THE AUTOPSY OF JANE DOE (2016) ** ½

Brian Cox is a coroner teaching his son Emile Hirsch the family trade.  One night, the cops bring in a corpse of an unidentified woman (Olwen Kelly) who died under, shall we say, unprecedented circumstances.  The sheriff wants answers FAST and Cox and Hirsch roll up their sleeves and prepare for an all-nighter.  As the duo search for answers, it soon becomes apparent that this ain’t no ordinary corpse.

Director Andre (Trollhunter) Ovredal expertly builds up the mystery surrounding the curious corpse.  As Cox digs deeper (both literally and figuratively) he finds more and more bizarre inconsistencies in the body.  Ovredal is able to wring a lot of suspense and atmosphere out of the autopsy room scenes, and the coroners’ grisly discoveries gives the early sequences quite a kick.

The set-up is intriguing and instantly gets your attention.  Once things move out of the autopsy room, it gets decidedly less effective as it goes along.  It’s here where Ovredel eschews the creepy vibe of the early scenes in favor of some fairly standard who-goes-there scenes set in dark hallways, which gets quite frustrating.  The ending is predictable, and a bit of a letdown, especially considering how eerie the first half was.

Cox and Hirsch make for a great team.  They have some fine moments together as they try to piece together what happened to the corpse.  Kelly is able to create a sinister presence, a feat that’s made even more impressive when you consider all she does is lay there.  Unfortunately, so does the climax. 

AKA:  The Morgue.  

TED 2 (2015) ** ½

Ted, the foulmouthed teddy bear (once again voiced by director Seth MacFarlane) is back.  This time out, he and his girlfriend Tami-Lynn (Jessica Barth) want to have a baby.  Naturally, the assholes in the government step in and nix the idea, saying Ted can’t adopt because he’s not a person.  Ted and his best pal John (Marky Mark) take their case to a sexy stoner lawyer (Amanda Seyfried) who tries to get the courts to recognize Ted’s duly entitled personhood. 

The first Ted was good, but what do you do when the novelty of a swearing pot-smoking teddy bear wears off?  Send Marky Mark to a sperm donor clinic where he accidentally falls into a shelf full of sperm samples and winds up covered in semen specimens?  Yeah, that sounds about right.

The film is full of the kind of gags and non sequiturs you’d expect from MacFarlane.  We have Jay Leno hunting for sex in bathrooms, Liam Neeson attempting to buy a box of Trix, and Marky Mark trying to jerk off Tom Brady.  All this just seems like leftover bits from an episode of Family Guy.

You can always tell when a filmmaker has been given carte blanche by the studio to do whatever the hell he wants when he puts a Busby Berkeley musical number in there for no good reason whatsoever.  The problem is, Macfarlane forgot to make it funny.  It’s as if he thought the sight of a teddy bear dancing on top of a giant wedding cake would be enough.

The jokes are hit and miss.  (There’s one bit that’s straight out of Three Amigos.)  Admittedly, there are some laughs here.  However, there’s just not quite enough of them to push this one in the win column. 

The plot is equally scattershot.  The movie pretty much throws its hands up in the air by the end.  The big brawl at Comic Con where nerds in cosplay fight one another is particularly weak.  Again, it’s all set-up with no punchline.  

DOUBLE JEOPARDY (1992) ** ½

Bruce Boxleitner is happily married to Sela Ward with a good job as headmaster at a posh boarding school.  One day, his mountain climbing ex (Rachel Ward) comes back into his life.  Naturally, she worms her way into his bed.  When Bruce sees Rachel’s abusive boyfriend sexually assaulting her, he is powerless to do anything.  Somehow, she is able to fight back and kill her attacker.  Trouble brews once Sela (a powerful attorney who is all but assured a position as a judge) takes Rachel’s case.

This Made for Showtime thriller is at its best when dealing with the moral ambiguity of its characters.  It’s about doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and sometimes, doing the wrong thing for the right reasons.  It’s also one of those deals where it starts off as a murder mystery before becoming a long courtroom drama.  It’s not bad; it’s just undone by a predictable third act and an anticlimactic finale.  (The mountain climbing scenes really drag it down.)

Directed by Lawrence (The Executioner’s Song) Schiller, Double Jeopardy is bolstered by strong performances by the three leads.  Boxleitner is great as the poor schmuck who thinks with his dick in a moment of weakness and winds up paying the price.  Sela is excellent, especially during the courtroom scenes, and really sinks her teeth into the role.  Rachel does a fine job as the conniving vixen who’s using them both to get away with murder.  We also get Sally Kirkland as a detective on the case, Denice Duff (from the Subspecies movies) as a cog in Ward’s plot, and a young Aaron Eckhart making his screen debut in a bit part.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN VS. ZOMBIES (2012) ** ½

Abraham Lincoln vs. Zombies was The Asylum’s obvious knock-off to Abraham Lincoln:  Vampire Hunter.  The curious thing is, it surprisingly does a better job combining history and horror than that film did.  Of course, its aim is much lower, but it also manages to be a lot more fun.  

As a boy, Honest Abe (Bill Oberst, Jr.) had to murder his own parents when they succumbed to a zombie bite.  Years later, during the Civil War, Lincoln learns of another zombie outbreak threatening an army base.  He then commissions a small band of soldiers and leads them into battle to stop the zombie plague once and for all.  

The secret to the film’s success is that it plays things deadly serious.  If Abe was busting out one-liners like “Four GORE and seven years ago!” it would’ve gotten old fast.  Sure, all of this is silly, but Oberst Jr. (who lends considerable gravitas to the role) solemnly believes it, so we should too.  While the supporting cast isn’t quite as adept at walking that line, they follow his lead well enough.  

