur (reminds me of Fozzy Bear--Waka Waka). The only Brazilian cult cinema figure I'm aware of is Jose Mojica Marins (aka Coffin Joe). I was only half interested, that is until I saw a clip on J4THOI's Youtube channel and thought fuck yeah! This looks almost as if Amir Shervan lost his boner for big budget dopey action shit and went belly up for underground horror. Limbs extracted, buckets of blood, rituals performed and madness shall ensue. So in other words it peeked my interest into the deranged world of FM. If you'd like to know more about Brazilian horror check out this very informative blog (make sure you use the translate app, if you have one). 
   The film opens with an extravagant table filled with candles, a hooded coven of sullen faced characters and a goat headed priest. The goat's head looks like a cock eyed pan (think the satanic priest in the movie version of Dragnet, or Bathory's first album). Two blonde kids have their wrists sliced open as audio screams emit, but their mouths are closed. They explain the whole sacrificial scenario later on and it involves giving their children to Satan, so they won't lose their riches. Many illustrious celebrities are aware of this trick and it's a shame that it'll remain a secret, since the truth is contained in a Brazilian B-Movie.

This track goes out to my late husband, Al Goldstein
 
   A female Disc Jockey, who looks like Linnea Quigley named Fernanda (Gabriela Toscano), talks about a sacrificial killer with a hang up about his sister. The way she rambles on and on, makes me think I'm listening to NPR and a she's a foxy Terry Gross. As she describes a murder, a maniac on the beach slaughters an innocent girl and hangs her over a bucket to catch all the meat drippins. Everyone on the island listens on their boom boxes and the grisly details offend them, this is obviously not her target audience. There's the notion that it could all be a fantasy like the Orson Welles "War Of The Worlds" broadcast, or are her words being channeled by evil forces?
   Meanwhile Fernanda, the cute DJ's husband is cheating behind her back and even worse, his mistress criticizes the radio show!  
   The slayer carries two giant sized knives when he kills as if he's carving up a big chicken. A creature that looks like a Sleestak in a purple robe shows up in her bedroom and harsh winds blow everything around. Are the beings a figment of her imagination or are they real, I won't reveal it here, you gotta check it out for yourself.

I'm gonna sell these Chuck Taylors to some hipster band

   Her husband Francis is a total dickhead, his wife has a successful career, writes her own radio scripts and he cheats on her and puts her down.
   A female creature that looks like a Dick Smith 60's makeup creation shows up at the station and freaks her out! Later on it, pulls its neck open and a hunk of bloody sinew dunked in yogurt oozes out. 
Do you mind? I'm trying to make some guacamole
 
The radio stories of brutality get totally quiet as a poor girl gets stoned in a tub and butchered by the unseen killer, but not before he sticks razor blades in her soap--yeesh, that smarts!


Another Mr. Bubble fatality

   The dubbing is very robotic and sometimes it looks like the actors are speaking English. After Lionel (who wears a sailor hat) has sex with Fernanda they both snack on mangos. The authority on the island reacts to the radio show inspiring the real murders and they all confront the DJ at the station. One Bava inspired killing shows two people skewered with big harpoon as they have sex.


Oh shit, my condom broke!

   Later on, Francis' mistress Sarah is visited by a pair of severed bloody feet that show up on her lawn!
ZOINKS!

   The authorities and a busty pregnant woman, figure out that Sarah and her brother are the blonde children from the opening of the film. One of the most epic disembowelment hammock scenes occurs with the brother, who looks like Rik Mayall and a frizzy haired babe listening to her walkman, unaware that a giant sword is headed for her belly.

I'm gonna slice out these entrails for Cliff Richard

 This one is incredibly gory, clunky and unintentionally hysterical, all basic ingredients for essential viewing according to TOG readers! There's an endless amount of crucial information in the DR catalog and there's no doubt that a film like this only comes around once in a blue moon. I'm constantly discovering new information from that catalog of VHS bootlegs and as we all know, it has inspired so many cult DVD companies to re-release weird oddities and people in the horror community as a whole (I mean just turn to any page in Xerox Ferox)! J4THOI as far as I know is the only source for this film on DVD and you also get Ritual Of Death, so snatch one up!
   Before working in the horror genre Mansur made a bunch of hardcore porn in Brazil, one was a Fantasy Island parody!

Fun For The Whole Unwholesome Family!

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A sex dwarf Sammi Davis Junior and Michael Caine respectively

Weng's Chop Alert!!!

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Hello Readers, please buy a copy of Weng's Chop Magazine it features many TOG contributors like Greg Goodsell, Graham Rae and Kris Gilpin along with other talented writers. Brian Harris, Tony Strauss and Tim Paxton have brought really put together a wonderful publication that deserves your attention, please support them!
   I'm not only promoting it because Crankenstein chipped in a couple of reviews for Buddha's Palm and Dr. Death: Seeker Of Souls, but because I believe in what they do, and am inspired by them to have a print version of TOG too someday. I think print is more relevant and important then anything else that will eventually end up in an internet graveyard where its instantly forgotten. It never pays to follow the digital trends because they are too fleeting and expendable and zines and vinyl have returned once again, on a grassroots level.
   So, send them your money, enough of my yacking, stay tuned for more insults, rambling and of course wacky captions (like this one).

