YETI: GIANT OF THE 20TH CENTURY (1977) ** ½

A giant Yeti is found frozen in a block of ice in Canada.  It gets loose and runs off into the wilderness.  The Yeti befriends a mute boy and his sister and acts as their protector.  Too bad their grandfather wants to exploit the creature for his own gain.

Yeti:  Giant of the 20^th Century was released in the wake of the King Kong remake.  Like that film, the monster becomes a symbol for an oil company.  (It even breaks loose when it is frightened by photographers’ flashbulbs.)  The movie also pokes a little fun at the Kong marketing blitz as the company sells a lot of Yeti t-shirts.

Directed by Gianfranco (the Sabata movies) Parolini, Yeti:  Giant of the 20^th Century is a moderately entertaining Grade-Z Italian knockoff that features some awful dubbing and uneven special effects.  The Yeti itself just looks like a homeless person with a wild hairdo and bushy beard wearing a tattered gorilla costume.  The other effects range from atrocious to passable.  While some effects shots feature obvious matte lines, the stuff with actors sitting in the giant Yeti hands work well enough.  The highlight comes when the Yeti walks down the side of a building, kicking in the windows with his feet and using them like rungs of a ladder.  The Kong-style scenes of the Yeti’s foot stomping on people are pretty nifty too.  The Yeti even goes one better than Kong as it strangles a guy with its toes. 

There are some genuinely funny moments here.  I liked the part when the Yeti combs Phoenix Grant’s hair with a giant fish bone.  I also chuckled at the fact that everyone pronounced “Yeti” as "Yay-Tee".  The scenes of the mute kid’s pet collie going for help played too much like a “very special” episode of Lassie for my tastes though.

One thing I can say for Yeti:  Giant of the 20^th Century is that it gets things off and running in a hurry.  There are no boring scenes of people going on an expedition to bog the pace down.  In fact, when the movie begins, the scientists have already found the Yeti and are in the midst of thawing it out. 

All of this isn’t consistently entertaining (or bad) to make for a great B movie, but if you enjoyed The Mighty Gorga or Konga you’ll probably get a kick out of it.  Another plus is the fact that Grant’s character refuses to be a Fay Wray-like damsel in distress.  She takes charge, bosses men around, and is quite protective of the Yeti.  She’s definitely more well-rounded than Jessica Lange’s character in the Kong remake, that’s for sure.

AKA:  Big Foot.  AKA:  Yeti.  AKA:  Giant of the 20^th Century.  AKA:  Ice Man.  

HER NAME WAS LISA (1979) ***

Roger Watkins directed this XXX feature just after making the immortal Last House on Dead End Street.  While Her Name Was Lisa isn’t quite as dark and depraved as that movie, it’s certainly more demented than your typical porno.  Watkins’ bleak outlook and callous attitude towards the sex insures you won’t be titillated during the film.  However, it’s an experience you won’t soon forget.

Lisa (Samantha Fox) is taken away from a seedy massage parlor by a photographer (Rick Iverson) who’s eager to make her his latest model.  She’s eventually stolen away by a rich publisher named Steven (David Pierce) who puts her up in a swanky apartment in exchange for her participation in increasingly-kinkier sex.  After Steven (or “Steffan”, depending on who’s calling his name) turns her over to a set of rapists, she turns to the sultry Carmen (Vanessa Del Rio), who helps her escape her life of sexual slavery. 

Her Named Was Lisa is a depressing experience to say the least.  There’s no light at the end of the tunnel for anyone in this film.  Even when things begin to look up for Lisa, she is ultimately betrayed and plunges even further into a pit of despair.  

You can feel Watkins’ fingerprints on every frame of this movie.  As with Last House on Dead End Street and Corruption, he seems to delight in rubbing the audience’s noses in the filth, punishing them for wanting to see their baser instincts played out.  Not only does he show us the harsh realities of a character living a sinful lifestyle, he shows us the repercussions and how it effects everyone around them.  The atmospheric lighting and creative camerawork adds to the weird energy that Watkins creates.  I mean any time a porno starts with a funeral, you know you're in for a downer.

I also loved the way Watkins blatantly stole pop and rock songs for the soundtrack.  Kraftwork’s “The Robots” appears during a sex scene, as does a cover of “Gimme Some Lovin’”.  The best moment though is when Led Zeppelin's “Dazed and Confused” plays during one particularly depressing sex scene.  I don't know how they got away with it, given the fact that Zeppelin is notoriously stingy with their musical rights.  I mean Dazed and Confused didn't even have “Dazed and Confused” in it!  Watkins obviously didn’t give a fuck, which helps to make this scene even more memorable.

