MY DINNER WITH HERVE (2018) ** ½

Herve Villechaize was a little person with a larger-than-life personality.  He wasn’t exactly a great actor, but he had that certain something that made him a star.  Like most stars, he succumbed to excess.  However, he left his mark on the world of pop culture portraying one of the most memorable James Bond henchmen, Nick Nack in The Man with the Golden Gun and Tattoo on Fantasy Island.  My Dinner with Herve is a frustrating, yet fitfully absorbing biopic that never quite lives up to its subject.  

Peter Dinklage is excellent as Herve.  Although he doesn’t look a whole lot like Herve (who does?), he captures his voice and mannerisms quite well.  Jamie Dornan isn’t nearly as memorable as the ex-alcoholic reporter who is hired to pen a fluff piece on Villechaize, and predictably, gets more than he bargained for.  

Villechaize is a fascinating person.  In addition to being a beloved movie star, he was also an accomplished painter.  While we catch glimpses on what the real Herve must’ve been like, the film often wallows in the cliched tabloid rags to riches to rags stuff found in most biopics.  The framework doesn’t do the movie any favors either, and every time the focus switches from Herve to the reporter’s personal woes, things stop dead in their tracks.  (It’s ham-fistedly telegraphed that the reporter is ultimately going to learn a big lesson from Herve and clean himself up before it’s too late.)  I can’t help but imagine what the flick could’ve been if it had settled on a more straightforward storytelling device.  

Luckily, whenever Dinklage is on screen (which is often), it’s a lot of fun.  I could nitpick a lot more about the storytelling choices (his role in Forbidden Zone isn’t even mentioned), but the fact remains that this is a great vehicle for Dinklage.  If you’re a fan of either he or Villechaize, it’s worth watching, even if it isn’t wholly satisfying.  I also enjoyed seeing Andy Garcia playing Villechaize’s Fantasy Island co-star, Ricardo Montalban.  It’s just a shame he’s portrayed as such a one-note character.  (The guy they got to play Roger Moore for the Man with the Golden Gun scenes is awesome though.)  David Strathairn is quite good too as Herve’s long-suffering agent.

GIRLS AT THE GYNECOLOGIST (1973) **

Girls at the Gynecologist is a rip-off of the Schoolgirl Report series.  This time instead of some reporter investigating the sexual mores of young schoolgirls, we have a gynecologist (we never see his face as all the examination scenes are done in first-person POV) who examines young schoolgirls.  Afterwards, they describe for the doctor the circumstances that brought them into his office.  The girls range in age from fourteen to twenty.  

The first girl loses her virginity on a train to a cocky stranger.  When he fails to satisfy her, she turns her attention to a sexy, older lesbian photographer.  The next young lady feels a burning sensation down in her nether region and gets checked out, only to learn that the fling she had while on vacation has left her with a case of the clap.  Another gal goes to the doctor for birth control against her prudish mother’s wishes.  The next patient is a promiscuous teenager with a clueless father who gets an STD from a burly construction worker.  Another is gang raped by a pack of bikers.  The next segment is the most humorous as a self-conscious girl with a small bustline wants bigger boobs and is reminded of huge breasts wherever she goes.  In the final tale, the doctor fights to save a woman’s life after her boyfriend forces her to have a back-alley abortion.  

Despite the lurid title (which was just a retitling to lure in more viewers), there’s nothing especially titillating here.  There are couple of graphic speculum shots during the exam scenes (which look like they were spliced in from another source to add a little spice to the otherwise bland goings on), but that’s not nearly enough to make it memorable.  It’s definitely not as much fun as the Schoolgirl Report series, and the uneven tone from segment to segment doesn’t help matters either.  

If you want to see girls at the gynecologist, then Girls at the Gynecologist will be the movie for you.  It delivers on exactly what the title promises.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  Those hoping for something more will be let down. 

AKA:  Teenage Sex Report.  AKA:  The Teeny Boppers.

THE CAPITOL CONSPIRACY (1999) ***

When Don “The Dragon” Wilson was a kid, the government stuck him in a lab and experimented on his brain.  Now a federal agent, he uses psychic powers to hunt down criminals.  The persons of interest on his latest assignment seem to have similar powers of ESP.  When they all wind up dead under mysterious circumstances, Don begins to suspect someone is trying to cover up the top-secret project… and that he might be the next victim.  