Atreyu!!!! Wait, you're not him, let me drop you now!


Ritual Of Death

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Ritual Of Death Directed By Fauzi Mansur starring Olair Coan (1990).
When Skunkape and I watched this together recently, both of our jaws dropped as we heard the opening credit 80's montage style song ("Beyound Love" by Sarah Regina). No that's not a typo this time, that's just how they spelled Beyond! It almost reminds me of those ultra cheesy songs that start out in various Cannon produced Sho Kosugi ninja vehicles. I knew from that moment that Ritual of Death was gonna rock! Fauzi Mansur delivers once again. It starts off at a church as a Winston Churchill/ Kane from Poltergeist 2 style tubby phantom haunts a community college, his name is Uncle Parker.

My bible needs a haircut

   A teacher who looks like Jack Marshak from Friday The 13th the series presides over an extremely crowded classroom. A tribe of Aztec-like indians conduct a grisly ritual, hence the title. As the ghost in the bowler hat holds a book with human hair sprouting from it, his hand splurts out copious amounts of pus. Brad (Olair Coan), one of the students in the class has gotten into more treacherous homework than he bargained for. The corpse the indians are preforming a dance and blowing smoke at, latches onto Brad's hand and then disappears. The results later turn him into a maniacal, raw meat eating freak in an executioners mask. 


I know Goat's head soup is good, but what about tacos?

    As far as the technical aspects of this film go, it's worse than a Jerry Warren production (The Wild World Of Batwoman). There's clumsy synthesizer sting noises every time they cut to Uncle Parker, the Churchchill ghost, there's some of the most inept dubbing, which sounds like a Drivers Ed. short and even a few jumpcuts. 
   It's all as intoxicating and hilarious as a Caipirinha, Brazil's national cocktail or as terrifying as an early Sepultura song!
   Brad and his buddy Jim (who apes Bogart by saying "this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship") are the main characters. Jim wants to steal an Egyptian parchment for them to use in their theatre group. They go to the library which looks like an old boat with stained glass and steal the fuzzy book. The teacher calls the police and warns that the book is dangerous, one cop who wears a sailor hat, looks like Chuck Berry to me.


If you see Keith Richards, tell him he's a cracker-ass bitch

   After 20 minutes the movie starts to get very repulsive as Jim and some gal hop into a bloody tub and rub a severed goat's head over their naked bodies. The dead goat looks uncomfortably real. Perhaps the reason the Indians are pissed off and haunting the actors is because their culture is being erroneously combined with a bunch of other tribes and some Egyptian mumbo jumbo.
King Tut, Buried with a Donkey, He's my favorite Honkey!
   
Brad goes to visit his jazz singing mom who sounds like Lauren Bacall if she gargled drano (I mean a voice so gravelly it could potentially hit the brown note)! Her son begins to stuff his gullet with raw meat as frogs hop around at their own accord, it's possible his mother may be a witch.

Go away Mom, I'm not drinking blood, I'm trying to masturbate

   Mansur's film always have some sort of satanic cult pulling the strings in the back ground. Some of the Egyptian sacrificing reminds me of Bloodfeast, but its all executed in a creative way that never blatantly rips off H.G. Lewis, unlike Mardi Gras Massacre
The clunky dubbing is off the charts hysterical and most of the characters sound like they are reading, that includes when they swear. 

I can't believe I got the role for this Poltergeist Neutrogena commercial!

   When Brad pulls his face open, his entire head erupts like a loaded zit. He skulks around the auditorium in a goofy executioner mask. One character drowns in a bath tub full of blood and his eyes pop out and float to the surface. The women in Ritual are very attractive, but you never get to enjoy their beauty, because they are disemboweled or stabbed in the face with a butcher knife. One murder is over the top creative, as a giant fan on wheels is pushed toward a victim and squashes his guts out like a smushed frog. It all ends in a smoky, disgusting pus filled gore fest and then that montage song plays over the credits. 

Highly Recommended! Go out of your way to see this one!   

Available from J4THOI 



Ok I found my contacts, now where are my eyeballs

The Brazilian porn parody of Friday The 13th The Series



Why all the FUTZ (1969)? NOT the worst of its type

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FUTZ! Directed By Tom O' Horgan (1969).
Review By Greg Goodsell

Interested in a story involving incest, bestiality and murder in a rural rustic community? Performed by a cast of hippie hillbillies that screams, sings, shouts and flail about as if in an epileptic seizure? If so, you are directed to see Futz (1969), a notorious counter-cultural bit of flotsam that serves as an argument that what may play well in a 99-set equity waiver theater may not translate that well to the screen.

Futz first dropped on my radar when Neal Gabler on PBS’ “Sneak Previews” (1982; both he and Jeffrey Lyons replaced original critics Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert) declared it as the worst film he had ever seen. Unable to find film clips, Gabler showed black-and-white photos of the cast’s spastic farmers as proof that this bizarre feature, about a sustenance farmer’s love affair with his pig, existed. (On the same show, Lyons had announced the Charles Manson-inspired schlocker Sweet Savior (1971) starring faded teen idol Troy Donahue, as his personal worst.)



Carrot Top -- the homeless years.

Based on an avant-garde play by Rochelle Owens, Futz was adapted to the screen by none other than Joseph Stefano, the man who adapted Robert Bloch’s Psycho for director Alfred Hitchcock in 1960! Futz likewise deals with psychosexual issues in a far less successful way.