This is an Asylum movie after all, but writer/director Richard (A Diva’s Christmas Carol) Schenkman does a good job at stretching the small budget.  (Much of this looks like Civil War reenactment mixed with a zombie pub crawl.)  However, it’s rather enjoyable.   The variations on the cliched zombie attacks are just different enough to feel somewhat fresh, and the Evil Dead-inspired make-up is well done.  

It kind of gets bogged down once Lincoln takes refuge with a group of disparate survivors (including Confederate soldiers, an old flame, and some soon-to-be-famous historical figures).  Still, it’s much better than I expected, even if it isn’t quite a home run.  Too bad it all fizzles out by the end.  After the climax, it continues on needlessly for an overlong coda.  Seriously, a movie called Abraham Lincoln vs. Zombies didn’t need to run 96 minutes, but it’s a minor miracle it’s as good as it is for as long as it is. 

TRASHY LADY (1985) **

Harry Reems stars as a gangster who falls for the new cigarette girl (Ginger Lynn) at his nightclub.  He wants to show her off at the upcoming Gangster Brotherhood Ball, but he feels she’s much too shy and demure for his tastes.  Sensing her sexual inexperience, he gets a rival mobster’s moll (Amber Lynn) to show her the ropes of being a slut.  

All this seems to be leading up to a big Lynn/Reems scene that unfortunately never materializes.  I mean they spend all this screen time on Amber teaching Ginger how to be a big-time whore, but it ultimately goes nowhere.  We never really get to see her total transformation (besides a brief scene of her talking dirty at the ball), which is a major disappointment.  

I liked the attempts at recreating the Roaring ‘20s on a cheap budget.  The nightclub sets are well done and the costumes are about as good as you’d expect to see in an ‘80s porn.  Too bad the sex scenes are kind of rote and mechanical.  Even the usually vivacious Ginger Lynn seems bored.  I know her character is supposed to be a novice at screwing, but she doesn’t seem to work up much enthusiasm.  Amber Lynn seems engaged as the moll with moxie.  In one scene, she teaches Ginger how to suck a cock.  Somehow, even this seemingly can’t-miss scenario fizzles out.  Because of that, supporting players like Cheri Javiner (who gets double-stuffed by some boxers) and the vastly underrated Bunny Bleu (as a hot maid) wind up stealing the show.  

MONDO TOPLESS (1966) ***

After the one-two punch of Motorpsycho and Faster, Pussycat!  Kill!  Kill!, Russ Meyer went in the opposite direction with Mondo Topless.  While those films were hard-hitting and tightly wound, this one is carefree and formless (and kind of pointless).  Instead of being filmed in stark black and white, this is a full-color romp.  The biggest difference is that while Motorpsycho and Faster, Pussycat! were relatively tame and featured only the briefest glimpses of the female form, Mondo Topless is almost wall-to-wall nudity with some of the biggest bosoms ever to hit the silver screen.  

As the title suggests, it’s essentially a Mondo movie that features topless women.  (“The world’s loveliest buxotics!”)  It’s all showcased in Meyer’s typically rapid-fire editing style.  Women are seen gyrating, jiggling, and frolicking au natural.  We see them running wild in nature, in swimming pools, rolling around in the mud, driving nude through the streets of San Francisco, scuba diving naked, and even posing in a Wild West town.  While the girls undulate, we hear brief interview segments where they reveal a little bit about themselves as they reveal a LOT of themselves.  This often feels like a precursor to those old Playboy Channel shows.  

Of the cast, I must say I enjoyed seeing the familiar form of Pat (Orgy of the Dead) Barringer yet again.  I also loved the section on Lorna Maitland, complete with unabashed plugs for Meyer’s Lorna (1964).  And wait till you see Babette Bardot!  According to the narration, she’s “50/50 where it counts!”  (Speaking of which, the bombastic narration is often hysterical.)    

Some segments go on too long.  Others feel rushed.  On the plus side, there is never a shortage of boobs.  It often borders on incoherence, and yet it moves like lightning, so it’s hard to complain.  Sure, all of this may feel like overkill, but what a way to go!

You may call Mondo Topless a minor work from Meyer.  However, the narration sums the movie up best when it calls itself “A swinging tribute to unrestrained female anatomy!”  In that respect, it comes as advertised and as a result, is fairly critic proof.  

AKA:  Mondo Girls.  AKA:  Mondo Top.

LUST AND MURDER ON THE LAS VEGAS STRIP (2004) **

Flanagan (John McLaughlin) is a wealthy laundromat owner whose getting hit hard by the IRS.  Meanwhile, his philandering wife Kathleen (Ghoulies 4’s Barbara Alyn Woods) continues to blow money at the casino, which threatens to put him deeper in debt.  He pays a gangster to rough up his wife’s boyfriend up a little, just to teach him a lesson.  Unbeknownst to Flanagan, a crew of kidnappers has just grabbed the guy and they’re expecting a hefty ransom.

Lust and Murder on the Las Vegas Strip is moderately well done on a low budget.  The cast, which consists of actors with just familiar enough faces, and some not-bad amateurs and/or local talent, is certainly game.  Ron (The Fugitive) Dean in particular commands the screen as the one kidnapper who’s on his last job.  Woods has a lot of presence as well and shares a few good scenes with Hillary Tuck, who plays her suspicious stepdaughter.  It was also nice seeing Poltergeist’s Zelda Rubinstein popping up at the end as an IRS agent. 

The cast’s noble efforts are ultimately for naught as they are let down by the predictable script.  Writer/director Tom Whitus was also unable to make the tension pop as the various shootouts and plot twists fall flat.  It’s especially telling that the scenes of the kidnappers sitting around and busting each other’s balls while playing poker is a lot more engaging than the rote scenes of them double-crossing and shooting at one another. 

AKA:  The Wild Card.