Saturday, December 21, 2024

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: COME DEADLY (1973) **

FORMAT:  DVD

A psycho who wears a big black hat and a black nylon stocking over his face is running around raping and killing women.  His latest victim is an actress in a small theater company.  A detective goes undercover as an actor to catch the killer but spends more time balling actresses than doing actual police work.  More women wind up dead and eventually, the cop-turned-thespian sets a trap for the serial sex maniac. 

Come Deadly is sort of a mix between an old school roughie and a horror porno.  The rapist looks like a cross between the killer in Blood and Black Lace and a goth beekeeper.  His memorable attire is about the best thing the movie has going for it.  While the theater setting is novel, the filmmakers don’t really exploit the possibilities to the fullest.  I mean you could’ve done a XXX version of Phantom of the Opera with this set-up and made it work.  Sadly, they just opted to make a rapey detective smut film. 

The detective scenes are pretty rote.  There’s a lot of scenes of the detective questioning suspects (before he fucks them), obvious red herrings, and a failed sting attempt.  This bare bones structure could’ve been a decent way to string together the sex scenes.  Since the rape scenes are mostly unpleasant and the so-called “normal” sex scenes are lackluster and uninspired, there’s just not much here to recommend one way or another.  At least it’s short.  (It’s only an hour long.)

You know you’re in for some cheap shit right from the title sequence, which is done with Crayola markers.  (I’d give the cursive penmanship a B+, which is shocking because the handwriting is the best thing about the movie.)  Honestly, your enjoyment of this one may depend on your tolerance for scenes where women are taken against their will and victimized.   For me, the incessant harp music during some of the sex scenes was even tougher to stomach. 

AKA:  The Harder They Fall.

Friday, December 20, 2024

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: WALTZ OF THE BAT (1972) **

FORMAT:  DVD

Eric Fledermaus (Barry Vane) is a dude in a black cape and top hat who pays a chick fifty bucks to come back to his pad.  He then reveals to her he is The Bat, “The Master of the Ball” and bangs her.  His superpower is that all women are in his power after he fucks them.  Once they are his slaves, he uses them to turn tricks to make him a quick buck.  Meanwhile, “The Bee” (Kandi Johnson), the woman who gave him his powers, sets out to stop him from corrupting more women. 

Waltz of the Bat is an odd, uneven mash-up of the horror, superhero, and porno genres.  The elements are thrown together so randomly you have to wonder if they were just making it all up as they went along.  The scenes where the characters address the camera are more goofy than anything too.  

It’s all very cheap looking.  In fact, you can see crew members in some shots, and a phone rings in one scene while a couple are doing the deed.  The costumes are strictly dime store stuff, too.  The Bat basically just looks like Dracula, which is fine I guess, but The Bee, who is supposed to be some sort of half-assed superheroine, looks like a refugee from a cable access kids show.  And don’t even get me started on the Native American guys who double team The Bee in one scene. 

The sex scenes are about average for this sort of thing.  Most of them are tepid, but there is an occasional spark of energy here and there.  Too bad that spark gets extinguished before the scenes can really ignite.  I’m thinking specifically of the final confrontation between The Bee and The Bat, which starts off well enough, but ends much too abruptly.  The quick-cut montage at the end is borderline schizophrenic too. 

I did like the fact that there was a still from Rodan randomly hanging on the wall in one scene though.  The performances are pretty good too. Vane makes for a decent heavy and Johnson (who was also in Behind the Green Door) has a lot of spunk as The Bee.  As far as superhero skin flicks go, it’s certainly no Bat Pussy, that’s for sure. 

WEIRD: THE AL YANKOVIC STORY (2022) ***

If this feels like a feature length Funny or Die spoof, it’s because that’s exactly what it is.  If you’re wondering if a Funny or Die sketch can become a viable motion picture, the answer is yes.  Mostly. 

Whereas Weird Al took regular songs and made them funny, the movie is essentially a comedy, but it plays things totally seriously.  You know, as if it was your average, run of the mill biopic of a famous musician.  This is a kind of tightrope act.  It’s something that would be easy to sustain for a five-minute short.  It’s another feat entirely to maintain the tone when you have to commit to the bit for nearly two hours.  And it succeeds.  Mostly.

Al (Daniel Radcliffe) wants to play polka, but his stern father (Toby Huss) forbids him in hopes he’ll someday work in the factory like his old man.  When Al gets recognition playing parody songs, he becomes an overnight success.  However, when his girlfriend Madonna (Evan Rachel Wood) gets kidnapped by drug czar Pablo Escobar, Al must go into the jungle to rescue her. 

The deadpan seriousness of some scenes is amusing, especially when it’s sending up the conventional biopic tropes.  For example, the scene where Al finds inspiration for “My Bologna” while making a bologna sandwich as The Knack just so happens to be fatefully playing on the radio at that exact moment.  The scene where Al comes up with his “original” song “Eat It” is also a clever jab at the way biopics often fudge facts for dramatic effect. 

Along the way, there are plenty of cameos (including Weird Al himself), all of whom get plenty of mileage from the maudlin acting style typically seen in biopics.  Most of them pop up during a funny Boogie Nights-inspired party scene playing various pop culture figures.  (My favorite:  Conan O’Brien as Andy Warhol.)

Radcliffe seems to be having fun as Weird Al.  It’s certainly one way to shed his Harry Potter image, that’s for sure.  Evan Rachel Wood steals the movie though.  She’s pitch perfect as Madonna, who seduces Al so he will parody “Like a Virgin” and keep her in the public spotlight.  

The film kind of goes off the rails once Al tries to rescue Madonna from the clutches of Pablo Escobar.  (That’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d write.)  This jaunt into action movie territory is a bit of a stretch to say the least.  Overall, the movie would’ve worked like gangbusters at eighty-seven minutes.  However, at one-hundred-and-seven minutes, it has a tough time making it to the finish line. 

If you love Weird Al like I do, it’s easy to forgive the film for some of its third act lapses.  It’s no UHF or anything, but it’s got plenty of laughs.  In the end, that’s all that really matters. 

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE RITES OF URANUS (1977) ***

FORMAT:  DVD

A young girl is taken into a cult where she witnesses “The Rites of Uranus”.  (That’s just a fancy way of saying they stick a little candle up some girl’s ass before they bang her.)  Then two heavily oiled-up cultists get it on atop a velvet altar.  Eventually, the cult member initiates their new pledge into the group.  Trouble brews when the new gal accidentally kills the high priest while doing the deed.  (She suffocates him while giving him a mustache ride.)

This movie contains a lot of things you would not expect to see from a movie called The Rites of Uranus.  For one, the sets are pretty good as it actually looks like a creepy cult headquarters and not just a bedroom with some black light curtains.  Also, there’s a lot of atmosphere as the lighting is very moody and a fog machine sometimes swirls smoke around the proceedings.  The biggest surprise is the camerawork.  Often in these kinds of things, the camera is static and rarely picks up the best coverage of the performers.  Here, the camera swoops and circles the actors while they are performing, and the effect is quite cinematic. 

As a bonus, the movie also delivers on everything you would expect to see from a movie called The Rites of Uranus.  Namely, lots of butt stuff.  So, if that’s your sort of thing, then you should definitely enjoy this one.  In addition to candles, fingers, and dicks probe “the dark passage” of Uranus throughout the film.  In one wild scene, a cult member shoves “The Sword of Uranus” (a dildo with a hilt) up a guy’s ass!  Your mileage may vary, but I'd rethink my membership after they tried something like that on me. 

There’s also some great dialogue along the way too.  Most of it naturally revolves around Uranus puns.  However, I think my favorite line might’ve been:  “I’m locked up like an unevolved mammal!”

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: A DIVA’S CHRISTMAS CAROL (2000) ***

FORMAT:  DVD

ORIGINAL REVIEW:

(As posted on December 27th, 2010)

Ah yes… A Diva’s Christmas Carol.  If ever there was a guilty pleasure Christmas movie, it’s this one.  I mean you all know my movie-watching tastes.  You know it’s not in my DNA to like this sort of flick.  The funny thing is though; A Diva’s Christmas Carol actually has more wit and genuine holiday cheer in it than a hundred other Christmas Carol knockoffs you’ll see this month.
 