By the light of the silvery moon -- incest!

The “story” if it can be called that: Our hero, Cyrus Futz (John Bakos) has foresworn off all normal human relations to the consternation of his erstwhile girlfriend Majorie Satz (Beth Porter). Futz has sworn all his romantic allegiance to his pig, which is hopefully platonic. No, Futz doesn’t plumb the depths of The Wedding Trough, aka The Pig Fucking Movie (aka Vase de noces, 1975) – wait for it. Meanwhile in the village, Oscar Loop (Seth Allen), the village idiot has brutally murdered a girl, saying that what he saw in Futz’ barn drove him to it. Oscar is executed, and Futz is tried as an accessory to murder.



Audience reaction to FUTZ!

This thumbnail sketch can’t begin to convey the texture of Futz. People scream, fly across the screen, strike poses and speak incomprehensible dialogue. It pretty much wears out its welcome within the first 10 minutes, and navigating through the film’s 91 minutes is quite a chore. Beginning with a highbrow orchestral recital that descends into chaos, Futz gibbers and screams across the screen. 



Have we ever seen a flutist flouting it as heavily as we do here?

Behind the camera is world-class photographer Vilmos Zsigmond, who was still cutting his teeth on negligible grindhouse fare such as Al Adamason’s Satan’s Sadists (1969) and Horror of the Blood Monsters (1970) at this point. His photography is by far the film’s best fea-ture, with beautiful compositions of the stark country-side. Futz has solid production values, with great photography, high-strung performances and an important mes-sage. At heart, the story of Futz is one on the importance of personal liberties, and how a community can work to ostracize those who are different. It’s all buried underneath attempts at being unconventional. As such, Futz remains a highly dated vision of hippie utopia as filtered through an old Bethel Buckalew hicks-ploitation film.  



This is the film in essence. Ugly hippie art.

Believe it or not, as lame as it is, Futz is NOT the worst film of its particular type. This reviewer argues that Strong Medicine (1981), also based on an avant-garde play by director Richard Foreman is THE WORST film of this particular type. Calling to mind a mixture of Samuel Beckett and Edward D. Wood Jr. with dialogue recorded verbatim from the dementia ward of a retirement community, Strong Medicine’s“story” is open for debate.



O.K. everyone get up on stage, and present their ideas on how to get out of this movie.

Strong Medicine’s heroine, Kate Manheim attempts to take a vacation but is met with opposition by characters dressed in 1930’s attire. Everyone wears thick eye makeup, men included. Sentences spoken by the performers change in midstream and usually end with the actors flailing about on the floor. At one point, Manheim dresses up as a chicken to everyone’s disinterest, and then stabs herself to death to satisfy the unspoken wish fulfillment for the audience. Buck Henry has a one-line spoken cameo and actors Raul Julia and Carol Kane are also reportedly somewhere in the debris as well. 



Quick! Before the church buffet is picked clean!

Anyone interested in seeing films that are different, very, very different – but not good, should put both Futz and Strong Medicine in their movie-watching queue. You can see Futz for absolutely free on YouTube by going here!
 
 

                                    STRONG MEDICINE: Chicken woman. Cluck cluck cluck.

Push the button, Frank!
Oh, you Futz! He majored in animal husbandry until they caught him at it.





















Kris Gilpin Interviews: Mr. X, Confessions of a Porno Cinematographer

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TOG's interpretation of Mr. X in his rumpus room


Confessions Of A Porno Cinematographer
By Kris Gilpin

Here's a Disclaimer that Goat Scrote provided:
We specialize in the objectionable, but sometimes something comes along that is so spectacularly offensive that it’s worth a little extra preparation. Lubing things up, if you will, to avoid unnecessary discomfort. This interview occurred in 1988, which may or may not seem like a very long time ago. There had never been a gay kiss on U.S. network television. Same-sex marriage wasn't even under discussion yet, the idea was so unthinkably radical that the possibility had never even occurred to most people. This was before you could type the word “transsexual” into a search engine and see dozens of examples of surgically-crafted genitals alongside personal diaries about the transition experience. There wasn’t even a “Jerry Springer Show” yet, to bring secret cross-dressers and diaper-wearing food-fetishists out of their closets and into the living rooms of America. In any case, some of the things Mr. X has to say could be construed as being not very fucking nice, so just try to remember that this article represents a snapshot of the experiences, attitudes, and judgements of one person at a particular moment in time, and nothing more than that, mmmmkay? But seriously, if you think you might be offended, this is your last chance to fuck off and read about something a little less raunchy.

While working as the apprentice film editor on MGM's In The Heat Of The Night
(for television), I met an assistant editor in an adjacent cutting room (he was working on an action series for an independent network). My new friend, who did not wish to be identified in this interview (let's just call him Mr. X, shall we?), is a very funny fellow, and I found we had many interests in common, such as British comedy (The Goon Show, Derek & Clive) and CD-only record shops. 
   The convo somehow got around to porno, as I discovered he had shot a 16mm, silent John Holmes epic in the late 60's (I had written four porno books in early 1980 in New York City--where else?--but that, as Gonad the Barbarian might grunt, is another story). So in the interest of our wanting to subject you, gentle reader, to the depths of human degradation and depravity, it was in that spirit this interview was conducted.
   Also of note is that this talk took place on the evening of March 10th, 1988--two days before Holmes died of complications from AIDS.

