THE DEVIL IN MISS JONES 3: A NEW BEGINNING (1986) ***

The Dark Brothers made some of the most outrageous porn movies of the ‘80s, so they were a perfect fit to pick up the torch of the Devil in Miss Jones series.  Lois Ayres takes over the role of Miss Jones from Georgina Spelvin and instantly makes it her own.  Gone is the mousy housewife of the ‘70s.  This Miss Jones is a tough-talking, spunky, and no-nonsense sexpot with a punk rock hairdo and an attitude to match.  

Miss Jones gets picked up by a man (Paul Thomas) at a singles bar one night.  He bangs her so hard that when she hits her head on the headboard of her bed, she dies and goes to Hell.  Once there, her jive-talking pimp guide (Jack Baker) escorts her through the many rooms of hellish sexual delight as she searches for a way out.  

Ayers is excellent, and she and Baker (who got his start in real movies like The Kentucky Fried Movie) have a lot of chemistry together.  Baker is very funny and practically steals the film, despite being a non-sex performer.  The rest of the cast, including Amber Lynn (who does “the dance of the double dong”), Tom Byron (as Miss Jones’ cheating boyfriend), and Vanessa Del Rio (who gets gangbanged) are also enjoyable and make the most of their brief screen time. 

Director Gregory Dark delivers on the bizarre, outrageous sex scenes.  The weirdest scene features two people fucking while dressed like horses as sounds of hooves pounding play in the background.  The “plot” stuff is really thin (the on-camera interviews with people talking about Miss Jones feel more like filler than anything else), and the non-ending (“cliffhanger” is the wrong word) is frustrating as it merely sets up Part 4.  (Scenes of the next installment help to further pad out the running time).  Despite these debits, as a madcap slice of ‘80s WTF XXX, it remains highly entertaining.  

The fun music was stolen from other Dark Brothers productions, such as New Wave Hookers and Let Me Tell Ya ‘Bout White Chicks.

DJANGO DEFIES SARTANA (1970) **

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking, “Mitch, didn’t you just watch and review a crappy Django/Sartana team-up/rip-off?  Why would you put yourself through that again?”  Well, I have always had a weakness for Spaghetti Westerns, and my fondness for them (even the bad ones, of which there are many) has only ripened in my old age.  You know the experiment with the mouse that gets an electric shock every time he tries to take a bite of cheese, but he keeps goes back for another bite of cheese, even if it causes him great pain?  That’s kind of like me and Spaghetti Westerns—and the cheesier the Spaghetti, the better.

Django (Tony Kendall) thinks Sartana (George Ardisson) killed his brother and tries to get revenge.  He eventually learns Sartana had nothing to do with it and the pair earns each other’s respect.  They then agree to team up and go after the real killer. 

If that’s a sparse plot rundown, I apologize.  There’s really not a whole lot to this one.  In fact, it’s kind of slow moving, and frankly, a bit boring in spots. 

At least the cinematography is lush, which helps to keep you from completely nodding off.  First-time director Pasquale Squitieri gives us lots of deep reds and eye-popping yellows (some parts look like a giallo), not to mention a couple handsome desert vistas.  Ardisson and Kendall don’t have much chemistry to speak of, but it’s Jose Torres who steals the movie as their machete wielding mute sidekick (appropriately named “Mute”).  Django and Sartana got dozens of cheap rip-offs and spin-offs throughout the years, so I’m not sure why Mute didn’t get one of his own.  He certainly deserved it.

AKA:  Django Against Sartana.  AKA:  Django Challenges Sartana.

CORPSE GRINDERS 2 (2000) *

A dying race of cat people leave their home planet of Ceta to live life anew on Earth.  Meanwhile, a pair of knuckleheads try to get their uncles’ old cat food plant up and running again.  To turn their sagging business around, they take to using the old family recipe, which if you saw the first Corpse Grinders, involves stealing dead bodies, grinding them up, and putting them in the cat food. 

Corpse Grinders 2 is the film that gave exploitation director Ted V. Mikels a second wind.  At the ripe age of 71, he set out sequelizing his back catalogue of films, which allowed him to work till his dying day.  As far as his twenty-first century movies go, it’s probably the worst one I’ve seen.  

That doesn’t mean I don’t admire the spirit Mikels put into these pictures.  I like the fact that Planet Ceta is nothing more than Mikels’ house (which will be familiar to you if you’ve seen his other films).  And if you’ve seen Mikels’ house, you know it looks like it’s on another planet to begin with, which makes it perfect. 