Eboneeza Scrooge (Vanessa L. Williams) is a top-selling R & B diva who bosses her staff around and pinches pennies like a motherfucker.  She used to be part of a Destiny’s Child style trio (named “Desire”), but she went Beyonce on their ass in search of fame and fortune.  Of course, on Christmas, she gets haunted by the ghost of her dead band mate (Chili from TLC) who warns her she’ll be visited by the Ghosts of Christmas Past (Kathy Griffin), Present (Duran Duran’s John Taylor), and Future.  Predictably, she sees the error of her ways, learns to care, regains her Christmas spirit, and all that shit.
 
I really like A Diva’s Christmas Carol because of its clever twists on the Dickens’ classic.  I think my favorite part was that the Ghost of Christmas Future was nothing more than a VH1 Behind the Music special that showed what would happen if Eboneeza didn’t change her ways.  And speaking of Eboneeza, I liked the way they played with the familiar characters’ names.  Even though her name was Eboneeza, they just called her “Ebony” for short, which I thought was pretty funny.  Then there’s the Jacob Marley character who is now a female named “Marley Jacobs”. 
 
Marley actually gets the best moments of the movie when she confronts Ebony about her miserly ways.  To prove she’s a real ghost, she rips off her own head and pulls her face off to let Ebony know that there are “no facials in the afterlife”.  I’m sure Charles Dickens himself would approve of that particular rewrite.
 
You guys are probably thinking it’s April Fools and not Christmas but I’m telling you, this one is pretty funny.  Do yourself a favor and don’t be such a Scrooge and check it out.  You’ll be glad you did.

Thursday, December 19, 2024

BLOOD TIES (1991) **

Blood Ties is a TV movie that’s basically an unsold pilot.  It was produced by Gene Corman (Roger’s brother) and directed by Jim (Breathless) McBride.  Despite the pedigree behind the camera, it still somehow winds up being lukewarm and forgettable. 

A vampire teen (Jason London in his film debut) goes on the run after his parents are staked by a vampire hunter (Bo Hopkins sporting a laughable Amish beard with no mustache).  He flees to Long Beach, California which is a haven for vampires who live quietly among the humans.  The vampire hunters follow, and it’s up to the clan leader (Patrick Bauchau) to decide how to retaliate. 

Even though the majority of Blood Ties is lame, I must admit that some of the dialogue is rather amusing.  Take for instance the scene when a vampire reporter (Harley Venton) teaches London about vampire sex, or as he calls it, “The Bats and the Bees”.  Or when the vampires talk about revealing their true nature to the world by saying, “It’s time to come out of the coffin”.  I also liked how they refer to themselves as “Carpathian-Americans” because they believe the term “vampire” is racist.  I guess you better be politically correct when you talk to a bloodsucker. 

The performances are a mixed bag.  Michelle Johnson is sexy as the sultry vamp who in the film’s most memorable scene is able to pop the buttons off her blouse just by heaving her bosom up and down.  Bauchau is okay as the sleazy vampire businessman, but Venton is a bit dull in the lead.  Sadly, Hopkins, along with Gregory Scott Cummins and Grace Zabriskie are woefully underutilized as the vampire hunters. 

This might’ve worked if it had gone to series and was able to expand upon its ideas.  However, like most TV pilots, it takes an inordinate amount of time to gather any steam.  The plot is splintered (the low rent Lost Boys stuff with London works better than the “A” plot line with Venton romancing a human lawyer) and the pacing is sluggish.  The made for TV limitations also mean there’s more talk than action (the finale is fine for an episode of a TV show, but it’s definitely lacking for a feature film) and that the sex scenes (a McBride specialty) are watered down.  (Johnson shows off her cleavage and her bare back and shoulders but that’s it.)  These limitations prevent Blood Ties from having much bite. 

THE UNNAMABLE (1988) ***

A century ago, an old warlock kept a monster chained up in a decrepit house until one day, it turned on its keeper and ripped his heart out.  Flash forward to the present day when some frat boys try to impress a couple of sorority pledges by hanging out in the supposedly haunted house.  It doesn’t take long before the creature wakes up and begins stalking the co-eds.  It’s then up to a pompous bookworm from Miskatonic University named Randolph Carter (Mark Kinsey Stephenson) to save the day. 

Based on an H.P. Lovecraft story, this cheesy ‘80s horror flick has a tongue-in-cheek sensibility about it that adds to the fun.  It would make a good double feature with the Lovecraft-inspired Evil Dead as both movies contain the Necronomicon, living trees, and clueless dolts getting beat up by supernatural monsters.  It also contains a nice helping of gore (hearts ripped out, severed heads, torn out throats, brain splattering, arm breaking, and face ripping) and a healthy amount of T & A courtesy of Laura (Dr. Caligari) Albert as a horny co-ed. 

The monster is pretty cool too.  It’s kind of like a naked she-demon type thing complete with horns, hooves, and mini bat wings.  The amusing performance by Stephenson also helps keep things afloat.  I liked that he spent most of the movie pouring over old books in the library while everyone was busy being chased by the monster.  The Unnamable also benefits from a great setting as the house has so much personality that it’s essentially another character in the film.  That’s really saying something since about half of the movie is devoted to people walking down the darkened hallways of the house looking for other people. 

If you’re a Lovecraft fan, you will probably enjoy The Unnamable.  Nobody reinvented the wheel with this one, but for fans of ‘80s horror, it would make for perfect viewing on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: DR. SEXUAL AND MISTER HYDE (1973) **

FORMAT:  DVD

Dr. Jekyll runs a mental hospital and watches as a patient masturbates with a candlestick.  Afterwards, he drinks a potion and turns into a sex maniac.  When his girlfriend won’t put out, he gives her the formula too and they bang.  (Although for someone who just drank a potion that transforms people into sex fiends, he sure has a lot of trouble staying hard.)  He then drops her off to the psych ward so she can ball his nymphomaniac patient.  Dr. Jekyll next seduces a young virgin in his office before bringing everyone together for a big orgy. 

Your enjoyment of Dr. Sexual and Mister Hyde may all depend on what you’re expecting out of a porno version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  For one, Dr. Jekyll only takes his formula once and it’s pretty much forgotten about until the end when the schoolgirl’s boyfriend accidentally drinks some.  There’s no exploring the duality of man themes inherent in Robert Louis Stevenson’s source material.  Nope, instead we just get right to the fucking.  Many probably won’t care about that, but for me, it seemed like a big missed opportunity.  Or at the very least they could’ve played up some of the horror trappings of the story.  I myself wouldn’t have minded so much if the hardcore action was hot.  As it turns out, it’s all rather tepid. 

Technically speaking, Dr. Sexual and Mister Hyde is kind of a mess.  The sound drops completely out in some parts and the dubbing is awful.  Although it’s supposed to be a turn of the century period piece (I think), one girl is seen wearing peace sign earrings.  Again, this criticism might not be held water had the sex scenes been remotely erotic. 

I guess it was sort of clever that (Spoiler Alert for a stupid porno from the ‘70s) in the end we learn the solution was just water and the people just turned into sex freaks on their own accord.  However, that doesn’t quite make up for the abrupt downbeat ending that comes out of nowhere.  All in all, Dr. Sexual and Mister Hyde is a mixed bag to be sure. 

AKA:  Dr. S. and Mr. Hide.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE SCORPION (1975) ** ½

FORMAT:  DVD

A concerned woman hires a sleazy private eye to find her missing sister.  He agrees to take the case, but not before he forces himself on her first.  Together, they investigate a scorpion cult who are having a meeting that night.  (It looks like your average run of the mill ‘70s swingers’ club.)  Oh, and you can tell who’s a member of the cult by the prominent scorpion tattoo just below their waistline (which is to say, everybody).  After balling her way through the cult, our poor heroine finally learns the not-so shocking truth about her sister. 

As far as twist endings in detective stories go, let’s just say the one in The Scorpion is no Chinatown or anything.  Not by a long shot.  At least it has an ending, which is something that can’t be said for some of these pornos I’ve been watching lately.  (Speaking of endings, the words “The End” are written on a woman’s butt cheeks, which was a nice touch.)