R.I.P. Johnny Wadd


Kris Gilpin: So how'd you get the job?

Mr. X: I knew the director's sister (he did not wish to name him); I got involved in shooting a natural birth; she had introduced me to this couple who wanted to have a natural birth photographed, which I did for them. This sister's brother saw the film, loved my photography and asked me if I'd do this (porno film) for him. I was out of money at the time, I had no job and it meant working Friday night, all day Saturday and all day Sunday. And I got a nice price for it. Then he asked me to cut the film, which I refused to do, so he did it then he asked me to come in once and a whaler to look at some of his cutting. Then I was no longer involved with it; in fact, I never saw the finished print of the film. Then that was the last I ever hear of him; he never called me again, and I don't know whatever happened to him.

KG: So you shot this porno flick called Enjoy, in two days and one night. How much did they pay you?

Mr. X: $400.

KG: What was the director like to work with?

Mr. X: He was O.K. He was a nice guy; he didn't push me around, or anybody else.

KG: What was John Holmes like?

Mr. X: A snob, not very nice and arrogant.

KG: A "big prick", so to speak.

Mr. X: Yeah, there you go (chuckles); I didn't really care too much for his personality. There were certain scenes in which the director would ask him, "Could we do this and do that?" And he'd answer. No, that's it; that's good enough." Like a couple of blow-job scenes the director wanted done a certain way, or done over. Holmes hadn't cum yet, but he said "No no, that's good enough; you got it. Let's go". In fact, I was on a (camera) crane, and he'd just walk under me saying, "No, I gotta go." But yet, he got his money.

KG: What's you reaction to the news he's dying of AIDS?

Mr. X: Well, I really could care less about him, because I really don't approve at what he made his living at; from what I was told, he's been doing this ever since he was 16, and that's all he did. He started out posing for stills, gradually went into films, then started producing and directing some of his own. So I have no sympathy for him at all; he's gone AC/DC, you know.

Once you AC there's no comin back to DC

KG: Any other "big" names in the cast?

Mr. X: No, but there was a lot of other people, and there was a married couple of performers who'd been in other pornos and had done a lot of still work. There were five to eight women--I can't remember that far back--the same with the men. One young man was 18, and the women were up to their late 30s. We even had some transsexuals; we just photographed them; we didn't show them having sex. There were two men who had breasts and small penises and testicles; one man had already had his operation, so he had breasts, and had his penis and testicles removed.



KG: He already had a vagina?

Mr. X: Yes, and it was.   .   . very ugly. We shot the transsexuals on a bed, playing with themselves; most of them were alone. Some of the women had very large clitorises and we showed how they protruded out of their vaginas [dear reader, does it make you feel dirty reading this? Because it makes me feel unclean just to type it!-KG]. And of course we had them just showing different sizes and shapes (of vaginas), which they'd open and close, and I'd have to zoom into them. The transsexuals were mainly just standing and posing, just to show you what they looked like. That was the whole premise of Enjoy: no matter what you look like or how you're shaped, you can still enjoy sex. And then we had guys just standing, showing the different sizes of erections; the camera was not on when a woman, who was hired just for this purpose, would suck them to an erection. Then she'd get out of camera range, so you saw them before and after (erections).

KG: But this was hard-core right?

Mr. X: Oh yes, we had a few couples fucking. The main thing was showing Holmes off. And we had a girl who was made to look like a teenager; she had braids I'll never forget. I panned from Holmes's face down to his dick, she was sucking him off. Then there was this 18-year-old kid who had a small penis to begin with, but then they put ice cubes behind his balls to make it even smaller. It was to show a comparison, because this 18-year-old kid and John Holmes standing next to each other was just a sight to be seen. And backtracking now, the man who was made into a woman was really a strange-looking human because he had breasts that looked like a fat mans--maybe a little bit bigger--and he had woman's hair. Then when I had to photograph his--or her--vagina it was just not normal looking, because it want straight and clean; it was almost jagged and you could almost see the scar tissue. And yet he,she, was married to a man who didn't know she'd had an operation; in fact, when we photographed this person, we had to put a pillowcase over his head--her head--its head.






KG: This sounds like one of those "old" 16mm silent loops.

Mr. X: Yes, with a music transfer, and I'd estimate it was between 45 minutes and one hour long. It was really underground. It was shot in a large loft somewhere on Las Palmas Blvd. near Hollywood Blvd. It was above a store and it was very, very large. In the beginning of the film we just showed you different forms--different sizes and shapes--of human beings; we got a lot of college people in. Then it ends with a whole big number with a man and a woman who really went through the whole number of foreplay and having sex. While he was screwing her we had a black backdrop, a black cloth, behind their white bodies. Then he came too soon, so we had to stop and he had to replenish himself by eating raw eggs. Then we went back and they continued again and, before he came, we had to stop everything, take the black backdrop away and put up a white one. And then, from the same camera position, he came, and that was supposed to be the "climax".


Raw eggs are also perfect for winning pie eating contests

KG: Did it feel awkward for you to shoot people fucking?