“10” (1979) ***

When Blake Edwards wasn’t busy making those silly Pink Panther movies, he was doing these personal tangents about how women and men interact.  “10” was his biggest success, and probably his overall best film.  It’s still overlong, and clunky in parts, but there’s enough honest emotion (not to mention big laughs) to make it well worth watching.

Dudley Moore is a composer on the wrong side of forty.  He’s in full-tilt mid-life crisis mode; unhappy in his work, unsatisfied with his girlfriend (Julie Andrews), and making eyes at every piece of ass that walks down the street.  When he sees Bo Derek at a traffic stop, he becomes obsessed with her.  He decides to follow her down to Mexico (where she’s on her honeymoon with Flash Gordon himself, Sam J. Jones) with a wild scheme to get her into bed.

Moore has some good bits like being stung by a bee, drinking coffee while under the effects of Novocain, or trying to walk across the scorching sand barefoot.  The film is funny when following him around as he acts on his outrageous impulses.  It’s less effective when it spends time on Julie Andrews’ shrill girlfriend character.  Since she’s Blake Edwards’ wife, I guess he was forced to give her more and more screen time (which is probably why the original star, George Segal bolted the production and had to be replaced by Moore).  The finale where Moore and Derek eventually get together is kind of predictable and obvious from the get-go, but it’s also bittersweet and appropriate too.  I just wish the coda wasn’t so drawn out.  (READ:  More Julie Andrews bullshit.)

As great as Moore is, the supporting cast is packed with extraordinary talent.  Robert Webber has some nice moments as Moore’s gay songwriting partner, Dee Wallace has a heartbreaking bit as one of Moore’s potential conquests, and Brian Dennehy very nearly steals the show as a sympathetic bartender.  Don (Return of the Living Dead) Calfa has the most fun though as Moore’s sex-crazed neighbor who bangs a constant parade of nude starlets for the benefit of Moore’s telescope.  (The guests at his house party feature a who’s who of ‘70s porn stars.)

DEADLY BREED (1989) **

A racist police captain (William Smith) and a detective named Kilpatrick (Addison Randall) lead a white supremacist group that go around killing minorities.  They kill two jailbirds who were on the straight and narrow and make it look like a drug deal gone bad.  Jake (Blake Bahner from Wizards of the Demon Sword), their parole officer, investigates the murders and uncovers the extent of the supremacists’ operation.  When Kilpatrick murders his wife, Jake goes out for revenge. 

Even though he gets top billing, William Smith mostly sits at a desk, eats Chinese food, and barks out orders.  Hell, he doesn’t even stand up until about an hour into the movie.  (He never figures out a way to get out from behind that desk though.)  So, if you’re watching Deadly Breed thinking it’s going to be a William Smit vehicle, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.

Deadly Breed starts out promising enough with Bahner tracking down the white supremacist cops.  If writer/director Charles T. (3 Ninjas Kick Back) Kanganis explored this aspect further, he could’ve made a real statement about racism and the police.  Instead, he drops all that about halfway through when the bad guys decide to go after Bahner.  Then, it merely becomes about his own personal survival and revenge.

I guess that would’ve been okay if the action was any damn good.  The finale is particularly weak.  Bahner just sort of sneaks into the supremacists’ compound and starts chucking dynamite around.  His final confrontation with Randall is a bit of a letdown too, and the ending with Smith is awkwardly edited.  It almost looks like they ran out of money (or time) and couldn’t film Smith’s death scene, so they just did a freeze frame of his face accompanied by the sound of a gunshot before fading to black.  Lame.

One sequence deserves special mention though.  Early on, there’s a montage of minorities being killed by the supremacists while Randall plays the organ shirtless.  The juxtaposition of murder and a beefy, sweaty guy pounding out classical music will make your jaw drop.  If only Kanganis peppered the rest of the movie with more oddball touches like this, it could’ve really been something.

LO AND BEHOLD: REVERIES OF THE CONNECTED WORLD (2016) ** ½

Lo and Behold:  Reveries of the Connected World is a Werner Herzog documentary about the internet.  That right there was enough to make me want to watch it.  Although it makes for a quirky, breezy ride, it never quite clicks.  I don’t know what I was expecting.  I thought a guy like Herzog would’ve managed to squeeze a little bit more out of the subject.  Still, his Zen-like quirkiness and dry wit helps to elevate the film from being a mass of talking heads.

Herzog presents ten vaguely connected vignettes, each exploring a different aspect of the internet.  The most interesting ones revolve around the creation of the internet and its early days of existence.  I also liked the segments devoted to online harassment and computer hackers.  Some segments (like the stuff with robots, driverless cars, and the potential for the internet on Mars) seems like it could’ve been part of a separate documentary though.