The Scorpion is your typical low budget ‘70s porno.  You’ve seen worse and you’ve certainly seen better, but it gets the job done for the most part.  I will say that I do have to knock a few points off just because the women in this one are lousy with stretch marks.  They have more stripes on them than a tiger.  One even has a fairly deep Caesarian scar.  At least they all look pretty hot above the waist and have no qualms about getting it on.  I guess that’s the most important thing. 

Don’t get me wrong.  The Scorpion is still cheap as fuck.  I mean you can hear the director (a woman) yell “and… ACTION!” at the start of one scene.  Despite the chintzy production values, I have to say that the hardcore action really isn’t all that bad.  That’s the main criteria for judging something like this anyway.  There’s a lot of variety here too.  We get traditional guy on girl, lesbian, interracial, and three-ways.  Since there’s a little something for everybody, I can’t really judge it too harshly. 

Overall, The Scorpion doesn’t have much sting to it, but it’s a passable retro porno. 

AKA:  Cult of the Scorpion.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: ROAD HOUSE (1989) ****

FORMAT:  4K UHD (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:  

(As posted on August 18th, 2007)

Road House is the ultimate Patrick Swayze movie. Ghost maybe his highest grossing movie and the chicks may love him in Dirty Dancing, but consider this: Does Ghost feature Swayze ripping out people’s throats while spouting out Eastern Philosophy? Didn’t think so. As for Dirty Dancing, I think I’ll pass on any film featuring Swayze prancing around in a leotard. No matter how “dirty” the dancing.

The plot of Road House isn’t much different of that of an old Western (right down to the names of the characters: Doc, Dalton, Cody, Morgan, Red, etc.) where John Wayne would ride into town and find the villain extorting money from the townsfolk, killing people and generally not being a nice guy. The Duke would come in, put a damper on the bad guy’s operation, while finding time to make some new friends and find a purdy lady to settle down with. Actually the plot of Road House isn’t too far off from your average Incredible Hulk episode except that Swayze doesn’t turn into Lou Ferrigno when he gets angry. Yes, you’ve seen all the formula before, but have you seen it with Swayze added into the equation?

Swayze plays Dalton, “the best damn cooler in the business.” Everywhere he goes everyone knows him and his reputation. The movie exists in its own surreal world where EVERYONE knows who the best bouncer in the world is. It’s my guess that in reality you’d be hard pressed to name the best bouncer in the county. I mean I can’t even remember the name of the bouncer who threw me out of Louie’s for touching a table dancer’s ta-ta’s.

And how did they decide he was the best? Did they put it to a vote? Was there an essay contest? Did they hold some sort of Bouncer Olympics? All I know is that everywhere he goes someone whispers to another, “That’s Dalton!”

Dalton is propositioned by Tilghman (Kevin Tighe) the owner of the Double Deuce to come and bounce for him. Tilghman says, “It’s the kind of place where they sweep up the eyeballs after close.” I don’t know if the sounds like an enticing work environment to you, but for $5000 up front, $500 a night and all medical expenses paid, Dalton accepts. Tilghman takes the liberty of booking him the next flight out but Dalton declines. “I don’t fly. Too dangerous.” As Tilghman walks out he remarks to Dalton, “I thought you’d be bigger.” This running gag has been around since the old Westerns and has been used right up through Escape From L.A.

(Suggested Road House Drinking Game #1: Take a shot every time someone says “I thought you’d be bigger”, to Dalton.)

Before Dalton heads to the Double Deuce though, he gives the keys of his beater to a bum, who asks him, “What do I look like some valet?” “Keep it, it’s yours.” Dalton arrives at the Double Deuce in his REAL car, a Mercedes (bouncing is surely a good way to pay the bills) to assess the situation. He finds drug dealing, prostitution (“What do you say we get nipple to nipple?), and some of the rowdiest barroom brawlers this side of Detroit. Meanwhile we get to meet some of the staff, like Cody (Jeff Healy), lead singer of the house band and a buddy of Dalton’s from the old days. There’s also the waitress and part time singer Carrie Ann (Murphy’s Law’s Kathleen Wilhoite), the studly bouncer Steve (Gary Hudson), the bartender Pat (X’s John Doe), and Morgan (Pro Wrestler Terry Funk) the hot-headed cooler. Carrie tells Dalton: “Morgan was born an asshole, he just grew bigger.”

Attempts by the staff to find out more about their co-worker fail. They ask him, “You got a name?” To which he replies, “Yep.” Once they figure out who he is, they of course know his reputation. Morgan confronts him by saying, “I heard you had balls big enough to cum in a dump truck, but you don’t look like much to me.” Dalton retorts, “Opinions vary.” But it’s Cody who sums up Dalton best: “You fuck with him, and he’ll seal your fate."

Rumors also spread that Dalton once killed a man by ripping his throat out. (This little bit of exposition about Dalton’s past comes up about every ten minutes or so, so to increase your enjoyment of the movie play Suggested Road House Drinking Game #2: Take a shot whenever someone mention’s Dalton’s shady past.)

The next day Dalton buys a used car to drive to work in and rents a loft from a farmer named Emmett (Sunshine Parker), who lives across the river from the richest man in town, Brad Wesley (Ben Gazzara). Wesley is the kinda guy who prides himself in pulling fly-bys in his private helicopter over Emmett’s land to scare his livestock.

The next morning Dalton arranges a meeting of the Double Deuce’s staff. He fires a drug dealing waitress as well as Morgan who according to Dalton “Doesn’t have the temperament for the trade”. When Morgan asks him about his employment options, Dalton remarks, “There’s always Barber College.” Dalton makes it clear during the meeting: “It’s my way or the highway.

The following scene in which Dalton instructs the rest of the staff on the finer points of bouncing has to be one of the greatest scenes ever committed to celluloid and is a wonderful showcase for Swayze’s awesomely mediocre acting talents. The three important rules of bouncing are as follows: Bouncing Rule #1: Never underestimate your opponent. EXPECT the unexpected. Bouncing Rule #2: Take it outside. Never start anything in the bar unless it’s absolutely necessary. Bouncing Rule #3: Be nice. Rule #3 doesn’t sit well with Steve who asks, “What if someone calls my mama a whore?” To which Dalton replies, “Is she?”

The first night of Dalton’s tenure at the Double Deuce, he fires Steve for making it with a chick. It’s too bad for Steve because to hear him tell it, the girl was “Gonna be my regular Saturday night thing!” He also fires Pat for stealing from the till. “I figure he’s costing you $150 a night.” “So?” “Consider it severance pay. Take the train.” Tilghman muses: “It was a good night. Nobody died,” but Dalton ever the pessimist offers, “It’ll get worse before it gets better.” That night Dalton goes to get into his beater and finds the windshield has been smashed. Dalton’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer but he knows better than to pimp the Benz in town. That night Dalton tries to get a little shut eye, but his pesky neighbor Brad Wesley throws a wild pool party, complete with topless girls, which keeps Dalton up all night.

The next morning, Carrie Ann brings Dalton some doughnuts and tells him he shouldn’t have fired Pat the bartender. “I think I’m looking at a dead man.” “Wherever I go, I always hear that.” As far as I can tell, this scene only exists to show Swayze’s butt glistening in the early morning sun. (Why is it that every action movie hero has to show off his ass?)

On his way to the Auto Parts store, Dalton gets ran off the road and nearly killed by Wesley who’s driving around town like a lunatic while singing along to “Shh-Boom”. You see Wesley’s the kind of guy who likes to drive erratically while listening to the oldies station at full blast, so the audience automatically hates him. At the Auto Parts store Dalton befriends the owner, Red who imparts this nugget of advice: “Don’t ever marry an ugly woman, it takes the energy right out of you.” While they chat Wesley comes in to formally introduce himself to Dalton and wishes him luck on cleaning up the “bad element” that is the Double Deuce.

Cue up the random scene where Dalton practices kung fu by the riverside with his shirt off. (Suggested Road House Drinking Game #3: Take a shot every time Swayze appears shirtless.)

The next night Pat shows up with some of Wesley’s cronies and demands his job back. It seems that not only is Pat Wesley’s nephew and should be gainfully employed based on that sole qualification, but Wesley also controls all the liquor in the county, so if the Double Deuce ever wants to serve booze again, they have to fire Dalton and re-hire Pat. Dalton doesn’t take kindly to nepotism and promptly throws Pat through a plate glass window, which starts up a barroom brawl.

