THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER (2022) ***

While the God of Thunder, Thor (Chris Hemsworth) is having out-of-this-world adventures with the Guardians of the Galaxy, back on Earth, his former flame, Jane (Natalie Portman) is fighting Stage 4 cancer.  With her prospects looking grim, she resorts to stealing Thor’s hammer, which not only keeps the cancer at bay, but turns her into a hammer-wielding goddess superheroine.  Meanwhile, Gorr, the God Butcher (Christian Bale) is going around the galaxy slaying gods left and right and seeks to make Thor his next victim.  

Returning Thor:  Ragnarok director Taika Waititi once again infuses the Thor brand with his style of irreverent humor.  While Love and Thunder doesn’t soar quite as high as the last entry, it’s a thoroughly entertaining outing, and is certainly more fun than the God of Thunder’s first two adventures.  Some of the running gags work better (the love triangle between Jane, Thor, and his old hammer) than others (the screaming goats).  I especially liked the goofy scenes of Thor fighting alongside the Guardians of the Galaxy in the early going.  (Would that make them the Asguardians of the Galaxy?)  This section of the film feels like a filmed version of a Marvel Team-Up comic.  

It feels a little choppy in places, mostly because the film keeps shifting gears from genre to genre.  (We get everything from space adventure to black and white horror movie to Terms of Endearment-style dramady.)  Although it lacks the confidence and freshness of Ragnarok, it hits some surprising emotional beats along the way, which really can’t be said about many of the MCU movies.  I wish the tone had been a little bit more consistent, but overall, it works more often than not.  

Returning stars Hemsworth and Portman once again display a lot of chemistry.  Hemsworth is particularly winning whenever he leans into the goofier aspects of the character.  (I loved the Jean-Claude Van Damme homage during the opening battle.)  The new cast members are inspired.  Bale gives it all he’s got as the tortured, brooding villain, and is given a better arc in one film than most Marvel heroes get in one “Phase”.  It was also fun seeing Russell Crowe turning up as Zeus and playing him as an obnoxious Greek stereotype.  (I almost expected him to say “Cheeseburger… cheeseburger… cheeseburger…” at one point.)

Marvel Cinematic Universe Scorecard: 

Spider-Man:  No Way Home:  ****

Avengers:  Age of Ultron:  ****

The Incredible Hulk:  ****

Iron Man:  ****

Thor:  Ragnarok:  ****

Avengers:  Endgame:  ****

Ant-Man and the Wasp:  ****

Spider-Man:  Homecoming:  ****

Iron Man 3:  ****

Captain America:  Civil War:  *** ½

Ant-Man:  *** ½

Guardians of the Galaxy:  *** ½

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2:  *** ½ 

Avengers:  Infinity War:  *** ½

Black Panther:  *** ½ 

The Avengers:  ***

Captain America:  The First Avenger:  ***

Captain America:  The Winter Soldier:  ***

Thor:  Love and Thunder:  ***

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness:  ***

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings:  ***

Captain Marvel:  ***

Spider-Man:  Far from Home:  ***

Thor:  ***

Thor:  The Dark World:  ***

Iron Man 2:  ***

Doctor Strange:  ** ½ 

Black Widow:  ** ½  

Eternals:  * ½ 

BAD GIRLS IN THE MOVIES (1986) ** ½

Bad Girls in the Movies is a compilation flick clocking in at just under an hour that showcases clips, scenes, and trailers for exploitation movies featuring bad girls, tough dames, racy women, and hot harlots.  

The framing device revolves around a bad girl named Tina (Ella Fial) being thrown in jail.  She gets sent to see the prison shrink (Ann Sherwood) who demands to know what being a bad girl is all about.  Tina gives her a lot of lip before eventually making with the clips.  Segments are devoted to movies about prostitutes, bad things happening to “good” girls, worthless men, and women who can fight and shoot.

The wraparound scenes with the babe behind bars are pretty unnecessary and feel like padding more than anything else.  Because of the prison motif used in the framing device, I thought they’d at least show some clips from juvenile delinquent or at the very least, Women in Prison movies, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.  If they cut back on all that jazz and stuck to playing B-movie clips, it might’ve been a real winner because there is some great stuff here.  

Fans of Al Adamson and Doris Wishman will be happy as many snippets of their films are featured.  My favorite moments include highlights from the trailer for Wishman’s Another Day, Another Man and the great “Want to see some boobies?” scene from Adamson’s Angels’ Wild Women.  Most of the scenes are taken from films from the ‘70s, but I liked that it also showed a lot of newsreel footage and scenes from “Scare” films of the ‘30s.  

For whatever reason, the scenes from Wishman’s movies are taken from the trailers.  Personally, I would’ve liked to have seen them in their entirety.  (The only one that’s shown in its complete form is, appropriately enough, Bad Girls Go to Hell.)  Fortunately, the best parts from the trailers are often used.  