Mr. X: Yeah, at first it was because I'd never done anything like that before, and it was alittle embarrassing. There were the stagehands around of course, and there were about five elderly men sitting at card-table chairs, watching, because they put up the money. Then we did a crane shot, straight down to the couple, then gradually craned down and around to their side view, got close-ups between their legs and of their hands and her breasts, then I zoomed in for the cum shot. The first day I walked into the room, and off to the right there was this smaller room in which people were undressing and walking around nude. And one woman, who was fully dressed, was trimming pubic hairs on the men and the women so it'd look nice; then they had make-up put on their bodies. There was this young couple, boyfriend and girlfriend, from UCLA; we showed him standing there in the nude, then he went and sat down while this girl blew him, with his girlfriend sitting right next to them. Then he said to the director, "I had an accident"--he'd cum in her mouth--and he didn't know how he could get another hard-on. So his girlfriend volunteered to do it, but they wanted to do it in privacy, so they went into the bathroom and she gave him head.And the girl who was hired to give blowjobs was stripped to the waist; she had very large breasts, so while the guys were being sucked off, they could play with her tits at the same time.

KG: Did you see anything else that shocked or disgusted you?

Mr. X: The guy who''d already had his operation grossed me out; that was really unpleasant to look at, yet I had to get between the legs and photograph it as the vagina was being opened, and zoom into it. I had to make sure the light was getting in there to show what it looked like--it was not a pretty picture!

KG: Was there any other prima donna bullshit from the other "actors"?

Mr. X: The young couple was actually married, and we'd take breaks every once in awhile where we'd get into this little room and sit around to talk. The young wife had already had a baby--I think he was around three years old--and she said that when the boy got old enough, she was gonna teach him all about sex, and that she was gonna have sex with him.




KG: Sick shit; she wanted to have sex with her son?!

Mr. X: Not wanted to, but as sort of an educational thing; she'd be his first piece, to show the boy what it was all about. And the father agreed it was the best way, and that if they had a daughter, he'd do the same thing. Everybody sat around and mainly talked about their sexual attitudes and experiences; everyone there thought sex was a must and, no matter how you did it, it was OK.

KG: Any other stories? They ask you to make any more films?

Mr. X: The guy who rented the facilities to us came over and asked me, during one of the breaks, if I'd like to, and I said OK because I needed the money and I thought I could do it again. So I went to see him but then I got a little scared because, sitting all around the walls, were men only--young men. That came as a bit of a jolt, because I've never wanted anything to do with homosexuals; I thought for sure it was gonna be men and women. And when I got there and it was only men, and some of them were teenagers, I said noway am I gonna get involved with this! The guy was kind of sorry, because he'd already seen some of my footage and he'd liked what I show, and the way I shot it. But I said, "I'm not gonna do this," and I left, never to be seen or heard from again. And the director had liked what I'd done. I think he had the performers sign some sort of release saying it was O.K. with them to be photographed having sex. One of the women who applied the make-up was older but very well-preserved, and she giggled at the sex on a few occasions; it being without any sound, it was O.K. No one cared; they liked her reaction. You could see she was getting warmed up by it all; she was cute; it was fun to watch her. And to get the 18 years old, the director and one of the gaffers went out on Hollywood Blvd. and found a kid, paid him and brought him in. And while he was holding the ice cubes behind his balls, the kid kept saying, "You know, I may have a small cock but I do well with the women; they like me because I'm good looking."

KG: What name did you use in the credits?

Mr. X: I didn't have a credit; there was no credit to who photographed the film.

KG: What was the one thing you walked away from the experience with?

Mr. X: It made me feel as though I were in Hades, that it was something you might see going on in Hades, with everyone walking around naked and having sex, and doing every little crazy thing there is to do with sex. It was a weird feeling because I'd never been involved with anything like that in my entire career, coming from shooting educational films, using teenagers and college students.



KG: Did it scare you, like you were going against God or something?

Mr. X: Oh, yeah; I feel like I was doing something wrong but I thought, I cant help it; I need the money. In fact, months later when it was all over, I though, Well, I can never do that again, and I hope that I'm never so down and out that I have to stoop that low again.

KG: If someone offered you some good bucks, would you do it again?

Mr. X: Well, I would have to give it a lot more thought. Maybe, you know, because it seems we're sort of lax these days about that. It's really hard for me to figure out, unless it really happened. I don't know.

KG: What did you shoot after that?

Mr. X: I went back into shooting more educational films for schools. Then I went to work for  .  .  .a large company (laughs; he means a movie studio he doesn't wish to name). I got back into the union as a cameraman, and all of a sudden I wound up getting in as a film editor, so there I stayed.

KG: Any last thoughts or words on that sordid weekend?

Mr. X: I just look at it as an experience. It was weird, strange, and its history; I did it. Not that I'm proud of it, but it's an experience that I did. And it's over with.

The Headhunter

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The Head hunter (The Killer in Love, Lie tou, Long goodbye). Directed By Lau Shing-Hon Starring Chow Yun Fat (1982).  