(Suggested Road House Drinking Game #4: Take a shot every time a barroom brawl erupts.)

In the fracas Dalton gets knifed and goes to the nearest hospital. Dalton arrives to the ER carrying his medical records with him because “it saves time”. Throughout his bouncing career Dalton has sustained “9 staples, 31 broken bones, 2 bullet wounds, and 4 stainless steel screws.” In other words, Dalton is pretty much held together by bubble gum and Silly Putty. Lucky for him Doc (Kelly Lynch) in on duty to fix him up. When she asks him, “How’d this happen?” he replies, “Natural causes.” As she staples him up, they flirt a bit. He impresses her by being a NYU grad with a PHD in philosophy. He waxes philosophic and offers nuggets of barroom wisdom like “pain don’t hurt”, and “nobody ever wins a fight”. By the way they look at each other; you just know they’re going to be knocking the boots sometime before the credits roll.

Meanwhile, Wesley’s men return to him with their tails between their legs. They line up in front of him and Wesley singles out O’Connor (Michael Rider) and beats him up while the others (who all call him “Boss”—that’s right folks it’s that kind of movie) look on. Wesley regrets not sending his right-hand man, Jimmy (Marshall Teague) who would’ve done the job right. When Dalton visits Red, he finds out that Wesley takes up a collection from all the town’s businesses for the “Jasper Improvement Fund” which is just a fancy term for extortion. This makes Dalton MAD. Not only is Wesley an extortionist, but he’s also a lousy neighbor and listens to oldies full blast when he drives. Actually, Wesley probably doesn’t make a whole lot extorting the townsfolk since the town is only comprised of a bar, a used car lot, an auto parts store and Emmett’s farm. Guy’s gotta make money some way, I guess. Dalton calls up his friend Wade Garrett (Sam Elliott) for a background check on Wesley, but he isn’t much help. (By the way, Wade is the second-best bouncer in the world.)

That night some troublemakers enter the Double Deuce, setting the stage for one of the film’s standout action sequences. One look at these guys and Dalton knows they’re trouble. To complicate matters, one of the knuckleheads has a razor-sharp steel tipped boot. Dalton points this out to his crew: “Right boot!” Cut to:  A close-up of the steel tip glistening under the hot lights. He confronts the boot wearing miscreant. “Sorry, we’re closed.” “Then what are all these people doing here then?” “Drinking and having a good time.” “That’s why we’re here,” and with that he tries to kick Dalton with his boot, but Dalton grabs his foot. “You’re too stupid to have a good time!” He snaps the guy’s foot, breaking his ankle and drags him outside. He throws the boot safely out of fighting distance and proceeds to put those boys in a hurt locker. After kicking their collective asses, he imparts this Dalton-ism to his crew: “Even the biggest guy in the world, you smash his knee, and he’ll drop like a stone.” Dalton was successful in this action sequence largely because he followed the three rules of bouncing: He expected the unexpected (the razor-sharp boot), he took the fight outside, and he was nice about the whole thing.

Lucky for him, Doc was in the crowd, and she got to see him in action, and believe me she liked what she saw. They go out on a date and Doc does NOT put out. She’s obviously a lady first and a bouncer groupie second.

The next day Wesley sends for Dalton to have a face-to-face meeting. They try to talk, but Jimmy’s girl Denise (Julie Michaels) is busy aerobicizing in the other room to a heavy synth beat that you could have only heard in the 80’s. Wesley yells at her to turn it off and she does and scurries away. Wesley says, “I can’t stand that crap, it’s got no heart.” Yeah, it lacks the deep soulfulness of “Shh-Boom”. As they talk, Dalton’s curiosity is piqued by a photo of Wesley’s grandfather. “He looks like an important man.” “He was an asshole.” While eating breakfast Wesley boasts about how powerful and influential he is. “When I came to this town after Korea, there was nothing. I brought the mall here, I got the 7-qq, the photo-mat here; Christ J.C. Penny is coming here because of me! You ask anyone, they’ll tell you.”

You know the folks of Jasper should be paying Wesley the extortion money. It’s the least they can do. If it wasn’t for him, the citizens wouldn’t be able to shop for discount apparel while drinking a Slurpee when they’ve got an hour to kill while waiting for their photos to develop. Wesley asks Dalton to come work for him and he refuses. He also brings up Dalton’s shady past, which is something Dalton is clearly not ready to talk about until the third act.

Meanwhile the Double Deuce has gotten so respectable that they’ve taken the chicken wire down from the bandstand. But trouble is brewing because no liquor supplier will deliver to them thanks to Wesley’s influence and Dalton’s insolence. Doc and Dalton go on their second date in which she finally puts out and we get to see Kelly Lynch’s luscious breasts and scrumptious buns on display. After humping they lay out on the roof where Wesley glares at them menacingly from across the river.

(Suggested Road House Drinking Game # 5: Take a shot every time Dalton and Wesley glare at each other from across the river.)

The next night, Dalton learns from Cody that Wesley used to have a thing for Doc, which makes him even that much more pissed at Dalton. When Dalton is finally able to get some booze to the Double Deuce, he gets jumped by Wesley’s men before it can even get off the truck. Luckily for him Wade shows up and saves his bacon. He also gets to show off why he’s number 2 in the business. Goon: “You wanna fight?” Wade: “Well I ain’t gonna show you my dick!” WHAM! Wade cracks him right in the nuts. “Damn that hurts, don’t it?”

After kicking the snot out of Wesley’s hick patrol Dalton, Doc and Wade all go out on the town. When Doc goes to powder her nose, Wade brings up “Memphis” finishing up the last bit of Dalton’s exposition (don’t forget to take that shot). You see in Memphis Dalton was shacked up with someone’s old lady and when her jealous hubby pulled a gun on him, Dalton ripped his throat out. Dalton still feels bad about it, but as Wade points out, “When a guy points a gun in your face you got two options: Die or kill the motherfucker!”

Wade decides to stick around and help Dalton out, but that night Red’s Auto Parts store burns to the ground. Everyone rushes out of the Double Deuce to see the explosion and when they return to the bar, Wesley and his men have appeared inside. In so many words he admits to blowing the place up. (“I want to buy those firefighters a drink!”) Then for no good reason Denise gets up on stage and does a striptease. After showing everyone her boobs, Dalton helps her off the stage and tells Wesley, “If you’re gonna have a pet, keep it on a leash!” Then Jimmy in a fit of jealous rage (you’d be mad too if your girlfriend just showed the whole town her ta-tas) starts laying into everybody with a broken pool cue. A brawl breaks out and just as Jimmy and Dalton are about to square off, Wesley fires a pistol and says he’s seen enough and turns in early for bed.

The next day, the town’s business owners (all three of them) get together and plot to get rid of Wesley, but he gets wind of it and as punishment he gets one of his boys to drive Bigfoot through the office of the used car lot. That’s right you read right. Wesley is so rich and powerful that he owns Bigfoot. It’s that kind of movie folks.

Looking closer at this scene you can tell the hidden message of the movie: Big time corporations are crushing the small-town business owner. Note that the salesman is wearing an American flag tie, clearly meant to represent the average American business owner. Wesley and Bigfoot represent the major corporate chains (“JC Penny is coming here because of me!”) that are leveling out the small privately owned businesses of this great nation. Makes you think, don’t it?

Afterwards while Dalton practices the kung fu he’s gonna use during the climax, Doc pleads with him not to kill Wesley and leave town but Dalton refuses. “I’ve seen his kind many times over. He’ll keep on taking and taking until someone takes him! He picked me and when he did, he fucked up!” As they argue, Emmett’s place blows up and they rush over to pull him out of the fire. Jimmy, not the most subtle of right-hand men, rides by on his motorcycle cackling. Dalton sees him and somehow outruns the motorcycle and tackles Jimmy to the ground.