Writer/director Domonic Paris made another compilation (that also had way too many wraparound scenes), Film House Fever, the same year.  

JURASSIC WORLD: DOMINION (2022) ** ½

Well, it finally happened.  They made a Jurassic Park movie where the dinosaurs are more interesting than the human characters.  That’s perfectly acceptable though.  I mean, if you’re going to watch a dinosaur flick just to see dinosaurs stomping and chomping, you might as well care about them as characters.  

The script is a little rickety though.  It seemed like they wanted to bring back all the old characters from the Jurassic Park saga, but the filmmakers still felt obligated to continue the storyline from the last movie, Jurassic World:  Whatever the Hell They Called That One, so they just sort of split the difference.  That flick at least ended on a tantalizing note:  Dinosaurs cohabitating with humans.  This one kind of wraps up that storyline with a lame internet news video about the aftermath of the last one before doing its own thing.  Since “its own thing” features scenes of cowboys lassoing dinosaurs (which has major Valley of Gwangi vibes), raptors teaching their babies to hunt, and an underground dinosaur fight club, I can’t be overly critical about it.  

The scenes between Chris Pratt and Bryce Dallas Howard are rather meh.  Pratt in particular just seems to be going through the motions, as he displays little of the spark and charm that he brought to the previous movies.  It’s hard to entirely blame him though since the screenplay gave him next to nothing to do.  

The stuff with the O.G. J.P. crew work slightly better.  The “getting the band back together” scenes between Sam Neill, Laura Dern, and Jeff Goldblum are kind of fun, but it often seems like it came out of a completely different movie.  It’s almost as if they duct-taped two scripts together in an effort to appease the old school Jurassic Park fans and the newfangled Jurassic World fans.  That wouldn’t have been so bad if the film didn’t wait until the last twenty minutes to bring the new and old characters together.  Even then, it might’ve been forgivable had the script given the two crews any memorable interactions.  Like most of these legacy sequels, it just kind of reeks of missed opportunities.  

Human drama was never the series’ strong suit, so it’s sort of easy to write off a lot of the screenplay’s shortcomings.  Individual action sequences work as fun, mindless popcorn fodder, and the film is more entertaining than not.  Scenes of characters evading dinosaurs on a cracking frozen lake and parachuting into a swarm of flying dinosaurs pack a punch.  Ultimately, these moments feel more like levels in a video game than a movie.  It’s never dull; I’ll give it that.  It just feels a bit half-baked and forgettable.

EXPENSIVE TASTES (1978) *** ½

Maria Lease (using the pseudonym Jennifer Ray) directed this notorious roughie that still has the power to shock more than forty years after its original release.  It’s startlingly effective, not only because of its grungy grindhouse aesthetic, but because it’s a damned good movie too.

Joey Silvera and his girlfriend (Chrissy Peterson) are enjoying a nice evening in when a gang of masked home invaders tie him up and rape her.  As it turns out, this is just the sick way Joey and his buddies get their kicks.  A detective then hires a sexy call girl (Phaery Burd) to trap Joey and his rapist buddies.  

Although the opening gang scene is grueling, nasty, and long (almost twenty minutes), it does have a cinematic quality to it that makes it effective.  Lease does an equally impressive job during the scene where Silvera and his lover (Elaine Wells) get it on while a dirty movie is projected onto their bodies.  As this scene suggests, Expensive Tastes is in turns arty and exploitative, and sometimes works on both levels simultaneously.  It also earns points for focusing on the main character’s trauma.  Because of that, the film is not a mere catalyst for titillation, but also a psychological examination of emotional turmoil.  

Even the so-called “normal” sex scenes have a sleazy edge to them.  I’m thinking specifically of the scene where a hooker licks a guy’s hairy asshole.  Lease also made the Little Girls Blue movies (under her more well-known name, Joanna Williams), and they couldn’t be any more different.  Much of the film is definitely depraved and bawdy, but since it is taken from the female gaze, it has a touch of pathos and sympathy for the characters that are rarely found in the roughie genre.  

It's not quite perfect though.  The ending is awfully pat, and the plot is wrapped up way too quickly.  Still, if you’re looking for a Golden Age porn flick that has something more to offer than just cheap smutty thrills, then Expensive Tastes will fit the bill nicely.

AKA:  Expensive Taste.

SHANTY TRAMP (1967) ***

K. Gordon Murray, the American distributor best known for importing Mexican horror flicks stateside (not to mention the WTF children’s classic, Santa Claus) produced this sleazy southern fried sexploitation shocker.  If you love your smut with overexaggerated southern accents, beat-up film stock, ADHD camerawork, AND pointed anti-racist social commentary, then Shanty Tramp is for you!  Still not convinced?  Then the kick-ass theme song (which will live rent-free for days after you see it) will definitely change your mind.  