The original was a minor classic that at least had an off-kilter plot and a touch of WTF charm about it. This twenty-nine years later sequel has little of that old time Mikels magic to go around, I’m afraid.  Like his latter-day Astro-Zombies sequels, it’s too long (102 minutes) and has way too many characters and subplots.  The whole alien subplot is particularly useless, and the opening CGI alien dogfight looks like something out of a PlayStation game. 

It also takes a long time before the cats start going crazy and turning on their owners.  The scenes of bodies being sent through the grinder still work (love the close-ups of the meat coming out of the machine), but these highlights are few and far between.  Mostly, it’s just a long, dull slog.

Another debit is the amateurish cast.  Some are clearly reading right off their script (and not even going through the trouble to hide it), and none of them can keep your attention during their long, painful dialogue scenes.  Cult legends Dolores (Glen or Glenda?) Fuller and Liz (Desperate Living) Renay show up briefly, but they’re not given a whole lot to do.  Mikels himself plays a professor and easily gives the best performance of the movie.

The thing that really sends Corpse Grinders 2 into the shitter is the ending.  All the plotlines threaten to come together, as if the film is leading up to a big reveal… and then it… doesn’t.  Oh well.  Maybe the answers I seek will come to pass in Corpse Grinders 3.

THE DEVIL IN MISS JONES 2 (1982) ** ½

Devil in Miss Jones was truly a classic that transcended the hardcore genre.  Director Gerard Damiano made a film that, in addition to being damned fine erotica, was also a great movie.  This sloppy, occasionally humorous sequel has no such aspirations.

You know you’re getting something different right from the first scene.  Miss Jones (once again played by Georgina Spelvin) is still stuck in Hell and more desperate than ever to get off.  She crawls to Cyrano De Bergerac (Alan Adrian) and climbs on top of his dick nose and rides his face.  Then two guards with dick-shaped helmets haul her away to see Lucifer (Jack Wrangler).  Naturally, she seduces Lucifer by sucking on his pointed tail and then fucks him till he has a flaming orgasm.  Satisfied, he makes her a deal so she can go back to earth and finally cum.  

So far, so not bad.  However, the wheels begin to fall off once Miss Jones gets out of Hell.  It’s here where Lucifer puts her soul into the bodies of different women.  First, she inhabits a call girl (Jacqueline Lorians) before hopping inside a soldier (Joanna Storm), and then a prudish door to door saleswoman (Anna Ventura) whose Tupperware is transformed into sex toys.  

All this is mildly amusing.  It’s just a pity that Spelvin couldn’t have stuck around longer.  I guess the filmmakers could only afford her for a day or two.  Either that, or she was just ready to move on to greener pastures.  Either way, her presence is sorely missed throughout the rest of the film.  It’s especially disappointing considering her performance was best thing about the original.

Director Henri (Jailhouse Girls) Pachard’s vision of Hell is also much different than that of Gerard Damiano’s.  Gone is the sparse sets and minimalistic approach.  Instead, we get outlandish sets populated by performers wearing crazy outfits, some of who are made up to be famous historical figures (like Marie Antoinette and Cleopatra).

Overall, this is more of a cash-in than a true continuation, but it’s not without its charm.  I have a soft spot (or a hard spot I guess you could say) for these early ‘80s hardcore films that at least tried to be wacky and emphasized crazy production design over the sex.  Too bad Hell’s “No Orgasms” rule cuts down on the number of money shots, which is disappointing.  (There’s an annoying “Orgasm Alert” every time someone goes to bust a nut.)

The big problem is that the women Miss Jones swaps places with just can’t compete with Spelvin.  Lorians tries, but she is simply unable to fill Spelvin’s shoes.  R. Bolla is a lot of fun as “The Devil’s Advocate” though.  You’ll wish he had been cast as the devil instead of the boring Jack Wrangler.

Sure, much of The Devil in Miss Jones 2 is frustratingly uneven.  Sometimes, it threatens to get on your nerves.  (If you play a drinking game where you take a shot every time someone says, “There are no orgasms in hell”, you’ll be in a coma before the credits roll.)  Then again, it has Ron Jeremy licking his own dick, so there’s that.

MARAUDERS (2016) * ½

Bruce Willis stars in another Grindstone Entertainment picture, so named for their penchant for grinding out generic DTV actioners.  The good news is, this one features a slightly better supporting cast than usual.  Unfortunately, it’s undermined by a standard issue plot, unnecessary overlength, and a visibly disinterested performance by Willis.  