What follows is one of the greatest Hero-Fights-the-Villain’s-Right-Hand-Man-to-the-Death scenes ever. Jimmy yells: “Prepare to die!” and the fight is on. (Personal side note: How does one prepare to die anyway, especially on such short notice? It always seems in these movies when the bad guy shouts, “Prepare to die”, the hero has made preparations to live, since he always ends up killing the bad guy anyways.) Jimmy and Dalton kung fu the hell out of each other for a good five minutes or so until Jimmy gets the upper hand and boasts, “I used to fuck guys like you in prison!” This seriously puts Dalton’s bunghole in jeopardy, so he reaches deep down and pulls out his best ka-ra-te on Jimmy’s ass. After Jimmy’s had enough of getting his butt handed to him, he pulls a gun on Dalton. “I’m gonna kill you the old-fashioned way!” Doc comes running by just in the nick of time to see Dalton dispatching Jimmy by ripping his larynx out.

When Doc sees this she just walks away in disgust. She’s clearly not ready to have a serious relationship with a serial throat ripper at this point in her life. Dejected, Dalton screams out the villain’s name (always a classy move in an action movie), but luckily for him in this movie the villain can actually hear him because he’s right across the river.

The next day, Dalton gets a call from Wesley at the Double Deuce and tells him he must choose who dies: Doc or Wade. Since Dalton answers with, “You’re a sick man” Wesley has to flip a coin. “I’ll let you know how it turned out.” Wade then shuffles into the bar bruised and bloodied and tells Dalton that Wesley said, “He was lucky”. Dalton, now realizing that Doc is in danger, rushes to the hospital to save her. He finds her looking at some X-rays and generally still being pissed about the whole ripping-the-guy’s-throat-out thing. Dalton now realizes it was a trick and races back to the bar to save Wade, but he’s too late. He finds Wade with a knife stuck in him with a note attached saying, “It was tails.”

Dalton takes the knife and sticks it into the accelerator of his car and uses it to crash through Wesley’s gate. His goons fall for the old you-thought-I’d-blow-up-my-Benz-with-me-in-it routine and Dalton sets about to taking out Wesley’s henchmen one by one. He weasels his way inside of Wesley’s lair, setting the stage for the mano y mano showdown in Wesley’s private trophy room. This room is filled with just about every kind of animal known to man, but by the looks of Wesley, I think the bastard ordered them out of a catalog just to make himself look tough. “I see you found my trophy room. The only thing that’s missing is your ass!”

Now honestly, how would Dalton’s ass look up on a plaque? That’s not the sort of thing that will tie your room together. If you need to, I guess you can rewind to that gratuitous butt shot of Dalton’s near the beginning of the movie so you could decide for yourself.

Dalton hides behind an animal and leaps out at Wesley (though in reality Wesley could have clearly seen him but never mind) and Wesley shoots him in the shoulder, but Dalton is able at the last second to kick the gun out of his hand. Wesley comes at him with a big spear and says, “I thought it would be fun to fight you.” Dalton although wounded is still able to kick his doughy ass. Just as he goes into the old rip-out-the-guy’s-throat technique, he relents, which is good for him because Doc arrives and sees that his throat ripping days are behind him. They embrace and as Wesley goes to shoot them, he gets blown away by the town’s shopkeepers (who materialize out of thin air). “This is our town, don’t you forget it!” The cops come but can’t arrest anybody because “nobody saw a thing.” Score one for the small business owners of America. With Wesley and his men dead, and the Double Deuce a safe and friendly nightspot, Dalton and Doc skinny dip off into the sunset.

What lies in Dalton’s future? We’re not sure, but maybe he can work with Doc in the hospital performing last minute tracheotomies since he’s so adept at ripping people’s throats out.

Road House was directed by Rowdy Herrington and the movie is every bit as rowdy as his name suggests. He also directed the definitive Bruce Willis on a Boat Movie, Striking Distance. He’s done some other stuff too, but nothing in his oeuvre can compare to this flick. Road House will always go down in the annals of cinema as one of the greatest movies of all time. (You know the movie is jam packed with greatness when it hires the booming voiced Keith David and then has no room for him, regulating him to being the REPLACEMENT bartender who only gets like three lines!) All the key ingredients (Swayze, wonderfully bad dialogue, irredeemable violence, a mountain load of clichés) come together to make a film that’s somehow more than a sum of its parts. A film that transcends or merely “good” or “bad” and achieves a level of awesomeness the likes of which man isn’t used to when he’s watching TBS at 2:00 AM on a Saturday. Road House is a paragon of its kind. Bar none the greatest Patrick Swayze movie of all time.

QUICK THOUGHTS: 

Road House remains one of the quintessential films of the ‘80s.  It works on so many levels.  It’s an ‘80s action movie that acts a critique on the genre while still very much delivering on the expectations of the genre.  It works as camp or as a straight action flick, often simultaneously.  It also gives us the definitive Patrick Swayze performance… AND the definitive Swayze mullet.  It is simply one of the greatest movies in the history of the human race. 

4K UHD NOTES:

Road House was the first like… “real” movie Vinegar Syndrome put out.  As such, it’s a solid transfer.  They’ve definitely done better restorations before and since, but this still looks good.  Then again, you don’t really want a movie like Road House to look too classy.  You still want some grit to it. 

THE ATOMIC SUBMARINE (1959) ** ½

The good old U.S. of A. keeps losing submarines in and around the North Pole.  Worried, Washington sends a top-of-the-line sub, the Tiger Shark, to check things out.  After braving the frigid waters, the crew eventually winds up face to face with a UFO.  (Does that stand for Underwater Flying Object?)  When they learn the alien aboard intends to colonize the Earth, the men of the Tiger Shark must stop it at all costs. 

The Atomic Submarine is an incongruous melding of submarine movie and science fiction.  It probably has too much of the former to really satisfy fans of B cinema, but it certainly has its moments.  The great cast helps enormously as the film is stacked with plenty of B movie favorites.  There’s Arthur Franz, Dick Foran, Brett Halsey, Joi Lansing, Tom Conway, and Sid Melton.  Franz and Halsey are particularly good at making their cliched dialogue (and characters) seem somewhat believable despite the low budget trappings. 

The constant narration is a little grating and the use of maps charting the submarine’s course feels like filler.  The special effects are appropriately chintzy though.  The shots of the sub underwater sometimes look like a toy in the bathtub and the UFO looks like a Pogo Ball. 

Admittedly, the dramatic submarine sequences are the weakest parts.  Once the sub takes on the UFO (Unidentified Floating Object?) things perk up considerably.  The scenes aboard the spacecraft are pretty atmospheric too, and the one-eyed monster is pretty cool looking.  Also, the underwater setting offers a few little tweaks on the typical sci-fi formula, which are kind of fun.  (Like when the heroes board the alien ship wearing wet suits rather than the typical spacesuits.)  Overall, it’s not quite enough to push it into the win column, but I do applaud the filmmakers of The Atomic Submarine for at least trying a little something different. 

AKA:  The Atomic Sub.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE SORCERESS (1974) ***

FORMAT:  DVD

A guy asks his gal (Lynn Stevens) to roleplay as a Spanish countess in their kitchen.  After she speaks Spanish for like twelve seconds, he decides to fuck her on top the stove.  They then hit on an idea:  She will pose as a fortune teller and lure his poker buddies into revealing (and then acting out) their sexual fantasies while he hides and takes incriminating photos.  One likes dancers and the other likes young girls.  Eventually, their scheme ends in tragedy.  

The Sorceress has an odd, “anything goes” kind of vibe to it.  Some will say the plot is loosey-goosey, but the upside of that is that you never know where it’s heading next.  (I’m speaking specifically about the random ass downbeat ending.)  In one nutty scene, Stevens pretends to be a French whore and sucks her boyfriend’s dick while “Tubular Bells” plays on the soundtrack.  In fact, The Exorcist theme plays in many scenes, adding to the overall quirkiness of the film. 

The sex is pretty good in this one too, which is what most people will be concerned with.  Seeing how much of it is fantasy-oriented, there is a lot of variety in the scenarios.  There’s a decent amount of butt stuff going on too for fans of that sort of thing. 

Stevens is quite appealing, especially in her fortune telling scenes.  She also holds the film together when it begins to get patchy late in the game.  Andrea True also appears as a lonely housewife who has an attachment to her stuffed animal, “Boo Bunny”.  She and Stevens get it on in the film’s sole lesbian scene and it’s a good one, as their 69 action is hot and heavy. 

True had an interesting career.  She went from acting in porn to having a number 1 hit on the disco charts with “More, More, More”.  Somebody should make a biopic about her!