The best moments come when Herzog forces himself into the action.  Although he’s never seen on film, you can hear him just off camera stirring the pot a little and giving his subjects perplexing questions to chew on.  I would’ve liked to have more moments like this throughout the movie as Herzog himself is far and away the most memorable part.  Heck, his narration alone is worth the price of admission.  

I’m glad I watched Lo and Behold, but it never once attains the manic drive and bizarre fascination of Herzog’s best stuff.  The vignette approach sets itself up for an uneven ride as some segments misfire and/or peter out.  It’s a minor (albeit entertaining) work from a master filmmaker.  

MAGIC CURSE (1975) ** ½

Man-Ying goes to the jungles of Borneo looking for his lost uncle.  Not five minutes into journey does he run into a gang of killer lepers.  He kills one of them and there's a cool Wolf Man-style transformation scene where the leper turns back to normal.  Man-Ying learns the evil witch doctor Abdula put a curse in the guy and sets off into the jungle.

In another awesome sequence, Abdula casts a spell on a native woman who’s getting frisky with her boyfriend in a nearby stream.  He turns her into a fanged killer and she bites her boyfriend’s penis off.  Then, the camera cuts to another native in the jungle eating a banana.  Brilliant. 

Along the way, Man-Ying falls in love with Filona, the goddess who protects the jungle.  When he goes back home to settle his uncle’s affairs, she places a curse on him and tells him not to mess around with another woman.  Naturally, he can’t keep his dick in his pants.  

If you thought the editing on the banana-biting scene was great, wait till you see the part where Man-Ying is getting it on with a chick he picked up at the club.  Just as he's about to climax, they cut to a shower head shooting water.  I love it.   This is just the set-up for the centerpiece of the movie.  It’s essentially the Psycho shower scene, but with snakes.  (Later, there’s a staircase death that’s also reminiscent of Psycho.)  

Things sort of take a nosedive in quality during the third act though.  It’s here where Man-Ying goes back to Borneo with a detective to prove that he is in fact, under the curse of Filona.  None of this is as compelling or as memorable as the craziness of the first hour, and the finale where Man-Ying and Filona square off against Abdula is lame too.  

It’s also odd that Man-Ying pretty much takes her back, no questions asked.  The fact that she killed two women out of petty jealousy is never brought up, nor does the detective arrest her for the crime.  (I guess the fact that Filona was in Borneo at the time gives her an airtight alibi.)  Still, would YOU want to marry her if she uses snakes to kill anyone you bat an eye at?  After all, relationships that are built on this kind of distrust are bound to go up in smoke eventually.  Besides, can you imagine what THAT divorce would be like?

CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE PEANUT BUTTER FREAK (1975) ***

Billy (Zachary Strong, who also co-wrote and directed) is an awkward teenage loser who gets picked up by a gas station attendant named Priscilla (Helen Madigan).  They go back to her place for a peanut butter sandwich and she makes a couple of obvious passes at him.  Unfortunately for Priscilla, he’s too busy eating peanut butter and talking about his various sexual misadventures to even notice.

Confessions of a Teenage Peanut Butter Freak contains some rather kinky material.  There’s food play (this is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone use peanut butter as KY jelly), incest, strap-ons, bondage, butt play, interracial, etc. The thing that makes it all work is the fact that you can sympathize with a lot of Billy’s sexual blunders.  (Well, except for maybe his peanut butter fixation.)  Despite some wild moments, there are a few scenes that are surprisingly true to life.  I'm sure there are moments of poignancy here that will ring true for some people, which makes it a nostalgic coming of age movie (no pun intended). 

Strong is great in the lead.  His awkward tics are amusing, and his stuttering while nervously engaging in sexual intercourse are good for a few laughs.  John Holmes has a small role as Strong’s friend.  For some reason, Holmes does a different accent for nearly every line of dialogue.  I’m not sure why Strong let him get away with doing something so bizarre, but then again, Holmes wasn’t hired for his acting abilities.  Madigan is enormously appealing, and Jacque Hanson is a hoot as Strong’s sex-crazed aunt.  

The sex scenes themselves are a bit uneven, with the best ones being weighted towards the beginning.  It loses points for the weird, overlong, dreamlike ending depicting Strong’s surreal wedding ceremony.  This could’ve been cut out and no one would’ve noticed.  Other than that, Confessions of a Peanut Butter Freak is a lot of fun.  It has a goofy, playful feel that makes it work as both pornography and a relic of ‘70s low budget filmmaking.  There’s an innocence here that you just can’t find in today’s adult market, and that alone makes it highly recommended.

AKA:  Confessions of a Teenager.  AKA:  Peanut Butter Freak.  AKA:  She Can’t Get Enough.