Right from the start there's a severed head in the jungle, chopsocky dubbing and mass confusion because this is the grainiest Chow Yun-fat flick I've ever seen. The negatives looked like they were rescued from the dumpster and spliced together with a butter knife. I'm used to the sleek Woo/Chow team of excitement, tenderness and bone crunching action, but this film came out years before they ever met. This movie is best left in the forgotten pile of embarrassing shit, don't waste your time, it totally sucks! 
   The lighting here is on the grimy level of Bare Knuckles, which some people trash, but as far as I'm concerned, it's one of the best Don Edmonds flicks ever. That film takes what rotten filth it has and turns it into something fun and likeable, Head Hunter is the cinematic equivalent to garbage juice slithering at the bottom of a dumpster. 
Fat is a Nam vet who's brought his expert killing skills to the streets of Hong Kong, his tubby shades wearing boss makes a deal with him.
   After a confusing shaky cam Vietnam flashback we're throw head first into a sweaty disco! So put make sure you slip on your boogie shoes--if I had a gun in my mouth--I would've pulled the trigger already, so I wouldn't have to finish this review. 
   Eventually the promised murder ordered by the stocky mob boss is delivered in a dank, foggy, hard to see location.
   Next an ultra slow sex scene occurs while synth rock plays, you'd think this may have persuaded me to enjoy the film alittle more, but you'd be wrong!
Every struggling actor has their skeletons in the closet, but this one is mind boggling to me, the fact that it's in the Deep Red catalog and on Amazon Prime streaming. It's too easy for some unsuspecting victim to walk into and make them depressed for the rest of the week.
Everything about it is clumsy and uneven, it should be designated for bad Kung fu cinephiles only.


   Some of the nam flashbacks are bright agent orange, get it? The lighting is nonexistent, you'd get more professional results from a chimp with a camera strapped to his head.
There are characters on the screen but I can't decipher what's happening half the time.
Vickie lee is a sassy news anchor, trying to investigate a scuzzy hotel where a dead body was found. Their office has giant file cabinets and ringing phones so you know it's a dedicated news team.Vicky tries to investigate a poisonous gas leak and an irresponsible corporation that's responsible.
   The second act tries to cover up the botched job of the first half and does a pitiful job. I wonder if the director was replaced midway through (Hong Kong MD, which I can normally rely on for the rarest info, must have given up like I did on Head Hunter)! 
This is the kind of action flick you could vacuum while it's on, walk your dog or brush your teeth and miss almost nothing.
Like a million other HK productions and Bruno Mattei,Goblin'sDawn of the Dead music is ripped off. The absence of screen caps is on purpose for a few reasons, I didn't want to suffer again through this wretched bore and the film is so dark, that you can't make out anything that's happening.

GIVES INSTANT WATCHING A BAD NAME! Watch the dullest John Woo film over this shit!

Point/ Counterpoint Review: The Candy Snatchers

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From Time to Time we branch out and try something different, in the past we had a word brawl over Night Of The Demon between Crank and Skunkape.
Tonight on the program we've invited Heavyweight film snob Kris Gilpin to chime in about one of his favorite flicks and Cranky will chip in his two bits on the subject.

To celebrate the first time TCM has ever aired The Candy Snatchers, we bring you this is battle to the death, two critics enter the arena and no one leaves.



Crankenstein:
The Candy Snatchers is a film that I've avoided revisiting because my expectations going in were high when I bought the bootleg VHS. I haven't seen it all pristine or in the widescreen format, it's a serious fetish problem I have with VHS, I should've re-evaluated the film when it was released on DVD way back when, but since it showed up on TCM underground, I felt I'd been hasty in my original dislike for the film. So I'm revisiting it without the video grain or full screen hangups. There're only a few films I've unfairly designated to the video dumpster, it's a sickness only a handful of people can relate to. I'm glad I watched it again because at the time I wasn't ready for this type of pot-boiled sleeper, but I can finally appreciate it.

Kris Gilpin:
Yes, the Subversive Cinema DVD transfer is good & uncut, with some nice extras, a small poster & 3 stills in the box. 

Crank: Kris, you ignorant cunt!
The poster art and desperate unhinged characters are like my fave exploitation classic "Last House on the Left", but the similarities are very minor. The film was inspired by the very real incident of Barbara Mackle, a 16 yr old girl who was kidnapped and confined to a coffin with a breathing apparatus. She was used in exchange for ransom money by three criminals. Wiki link.


the real Candy, "Barbara Jane Mackle"

Kris:
Didn't know this was a true story! I thought the woman who plays Candy's mom was very familiar, but I can't place her face from any other film (thought she was the mom in Craven's Last House, but I seem to be wrong on that). Susan Sennett, who played Candy, was in Big Bad Mama & in 1977 she married musician Graham Nash. It was director Guerdon Trueblood's only feature & his boy played the mute kid in the film ("Mute has best lines!" proclaimed the Miami Herald in their review ;-).


He stole all the best lines


Crank:
That kid really steals the show!
Eddie, a chubby Krug-esque heavy is more sympathetic than even the sniveling junior character from "Last House", an inbred weasel with a giant egghead or Alan (Brad David) and an there's an even sexier Sadie (Tiffany Bolling) as Alan's sister Jessie, they round out the inept diamond heisters. According to Wiki, Bolling was a coke fiend who only acted in this for money and is embarrassed by it.
Kris could give you the real story since he interviewed her.

Kris: 
Yes, I was lucky & happy to get to interview the sweet, lovely & sexy Tiffany Bolling (reprinted now on TempleofSchlock.Com), she's a Christian now & doesn't like any of her old skin flicks. Didn't know/remember she was reportedly a coke fiend, tho!