Director “John Bal” is actually Leonard Kirtman, whose first film was Carnival of Blood, which featured Burt Young in an early role. 

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

UROTSUKIDOJI: LEGEND OF THE OVERFIEND (1989) ** ½

I’ve been watching a bunch of weird shit lately so I figured I might as well go big or go home.  I thought I if was going to watch something freaky and disgusting, I might as well finally take the plunge and check some Japanese hentai anime.  I’ve heard Urotsukidoji:  Legend of the Overfiend was pretty fucked up, and well… it didn’t disappoint.  I’m not sure it made me a fan of hentai in general.  I can’t say it was actually “good” either.  What I can say is that yes, it is pretty fucked up.

Heck, I don’t claim to even know what was going on most of the time.  Even though it had subtitles, the lore is so dense that it didn’t make a lick of sense half the time.  People who are into this shit probably don’t need a plot, but this is how it all went down as near as I could figure it:  Something something demon comes to Earth to bang chicks.  Something something half demons comes to stop him.  A virgin teen turns into a monster.  His rival turns into another monster.  They fight and after defeating him, our antihero bangs his girlfriend.  In doing so, he inadvertently brings about the apocalypse.  Or something like that. 

Basically, all you have to know it’s mostly about monsters fighting and occasionally fucking virginal schoolgirls.  In one gnarly scene a teacher turns into a tentacle monster and rapes a student.  Later on, a demon dude rapes a morgue attendant and when he orgasms, he shoots light throughout her body until she explodes.  Yes folks, there is truly some weird shit going on here, that’s for sure. 

These highlights can’t exactly save the movie though.  I guess it goes without saying that all of this is more than a tad uneven.  The monster fights and superhero style battles aren’t nearly as crazy or as memorable as all the demon rape shit.  And although it’s wild and crazy for a while, it eventually succumbs into overkill once the giant demon turns super huge and destroys the world.  

There’s a bunch of sequels to this, including the awesomely titled Legend of the Demon Womb.  I’m not exactly sure I’ll run out and watch it.  Then again, stranger things have happened.  

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: HOUSE OF DE SADE (1977) ****

FORMAT:  DVD

The plot of this insane porno is deceptively simple.  Three couples gather at a supposedly haunted house to perform a seance to resurrect the spirit of the Marquis de Sade.  That’s just the jumping off point for a wild and jaw-dropping fuck flick. 

There’s some fairly kinky sex going on in this one.  In an orgy scene, two girls get it on with a double-edged dildo.  Later, one of the gals uses a douche on the other and eats her out as the water cascades from her quivering hole.  You don’t see that every day. 

Then, the incomparable Vanessa Del Rio shows off her impeccable oral skills in addition to her amazing rack.  In one scene, her boyfriend puts a dog collar around her neck and leads her around on all fours before fucking her with a cucumber.  We’ve seen cucumber fucking before (okay. so maybe some of you haven’t), but have we seen the guy use a vegetable peeler on the cucumber while it’s still INSIDE the actress?  This scene is bound to make vegan perverts cream in their jeans.

And folks, this is all BEFORE we even get to the supposedly haunted Marquis de Sade house!

Once the couples finally arrive, weird shit starts happening almost immediately.   Vanessa opens up a closet door and a ghost comes right on her face.  That’s okay though, because her friends comfort her by inviting her into their bed for a three-way. 

The couples then perform the seance (in their underwear) and finally bring back the spirit of Marquis de Sade.  What does he do?  He ties up Vanessa, whips her, and commands the others to perform in an orgy! 

Boy, you know you’re in for a wild one when the hunchback servant is the most normal thing about the house!

In short, House of de Sade is a manic slice of WTF porno insanity.  If you like your haunted house movies kinky, or you’re a big fan of non-GMO vegetables, check it out.  Plain Jane vanilla types need not apply. 

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: HOTTER THAN HELL (1971) ***

FORMAT:  DVD

You know you’re in for a treat as soon as you see the awesome opening credits sequence.  Each card has amusing little cartoon devils painted on them.  Not only that, but the humorous fake names for the actresses like “Jane Fondler” and “Raquel Belch” are good for a laugh too. 

The devil (a guy who looks like he’s attending a furry convention dressed as Tickle Me Elmo) sits around Hell (a pretty damn cool set all things considered) and commands his sons to torment two women before watching them fuck.  He then sends his children to Earth to corrupt as many souls as possible.  And by “corrupt as many souls as possible”, I mean they just screw random chicks. 

It’s rare you get pornos that have a sense of humor.  It’s rarer still if you can find one that’s actually laugh-out-loud funny.  Hotter Than Hell checks both boxes.  You also get some choice dialogue like, “He was like a worn-out ballplayer.  Three strokes, and he’s out!” 

I thought this looked familiar.  As it turns out, I saw a condensed non-porno version of it as part of Smut Without Smut:  Satanic Horror Nite.  The XXX scenes are just fine, but honestly, either version is well worth checking out. 

If you do watch this hardcore version, you’ll be treated to some mighty fine highlights along the way.  I mean, when’s the last time you saw the son of the Devil awkwardly bang a woman on a rocking horse?  The most memorable sequence finds a gal doing a wild go-go dance in her room totally nude.  The frenetic score accompanied by the red and green lighting makes it a real winner.  But it gets better.  She then gets high and decides to look at herself in the mirror.  And I’m not talking about her face either.  Ingenuous. 

One thing’s for certain, you won’t be able to look at yourself in the mirror if you miss Hotter Than Hell.

AKA:  The Devil Made Me Do It.  AKA:  The Horny Devils.

IN A VIOLENT NATURE (2024) * ½

Someone foolishly removes a necklace from a gravesite and accidentally resurrects a bald killer named Johnny (Ry Barrett).  Before long, Johnny is shuffling through the forest and offing anyone stupid enough to get in his way (mostly young people partying at a lakeside cabin). 

In a Violent Nature has an intriguing idea.  It’s a slasher film almost exclusively told from the slasher’s (over the shoulder) point of view.  It feels like it’s trying to show the audience what your average horror movie killer would be up to when he wasn’t busy sneaking up behind people and butchering them. 

As it turns out, the answer to that question, more often than not, is walking.  Slowly.  Most of the movie is devoted to Johnny walking through the woods, around people’s homes, onto their campsites, etc.  I mean there’s no getting around the fact that 3/4 of the running time is just Johnny walking.  There’s a reason why they cut this shit out of most slasher flicks.  In fact, some of the long walking scenes are accompanied by nature sounds, which kind of makes it feel like an ASMR video.  That is to say, you may find yourself drifting off to sleep during these portions of the picture. 

While the idea behind the movie is inventive, there just isn’t enough inventiveness on screen to make it work.  Yes, the scene where Johnny shoves a victim’s head through her own stomach IS pretty inventive.  That’s about where the fun begins and ends though.  Ultimately, In a Violent Nature needed more kills of this caliber if it wanted to justify the long, lifeless passages.  While some of the kills are gory, they ultimately just seem pointless.  (Like the scene where Johnny whacks a guy with an axe more times than Lizzie Borden ever did.)

Maybe I’d feel differently if Johnny had some sort of personality or at the very least felt like an original character.  However, he is clearly just meant to be a Great Value brand of Jason Vorhees, a fact the filmmakers really don’t try to hide.  Because of that, it almost feels like one of those Jason fan films expanded to feature length.  While this might have played fine for a half-hour or so, the premise is just too thin to support an hour-and-a-half running time.  (Plus, that fucking final car ride scene goes on forFUCKingever.)

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE GEEK (1971) ***

FORMAT:  DVD

A group of campers go out hiking searching for the elusive “Geek” AKA:  Bigfoot.  After making camp, they put the make on each other.  (I mean if you’re going to pitch a tent, it’s senseless to let it go to waste.)  Eventually, they make contact with the Geek, who promptly throws one of the girls down and rapes her.  (Her boyfriend’s reaction?  “You’ll be all right!”)  After Bigfoot has his way with another young lass, the menfolk finally find enough courage to scare him off. 

I’ve seen a lot of pornos in my time.  I’ve seen a lot of Bigfoot movies too.  This was my first Bigfoot porno.  As such, it’s not bad.  I mean I’m sure there’s somebody out there with a Bigfoot fetish just waiting to discover this movie.  You know what they say:  Don’t knock it till you try it.  Either way, for bad movie fans this will be a riot. 