A gang of vicious bank robbers (who wear cool skull masks that look like a cross between one of the masks in The Strangers and the Punisher skull) exclusively rob banks owned by a rich fat cat (Willis).  Christopher Meloni is the Fed on their trail trying to bring them down.  His efforts are hampered by a loose cannon cop (Johnathon Schaech) with a penchant for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Willis has been accused of phoning it in as of late.  The fact that many of his scenes in Marauders require him to talk on the telephone, so he’s quite literally phoning it in, doesn’t help.  It’s also obvious due to the wonky editing and sound that he wasn’t even in the same room as some of his fellow actors during some scenes.  When Willis and Meloni are finally together, it feels like they’re acting in completely different movies.  Unlike Willis, Meloni shows signs of a pulse, while Willis almost seems oblivious there’s a movie being filmed around him.

Meloni may give the movie a faint spark, but his police procedural scenes are sluggish at best.  At least the bank robbery scenes are competently staged.  Too bad the plot spins its wheels for the better part of the running time.  

The supporting cast features a lot of familiar faces, but they are spread thin and given very little to do.  Dave Bautista plays a member of Meloni’s team and Adrian Grenier (who also was in director Steven C. Miller’s much better Arsenal alongside Schaech) is the wet-behind-the-ears rookie.  While Meloni and Bautista’s halfhearted banter occasionally breathes a little life into the flick, you can only perform so much CPR before you’ve got to call it.

INCOMING (2018) * ½

Scott Adkins stars as part of a team of astronauts who torture the leaders of a terrorist group known as “The Wolfpack” aboard a space station orbiting the Earth.  Since the black site is in orbit, they’re not bound by earthly laws (“The Geneva convention doesn’t apply in space!”) and can do whatever the fuck they want to the prisoners.  A lady doctor (Michelle Lehane) comes to check on the condition of the prisoners and is appalled at their treatment.  When she sneaks in to one of the terrorist’s cell to hear the extent of the torture, he predictably overpowers her and unleashes his fellow prisoners.  He then takes over the space station with the intention of plummeting it into downtown Moscow.  Naturally, it’s up to Adkins to stop them.

Incoming is a cheap sci-fi actioner that wastes a moderately intriguing premise on a lot of dull dialogue scenes.  Despite the promising set-up, it’s a dark, dreary, and slow-moving slog.  The low budget doesn’t help either.  The minimal sets and special effects highlight the claustrophobia of the characters, but there’s more boredom here than suspense.

This is not an ideal use of Adkins’ talents by any stretch of the imagination.  The scenes of Adkins and his crew trying to survive get a pass because of his presence alone.  The stuff with the prisoners plotting their coup, on the other hand, is a chore to sit through.  None of the actors are convincing or menacing and their villainous monologues are dreadfully dull. 

It’s also painfully low on action, which is the ultimate kiss of death.  The film only occasionally remembers it’s a Scott Adkins movie when it briefly puts the tedium on pause for an intermittent knife fight or a Kung Fu skirmish.  Even these welcome surges of machismo (I did like when Adkins said, “Don’t fuck with America!” before slitting a terrorist’s throat) fall flat more often than not. 

ONE DAMNED DAY AT DAWN… DJANGO MEETS SARTANA! (1970) * ½

In the tradition of Frankenstein Meets Wolfman, Zatoichi Meets Yojimbo, and Bambi Meets Godzilla, two screen titans meet face to face for the first time.  Too bad Sartana is nowhere to be found.  I guess One Damned Day at Dawn… Django Meets Sheriff Ronson didn’t have the same ring to it.  

Ronson (Fabio Testi) is the new sheriff in town.  Unfortunately, the town in question is Black Town, a nasty hive of lawlessness presided over by the nefarious Bud Wheeler (Dean Stratford).  Django (Hunt Powers) rides in looking to settle an old score with Wheeler, and Ronson winds up getting caught in the middle.   

Django Meets Sartana starts off okay, but it hits a wall during the long dull flashback scene where Testi learns about his predecessor’s demise.  From then on, the film never quite gets back on track.  The action comes in occasional spurts, which doesn’t help.  There’s a cool arm-wrestling scene where Wheeler and Testi put lit candles on each side of the table and try to burn their opponent’s hand.  The eventual fight scene between Django and Sartana… err… Ronson is better than the action found elsewhere in the movie, although it’s still not that great.

The big problem with One Damned Day at Dawn… Django Meets Sartana! is that it takes them all damned day to meet!  Another debit is that neither hero can quite hold your attention in their separate storylines (although I would give Testi the slight edge).  Incredibly enough, they are somehow less engaging when they’re together.  

AKA:  Django Meets Sartana.  AKA:  Django and Sartana.