Directed by Fred Olen Ray and produced by Roger Corman, The Capitol Conspiracy delivers just about what you would expect from a Don “The Dragon” Wilson movie directed by Fred Olen Ray and produced by Roger Corman.  There are plenty of fight scenes, gratuitous nudity, and well… that’s about it.  Then again, that’s about all you need.

Since this is a Ray picture, it’s fun seeing his usual cast of cohorts popping up here and there.  Richard Gabai turns up as a Fed, Robert Quarry is a senior agent, and best of all, Wendy Schumaker (using the name Alexander Keith) is Wilson’s busty partner.  We also get Jim Wynorski favorite, Arthur Roberts as one of Wilson’s superiors, Skinamax legend Paul Michael Robinson as an assassin, and none other than Barbara freakin’ Steele as Wilson’s boss.  Say what you will about the film’s shortcomings, but I say anytime you get to see Barbara Steele barking orders at Don “The Dragon” Wilson, it can’t be all bad.  

The surprisingly sturdy script keeps finding ways for Wilson to kickbox his way out of one predicament or the other, which helps keep things moving at a steady clip.  (Drunken wrestlers sexually harassing stewardesses on a plane, surly bikers in a bar finding out he’s a cop, etc.)  I also liked the fact that Wilson’s psychic tendencies help him out of a couple of jams, like when he is able to jump over (and under) a speeding car during a big chase scene. 

Ray (who also turns up in a cameo as a gunman) brings his usual proficiency to the Skinamax-style sex and nude scenes, which further help to liven up the proceedings.  The only real debit is the constant use of black and white flashbacks to Wilson being experimented on as a kid.  They’re mostly only there to pad out the running time, but they aren’t too intrusive overall.  Too bad the ending just sort of fizzles out.

Wilson is his usual charismatic self, but it’s Wendy Schumacher who steals the movie.  She looks great and is equally impressive while toting a gun as she is participating in nude scenes.  This was her last major role and it’s a shame she didn’t stick around in the business because she was always a welcome presence in these kinds of films.

AKA:  Prophet.  AKA:  Fist of Doom.

REVENGE OF THE SHOGUN WOMEN (1982) ****

From the makers of the excellent 3-D Kung Fu flick, Dynasty comes another awesome chopsocky classic that utilizes exploitation pioneer Michael Findlay’s “Super Depth” 3-D process.  It’s chockfull of stuff flying out of the screen.  Usually, whenever I review a 3-D movie, I give a rundown of all the 3-D effects that leap out at the audience.  If I did that for Revenge of the Shogun Women, this review would be ten-thousand words long.  Just know that tons of swords, fireballs, spears, arrows, sticks, lanterns, and poles jut out of the screen at a breakneck pace.  Many of these effects occur during a scene transition, which effectively works as a jump scare.  (I jumped more than once.)  If that isn’t a recommendation, I don’t know what is.  

Like Dynasty, Revenge of the Shogun Women is a rather typical Kung Fu movie that is enhanced by the omnipotent 3-D effects.  This one has an added dose of the rape n’ revenge genre, which gives it a little bit more of a nastier edge than Dynasty.  There’s also a terrific synthesizer score that sounds like something John Carpenter would’ve cooked up, which helps heighten the tension.

Bandits roam from village to village, ransacking homes, killing men, and raping women.  The rape victims are then sent to convents where their heads are shaved, and they are taught Kung Fu.  When the bandits interrupt a doctor and his bride’s nuptials, they turn to the Shogun Women for help.  The bald Buddhist babes eventually agree to help battle the bandits. 

The effects are gratuitous.  If you’re one of those people who like 3-D movies to admire the depth and scope of the frame, then this isn’t the flick for you.  If you’re like me and want to see a 3-D film that takes full advantage of the medium and constantly bombard the audience with stuff popping out at the screen, then this is the movie you’ve been waiting for.  This is the kind of 3-D film where a character says they’re going to a carnival, and it doesn’t advance the plot at all.  It just gives the filmmakers an excuse to film sword swallowers, knife throwers, and flame eaters hurling more crap at the audience’s eyeballs.  There’s also a great moment when the main Shogun Woman reveals her identity to the villain, triggering a rapid-fire array of flashbacks that play like a greatest hits compilation of all the 3-D effects that previously occurred in the film.  That is to say, it’s awesome.

AKA:  13 Golden Nuns.  AKA:  Revenge.  AKA:  13 Nuns.

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.