Sure, the first two acts are heavily padded with scenes of the campers hiking nonstop.  Sure, the actresses maybe could’ve used a little Clearasil here and there.  But when we finally get to see the Geek, it’s a hoot.  He kind of looks like a black version of the monster in Shriek of the Mutilated.  He’s obviously just wearing the body suit from a shabby gorilla costume but with the fly down so his dick can dangle down between his legs.  Boggy Creek, eat your heart out. 

The sex scenes with the sex mad Sasquatch are good for a laugh too.  I especially liked the second scene where his make-up started smearing onto the poor actress’s ass.  Oh, and contrary to popular belief, the adage, “The bigger the feet, the bigger the meat” doesn’t apply here.  Well, at least when we’re talking about Bigfoot that is.  The poor lug has a lot of trouble getting it up for either gal. 

Is any of this erotic?  Hell no! Will it make you shake your head in disbelief?  Fuck yeah!  Sometimes, especially when you’re dealing with hour-long no-budget pornos from the ‘70s, that’s about the best you can hope for. 

SHE WOLF RISING (2016) ½ *

Tiffany Shepis stars as Gina Sklar, a washed-up Scream Queen. Jake (Timothy Mandala) is an obsessive fan boy who thinks he hits the big time when he meets her in a convenience store.  She then ropes him into a scheme to retrieve a copy of her latest film.  Little does he know she’s actually a monster. 

She Wolf Rising is a mess.  Scratch that, it’s a big mess.  Actually, you know what?  It’s a big fucking mess.  There’s just no other terminology to describe it. 

From the awkward flashback structure to the random scenes from Gina’s movies to the pointless dream sequences to the slapdash plot, it is simply all over the map.  Shepis tries to keep things together by being her usually sexy self.  However, it’s a losing battle when the film borders on incoherence at nearly every turn. 

Consider the fact that Jake sometimes wears glasses and acts nerdy and other times he doesn’t.  Why?  I have no clue.  I honestly don’t think the filmmakers did either.

The music video montage of footage we just saw moments earlier adds to the cobbled-together feel.  To make matters worse, it takes forever for Shepis to turn into a monster, and when she finally becomes the She Wolf, she looks more like a hairless pig woman than a lycanthrope.  (It takes even longer for her to remove her top.)

Even worse, when the movie should be over, it isn’t.  It then descends into more film-within-a-film nonsense and continues twenty minutes past its expiration date.  There are also cameos by other Scream Queen favorites like Tina Krause and Debbie Rochon.  Sadly, they are completely wasted, which is infuriating to say the least. 

Overall, this just feels like a giant missed opportunity.  Shepis is a fine Scream Queen.  She would make a terrific She Wolf if given the proper material.  Too bad She Wolf Rising never rises to the challenge. 

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: VARIETEASE (1954) ** ½

FORMAT:  BLU-RAY (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:  

(As posted on July 17th, 2007)

Irving Klaw produced and directed this filmed variety show whose main attraction is Lili St. Cyr, who is also seen backstage getting dressed and lounging around. She finally comes out of her dressing room for the final number. The film is only remembered today for having Bettie Page in it. Page, who is the first act does "The Dance of the Four Veils" is as sexy as ever and is the main reason you'll want to watch it (even if she's only in one scene). Besides other lesser-known strippers, there's Vickie Lynn, a female impersonator, bad Vaudeville comedians, can-can dancing and some pretty awful songs. There's no nudity, but the Eastman color is excellent though. For Page fans only. Klaw also produced Teaserama with Page the next year.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: BUXOM BEAUTEASE (1956) ***

FORMAT:  BLU-RAY

Buxom Beautease was directed by Teaserama’s Irving Klaw and stars some of the biggest names in Burlesque such as Blaze Starr, Tempest Storm, and Lili St. Cyr.  Teaserama may be better known (mostly because Bettie Page is in it), but I liked this one just as much, if not more. 

First, a couple of comedians come out and do a series of lame gags.  Then, Blaze Starr takes centerstage on a set made up to look like a bedroom.  She does a slinky little striptease out of a cocktail dress before straddling a chez lounge and suggestively writhing around on it.  She gets so hot that steam erupts from the lounger!  In a word: Cinema. 

Next, Barbara Pauline enters a living room set (butt first) for a nice little number.  Then, the comedians come back for a dentist sketch followed by a terrific striptease by the sultry Dorian Dennis.  Eve Adams does a fun little number where she constantly has to adjust her top to avoid nip slips.  Then comes Patti Paget who performs a fun fan dance.  She’s followed by footage of a stripper named Evonne that was clearly taken from another source as the cinematography doesn’t match at all.  A cute Marilyn lookalike named Rita Grable performs a classy number afterwards. 

Starr encores with another striptease while wearing a wild looking headdress (which is the first thing that gets taken off).  Trudy Wayne is next and like Evonne’s segment, it looks like it came out of a nudie loop.  (Not a criticism, just an observation.)  Then, Dennis returns with a striptease out of a sexy evening gown.  Afterwards, the comedians come out and perform a funny math segment. 

Things switch over to color for the final segments.  Lili St. Cyr performs an Arabian Nights themed striptease.  Next, a comedian comes out and does a bit about racehorses (this looks like it might’ve been an outtake from Varietease).   Finally, Tempest Storm finishes things off with a classy little number. 

Klaw reused the same score from Teaserama, but you won’t mind.  Unlike that film, it’s mostly in black and white.  However, the cinematography is excellent.  It’s also missing the idiosyncratic presence of Bettie Page, which takes it down a notch.  (Grable takes up the mantle of title card girl in her absence.)  That said, Starr’s performances are mesmerizing, Dennis is enchanting, and heck even the comedians are pretty funny.  All in all, it’s one of the best Burlesque movies ever made. 

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: TEASERAMA (1955) ***

FORMAT:  BLU-RAY (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:

(As posted on July 17th, 2007)

Teaserama is better than producer Irving Klaw's previous Varietease because it features more Bettie Page. Tempest Storm is the star of this filmed Burlesque show, but Page steals the movie. Both Page and Storm do two dance numbers apiece. Like in Varietease, Bettie dances in the first segment, but she also appears in between acts to hold title cards up for the other dancers. In the movie's sexiest scene, she dresses up in a sexy maid outfit and helps Storm get ready for the show by dressing her and combing her hair. The color photography is once again excellent. There's no nudity, but at least the dancers show off more than they did in Varietease. Also starring female impersonator Vickie Lynn (also in Varietease with Page) and comedians Dave Starr and Joe E. Ross (from Car 54 Where Are You?) and some footage from Varietease is re-used.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE HARRYHAUSEN CHRONICLES (1998) *** ½

FORMAT:  DVD

This hour-long television special narrated by Leonard Nimoy tells us of the life and artistic creations of one of the most renowned special effects men of all time, Ray Harryhausen.  When Ray sees King Kong as a teen, he makes it his life’s mission to become a stop-motion special effects artist.  After serving in WWII, he comes home and begins work on a series of children’s shorts.  Eventually, he gets the call of a lifetime to work under his idol, Willis O’Brien on Mighty Joe Young.  From there, he goes on to create memorable creatures for The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, It Came from Beneath the Sea, Earth vs. the Flying Saucers, 20 Million Miles to Earth, The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad, The 3 Worlds of Gulliver, Mysterious island, and many more. 

Written and directed by Time magazine film critic Richard Schickel, The Harryhausen Chronicles offers a treasure trove of material for fans of the legendary effects man.  The coolest parts are of Harryhausen in his studio presiding over and manipulating some of his most famous creations for the camera.  There’s a lot of great clips from the films too.  From the Ymir in 20 Million Miles to Earth to the Cyclops in The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad to the skeleton army of Jason and the Argonauts to the Medusa in Clash of the Titans, they’re all here.  Not only that. but we also get to see his early stop-motion attempts as a young man and test footage from projects that never got off the ground for one reason or another. 