Eleanor Vaill stars as Emily, the titular tramp with a reputation.  She even openly flirts with the holy rolling preacher (Bill Rogers) after his sermon.  When her biker client gets too rough with her, a young black man (Lewis Galen) steps in and saves her.  Naturally, Emily thanks him the only way she knows how… with her body.  Predictably, her drunkard father (Otto Schlessinger) finds them in the throes of passion, and to save what little reputation she has, Emily claims she was raped.  Soon, the whole town is in an uproar.  

Shanty Tramp is sleazy, skeevy, and stupid, but the fact that it managed to tell its message so brazenly within the confines of a sexploitation movie makes it kind of special.  I mean, no one will mistake it for In the Heat of the Night or anything.  You just have to admire the way it wears its social consciousness on its sleeve.  While much of the technical merits are dubious at best, the editing is often dynamic and effective.  

Vaill is a hoot and a holler while delivering her sassy monologues.  She chews the scenery admirably and has several nude scenes too.  The real reason to see Shany Tramp though is for the theme song.  It is, as the kids say nowadays, a banger.  Too bad they play an annoying rendition of “When the Saints Come Marching In” three times as much.  

Future Porky’s director Bob Clark was the assistant director, and Vaill and Rogers also starred in Herschell Gordon Lewis’ A Taste of Blood the same year.

YOKAI MONSTERS: 100 MONSTERS (1968) ***

The residents of a small Japanese town use a shrine to tell ghost stories.  To keep the evil spirits at bay, they perform a cleansing ritual after the evening’s tales have come to their conclusion.  Trouble brews when a crooked magistrate comes to town with the intention of turning the sacred shrine into a brothel.  He also sets his sights on tearing down a nearby tenement, which further distresses the community.  Naturally, when the corrupt officials prevent the cleansing ritual from being performed, it awakens a horde of monsters.   

Yokai Monsters:  100 Monsters is an odd, goofy, but most importantly, fun amalgam of samurai drama, Japanese folklore, and monster movie.  While it’s a mostly enjoyable romp, the pacing has a weird rhythm to it.  Some of the ghost stories are shown in full, which kind of feels more like an excuse to pad out the running time than anything else.  These moments, taken on their own accord, are really entertaining, even if they are more of a goofy detour than anything else.  

The monsters are kind of silly too, which only makes them more endearing, although there are noticeably a lot less of them than advertised.  (I’d say the final number is closer to two dozen than a hundred.)  There’s a fuzzy monster that resembles a one-eyed Muppet, a woman whose snake-like head pops up and down like a Jack-in-the-box, an army of faceless men, and a giant witch.  My favorite was the cute umbrella monster who comes to life via chintzy animation and hops around on one foot.  The scenes where it befriends a boy with special needs are particularly a lot of fun.  (You have to wonder if Spielberg saw this before he made E.T.)

Frankly, the samurai stuff is the weakest aspect.  The hero is kind of a lightweight, and the sword fights are few and far between.  I also wish the ratio of monster mashing had been higher.  That said, when the flick is firing on all cylinders, it’s a real treat.

AKA:  The Hundred Ghost Stories.  AKA:  The Hundred Monsters.  

SAMARITAN (2022) ** ½

Years ago, the superhero Samaritan fought his nemesis… uh… Nemesis in a battle to the death.  Now, a young boy named Sam (Javon “Wanna” Walton) becomes convinced that his next-door neighbor (Sylvester Stallone) is the mythic crimefighter.  Meanwhile, a crime lord (Pilou Asbaek) gets his hands on Nemesis’ hammer, the only thing that can kill Samaritan, and begins amassing fanatic followers to take over the city. 

It's bad enough we have all these comic book movies based on actual comic books.  It’s even worse when Hollywood starts making up their own superheroes (which means they don’t have to pay any royalties).  Even though I pretty much knew what to expect from this (especially since it went straight to Prime), I still tried to remain hopeful because of the participation of Sylvester Stallone.  

Fortunately, Samaritan was just a little bit better than I anticipated.  That’s mostly due to Stallone’s performance, which is easily the best thing about the movie.  His character may be cliched as all get out (Old Man With a Secret Who Just Wants to Be LEFT ALONE), but he finds ways to bring a hint of humanity to the film.  

Things get off to a janky start.  The superhero origin, done in a cartoonish style, is really cheesy, and the mythology behind the characters is pretty thin.  (They are brothers who don’t like each other.)  Luckily, the film gets better as it goes along, even though it takes a while to find its footing.  The scenes where Sly teaches the kid to fight have a Rocky Lite vibe to them, and the big twist is moderately effective.  

The biggest problem with Samaritan is that it’s just too low key for its own good.  That’s probably due to budgetary constraints more than any attempt to ground the characters in “the real world”.  Once the film (and the main character) finally embraces what it really is, it actually becomes a lot of fun.  The action in the finale is surprisingly strong, and some of the violence pushes the realms of its PG-13 rating.  (It also makes terrific use of its One-F-Bomb-Per-PG-13-Rating.)  If it had less moping and more rope-a-doping, it might’ve been a contender.  

AKA:  Nemesis.