Crank: It's probably bullshit, or it could be on the DVD commentary, which I hear is very informative.
Jeramie Rain shares her detest for "Last House" as well, according to Szulkin's comprehensive "Making of Last House" book. She's off her rocker in my opinion and claims "Last House" is the worst thing she's ever appeared in and she was in 3 movies.

Mrs. Rain would rather be remembered as Richard Dreyfuss' ex-wife then LHOTL


Kris:
Wow, didn't know she felt that way about LHotL, either.

Crank:
YEAH I know, I don't understand it, these actresses should be proud of their exploitation work, warts and all! 
The schmaltzy, awkward folk music has the same jarring contrast as the David Hess famed score. The title song "Money is the Root of All Happiness" really sets the odd tone.

Kris:
Yeah, it's a cheesy song, right in line with the overall fun, cheesiness of some of the camerawork, bloodletting & acting. Also: they wear big-noses-with-glasses disguises when they kidnap cute Candy, a medicine bottle has a handwritten "Rx" label on it, there is dialogue like, "How'd it go?""Like a Greek watch!", an old dick character says, "What kinda kid doesn't talk?!"& then laughs hysterically, a corpse's eyelash moves when it's ear is cut off, a simplistic car chase had to be sped up, etc.

What kind of kid doesn't talk BWAHAHAHAHAHA!


Crank:
Shawn, a mute, autistic child, is the only witness to the burial of Candy. He's surrounded by the worst parental figures, who most likely wouldn't believe him even if he could talk. Later on his mother forces him to swallow downers.

Kris:
Yeah & the audience laughed when the kid uses the gun off-screen at the film's end (uber-bitch Mom!).

abusive mom who beats and drugs her autistic kid


Crank:
Candy gaggles and whimpers like a chicken after they take her to a remote cabin, plan to slice her ear off and send it to her father. My favorite part is when a black morgue attendant who sells random dead body parts, sings the prices to the squeamish criminals.



Even the Grinch carved the roast beast


Kris: 
Yeah & I loved when he said to them, "...think about all them [dead] people...it's too late to fuck!"

Crank:
Chubby Krug acts like a mother hen to Candy and dreams about owning his own bowling alley bar. And as Jessie is stripped by him, slapped around in sped up motion and then defiled, she whimpers about wanting a mink coat.
I like how there's a guy with an iron-on Coors Breakfast of Champions shirt, it's so cool one of the criminals steals it.


Papa Jupiter wants an ice cold Coors for Breakfast!


Kris:
Yeah & that actor, James Whitworth, was Papa Jupiter in the original Hills Have Eyes! ;-)

Crank: That's cool, I had no idea.
This film has some of the most psychotic abusive paternal figures--case in point--Candy's stepdad, who wants her dead because he'll get rich! The sleaziest part happens when the egghead dude rapes Candy as the autistic kid watches from the rafters, he justifies the forced entry by saying she shouldn't die a virgin. Shawn calling the deli using his windup police doll to talk, reminds me of the mute kid in Over the Edge who sends everyone to jail.
That consistent thread of drugged out, irresponsible, desperate authority, abusing their kids and taking the law into their own hands, is what I love about the 70s grindhouse era. Among a hundred other things I could list.

Do you smell bacon?



Kris: Right! I never did catch Over the Edge, tho. & I love The Candy Snatcher's other moments of cheese, like when Tiffy says to one of the goons, "Don't throw away that cigarette, it's evidence!" meanwhile she seals an envelope with her own saliva while handling it with her bare fingers (was 1973 pre-DNA?!), one bad guy shows his uncovered face to the ransomed-Candy's father from the get go & the flick has a bit of a downer ending, which virtually never happens in movies anymore. All in all, this is still a fun, entertaining, classick Shit Flick!

No Wait! That envelope is laced with Thallium!
 

Crank: I gotta mention there's a really good punk band specifically named after this movie. They routinely obliterated their instruments on stage and almost every other album cover looked like a wrasslin match. The singer would be covered in real blood and they were maniacs who sometimes did jail time, sadly their guitar played Matt Dietus was found dead. If you like The Devil Dogs or The Lazy Cowgirls, Crypt Records type signed bands, you'll dig them.




OK thanks for joining me on tonight's show and next time let's fight more. The Candy Snatchers verdict is that we came to a gentlemen's agreement and both highly recommend the film.




Big Alligator River

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Big Alligator River (Il fiume del grande caimano,The Great Alligator ) Directed By Sergio Martino, Starring Mel Ferrer (1979).
There are certain movies where the soundtrack is better then the film. That's not the case here, but Stelvio Cipriani's score is one I was familiar with before I'd even viewed a frame of The Great Alligator. There's an assortment of alligator waltzes synthesized bass heavy dirges and even boogie woogies. As for director Sergio Martino, his brilliant jungle pig fucking opus/cannibal adventure starring Stacy Keach in Mountain of the Cannibal God, convinced me that I was in for a treat. I was relieved to discover that no animals where harmed, well sort of...
   It gets dicey in the jungle, Sergio fell in with the peer pressure of the Italian mondo neo realistic cycle and staged the deaths of a few innocent creatures (check out the DVD extras and the neon green cartoon leaves inserted over a stage hand force feeding a live monkey to a snake). I don't forgive him for this, just like I don't condone whatever horrors Ruggero Deodato or Umberto Lenzi have committed for the sake of "art" in the name of cruelty. It just comes with the territory in the harsh conditions of the jungle, people tend to lose their minds, I mean just look at Francis Ford Coppola or Werner Herzog's time in the amazon.