Harryhausen is gracious and warm in the interview segments and offers plenty of behind-the-scenes info on his films.  We also hear from his pal Ray Bradbury (who also wrote Beast) and Harryhausen’s business partner Charles H. Schneer who produced many of his movies.  Fans like Dennis Muren, Henry Selick, and George Lucas are on hand as well as they gush about their love of his work and how it shaped them.  It’s also cool seeing Bradbury handing Harryhausen his honorary Oscar and hearing the ceremony’s host, Tom Hanks talking about his love for Jason and the Argonauts. 

In short, anyone who’s ever been fascinated by the awe-inspired work of Ray Harryhausen owes it to themselves to check this documentary out. 

YACHT ROCK: A DOCKUMENTARY (2024) ***

Yacht Rock is one of those love-it-or-hate-it genres.  There are so many songs that fall under the banner that are excruciating to listen to for me.  However, when you do hear that handful of bangers from the genre, you just have no choice but to sing along.  This documentary (or “dockumentary”, if you will) is a fun look at the Yacht Rock phenomenon.  It keeps things light (although it refuses to put its tongue firmly in cheek) while simultaneously giving all the artists involved their due (even if critics and music snobs refuse to). 

The filmmakers talk to all the giants of the genre.  We get interviews with Michael McDonald, Christopher Cross, Kenny Loggins, the members of Toto, and more.  What we learn is that the genre more or less sprung out organically as many artists knew one another and played either as session musicians or guests on each other’s albums.  (Most of the artists just saw themselves as a new generation of session musicians a la The Wrecking Crew.)  This sort of crosspollination is the reason why so many of the songs sounded so similar and gave the genre its distinct sound. 

The film charts the beginning of the Yacht Rock movement with McDonald joining The Doobie Brothers.  His addition to the line-up caused sort of a changing of the guard as the band transitioned from hippie rock to more of a jazzy lite rock sound.   Other highlights are McDonald’s duet with Loggins, Steely Dan’s Aja album, and Cross’s smash debut.  While the music dominates airwaves and wins countless awards, the death knell sounds with the advent of MTV.  Fortunately, gangster rappers come to the genre’s rescue when they sample some of the best bits for their songs.  (Most notably, McDonald’s “I Keep Forgetting” for Warren G.’s “Regulate”.)  In doing so, it gives the genre a second life.  Later, a web series coins the “Yacht Rock” term, and that, coupled with music lovers’ nostalgia, creates a monster.

It’s funny seeing who does and doesn’t embrace the title of “Yacht Rock”.  (Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen’s refusal to be interviewed provides the film with its biggest laugh.)  The interviews are mostly entertaining and some of their anecdotes are amusing.  Overall, like the songs from the genre itself, Yacht Rock:  A Dockumentary is fun and breezy and a tad forgettable. 

MITCH APPEARS ON THE DTVC PODCAST!

Mitch once again was a guest on the DTVC Podcast with host, Matt Poirer.  On this episode they discussed the Christmas horror classic, Silent Night, Deadly Night (and of course, Mitch made room to talk about his favorite Christmas horror flick, ELVES!).  Give it a listen here: DTVC Podcast 188, "Silent Night, Deadly Night" by DTVC Podcast

Friday, December 13, 2024

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: MERMAIDS OF SAND, SEA, AND SURF (1994) ** ½

FORMAT:  DVD

Mermaid Movies were a low budget version of Playboy Video Centerfolds.  They featured sexy topless women posing in picturesque exotic locales and… well… that’s about it.  They might not have had the same kind of money Hugh Hefner and his team were working with, but they had enough of it to convince the models to take their tops off, and at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters now, doesn’t it?

The first segment is called “Spanish Maiden” (***) and it features Belinda, a buxom brunette beauty posing topless on and around a beachfront pier.  This sequence is solid for the most part.  It’s just the heavily purple-tinted portion detracts from the scenery.  And by “scenery”, I mean the “topless Spanish maiden”. 

In “Enchantress” (** ½), a blonde named Lisa takes it all off and writhes around inside a small tropical treehouse.  This would’ve been just dandy had it not been for the annoying narrator performing some sort of half-assed nursery rhyme over the action. 

Next is “Artistic Charm” (** ½).  Ingrid, another sexy brunette, shows off on the pier before lounging topless in a hammock.  This too suffers from pointless nursery rhyme shit, but thankfully the narrator limits his lyrics to only a few verses. 

“Sensuous Castaways” (***) follows.  Lisa and her friend Kelley hang out on top of old boat wrecks on a desert island.  This scene is nice because it has two gals to look at, both of whom look great against the boat backdrops.  The fact that Lisa is the one doing the nursery rhyme narration helps too. 

Kelley is the star of the next sequence appropriately titled “Kelley” (** ½) where she does a tasteful series of poses on the beach.  “Lori” (** ½) follows her, posing topless on a small wooden bridge, in a little creek, and along the shoreline. 

“Tropical Heat Wave” (** ½) features two models writhing around in the sand and surf before cooling off in a pool.  This one has too much cutting back and forth to be effective, but at least the narration is decent this time.  “No men allowed! This is a woman’s world!”

The final segment is “Surf’s Up” (** ½) where models pose (where else?) on the beach.  This feels like outtakes from another Mermaids videos, but it’s hard to tell.  The models look hot, which is all that really matters. 

This isn’t too bad overall.  The biggest problem is the unnecessary narrator who talks over the scenes of the models posing.  Even worse is when he shills for other Mermaid releases in between the nude scenes.  His nursery rhyme shtick is grating too.  That’s probably the only real drawback though.  So, if you decide to watch this on mute and supply your own soundtrack, add a Half-Star to the rating. 

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: CHEEZY ADVENTURE TRAILERS (2007) **

FORMAT:  DVD

Everywhere you look, from the DVD case to the Amazon listing to the DVD menu calls this “Cheezy Action Trailers”, but the actual onscreen title is Cheezy Adventure Trailers.  I have to say, that title makes a lot more sense once you see what movies are actually featured.  When I think of “action”, I think of Enter the Dragon, Die Hard, and Lethal Weapon.  Shit like that.  Cheezy Action… excuse me… Adventure Trailers contains previews for films such as Mogambo, King Solomon’s Mines, and Hatari!  These kinds of flicks would most undoubtedly fall under the heading of “adventure” and not necessarily be regarded as “action”. 

Why the switcheroo with the title?  Who knows.  This is Cheezy Flicks we’re talking about here.  This is the same company that puts out trailer compilations that feature the same trailers within the same collection.  And in true Cheezy fashion, many of the trailers are in rough shape.  The majority of the trailers are faded and worn, and the prints for Morgan the Pirate, Sandakan the Great, and Jungle Gold are extremely jumpy. 

There are some fun bits to be sure.  The Journey to the Lost City trailer features a gold statue with humongous boobs.  There’s a couple of trailers with an exploitation edge like Naked Africa, Man from Deep River, and Nature Girl and the Slaver, but not too many.  Trailers like these make it worth sitting through, but unless you’re a die-hard trailer compilation connoisseur like me, this one will be easy to skip over. 

I can say it delivers on the Cheezy Adventure Trailers.  I can’t fault it for that.  If you like jungle pictures and Tarzan movies, this will fit the bill.  (“Jungle Movie Trailers” would’ve been an even better title now that I think of it.)  However, if you go into this expecting some Cheezy action trailers, you are bound to be disappointed.  Luckily, it’s less than an hour long, so it all goes down pretty smooth, all things considered.  Just know what you’re getting yourself into beforehand and be wary of the bait and switch title, and you should be okay. 

The full trailer list includes:  Morgan the Pirate, Journey to the Lost City, Sandakan the Great, Sword of Sherwood Forest, Safari Drums, Jungle Flight, Hell on Devil’s Island, Mogambo, Tropic Zone, King Solomon’s Mines, Tarzan’s Fight for Life, Jungle Heat, Jungle Gold, Naked Africa, Man from Deep River, She Gods of Shark Reef, Tarzan and the Great River, Tarzan’s Greatest Adventure, Virgin Sacrifice, Watusi, Walk into Hell, Nature Girl and the Slaver, Manhunt in the African Jungles, Jungle Attack, Perils of Nyoka, Hatari!, Two Sane Nuts, Tarzan Goes to India, Zulu, and The Brigand of Kandahar. 

AKA: Cheezy Action.  AKA:  Cheezy Action Trailers.