I only see vile obscenity and misery in the jungle


The pacing in Big Alligator River (or The Great Alligator) moves along like a hyper snail. Mel Ferrer is the cannibal genre's lucky charm, usually his role is so brief that he's a guest star, in this, he sticks around throughout the entire duration. 
   "Mr. Anthropophagus himself", George Eastman is credited with writing this film, along with a few others. If you can stand the first half which is a typical island romp, then you are rewarded with an all out reptile chomp-a-thon, so stick around for that. 


Is that an armadillo in your pants or are you just happy to see me?


  Mel Ferrer plays Joshua, he's a sleazy and yet affable investor who proclaims this jungle region an ecologists dream and resembles a gapped toothed Gerry Anderson Supermarionette. They land their helicopter over at the Paradise House with Sheena (or the "Black Eve" as Mel calls her) and are welcomed by Barbara Bach. Not everything is bright and cheery as Romano Puppo, another puppet looking fellow, throws live pigs over the side of a boat so the crocodiles will show up and delight the tourists. I'm used to seeing Puppo in every other Mad Max/ Warriors rip off carrying a flamethrower.
   Italian horror fans will freak out that Tony, the black pimp from Demons (Bobby Rhodes) shows up, speaking in a Jamaican (or sometimes Hindu) accent.


Hey Maann, I need gimme a refreshin' Red Stripe

   Frequent Martino actor Claudio Cassinelli plays Daniel, a journalist taking shots of the savages in action. Tragically in reality, he was killed in a helicopter crash during the filming of Hands Of Steel
   I'm still confused by the Mel Ferrer appearances in various cannibal films and there's zero information on the subject (believe me, I've been obsessively looking)! This is his most animated performance and he slugs it out with the team, battling flying arrows from the natives who worship a crocodile God.
   The first half is very plot heavy, that is until the crocodile chomps on Sheena and her boyfriend. Their death footage is really murky and shot in a day-for-night style (seriously when has anyone benefitted from using that ugly film technique besides Larry Buchanan)!  
   Silvia Collatina, the little redheaded girl from House By The Cemetery and Murder Rock is at her most toothlessly adorable here. In an alternate reality scenario it would be great if she guest starred on a very special episode of Different Strokes, what I wouldn't give to see Gary Coleman and Bob team up to set traps for Dr. Freudstein!


Whatchooo talkin bout Mr. Fulci

    Some foreign party people show up, one dude jumps in the water and says "Yay! even if you shit on yourself, nobody will see it in here!"There's some of that priceless Eastman dialogue! I mean "Shit happens when you party naked"! 
   There's no poop, but there is a giant fence that keeps the big alligator at bay. The same natives seen dancing in the hotel lobby are the crocodile cult adorned with wicker basket handy crafts. Zoologists should stay clear of this film because apparently the writers have no idea there's a difference between an Alligator and a Crocodile--but I doubt anyone with a science degree is settling in for a nightcap with a Jaws-rip off (then again Goat Scrote is my science and biology expert-- so no offense to those college educated TOG readers)!


Stay in school kids!

   Barbara Bach (Mrs. Ringo Starr) seems to know more than the journalist about their rituals and customs. It turns out Sheena's accidental death upset the tribe, still one of the natives joins the white people and together they all try to solve the mystery.
  Richard "Mr. Zombi 2, the boat can leave now" Johnson shows up as a crazy unkempt hermit that lives in a cave. Zombie was filmed the same year, so I'm not sure if he hopped on over during a break from the Fulci island of Matool to play this role (maybe they were adjacent islands).
The guy at Walgreens photo tipped me off to this murderous Gator

  There's a little too much plot but just wait because there's some of the most insanely cheesy alligator effects that will knock your socks off! Sometimes it looks ginormous, other times it looks like a tiny bath toy! 


It's not a thrift store toy in a kiddie pool, I swear!

   They toss in the Jaws elements of the rich white guy (in that it was the evil mayor) wanting to latch onto that tourism dollar and not push the panic button just yet. Mel Ferrer is pretty stiff as an actor but for some reason, he's really good in this role. There were some elements that reminded me of Jaws 3, like the steel fence that keeps the gator out and the tourist trap being threatened (maybe this film inspired it). I may be giving Sergio "monkey javelin" Martino too much credit!

These are some great shots for Taint magazine!


   During the last twenty minutes, the gator turns into an eating machine as people flop into the water-- there's very little blood unfortunately but it's hilarious! Those that escape the wraith of the hungry gator get pulverized on land by the savages flaming arrows! The pissed off reptile continues to go from huge to bath size (sometimes it's just a pair of floating jaws). The most ridiculous part involves an oxygen tank underwater and a car that looks like a submerged hot wheels van. 

THE ENDING PUSHES THE ENVELOPE ENOUGH FOR A RECOMMENDATION! (make sure you are sufficiently baked).



The Goat can leave now tell the shoe...wait I fucked up

Can I get Car Talk on this thing-ama-jig?


    
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