Tuesday, January 17, 2023
TUBI CONTINUED… THE DOLL HOUSE (2004) ** ½
TUBI CONTINUED… THE NECRO FILES (1997) ****
Detectives Manners (Steve Sheppard) and Sloane (Gary Browning) kill a serial killer named Logan (Isaac Cooper) who murdered and raped over “two hundred women”. Nine months later, some Satanists sacrifice Logan’s illegitimate baby over his grave and bring him back to life. You may think a scene where a baby is sacrificed is in poor taste, and it would be if director Matt Jaissle didn’t use such an obvious baby doll. By not hiding the fact they are using a dime store doll, this scene achieves a kind of weird, blissful, surreal aura.
But you haven’t seen anything yet. To complete the incantation, one of the Satanists has to pee on Logan’s grave. That successfully brings him back to life, and the first thing he does once he is resurrected is rip the guy’s dick off and stab someone with it. Now, we’ve seen a lot of movies where a guy gets stabbed IN the dick. I think The Necro Files is the first movie in history where someone gets stabbed WITH a dick.
Anyway, two of the Satanists survive the attack. They feel bad about bringing Logan back to life, especially now that he is a zombie, he eats his victims after raping and killing them. They attempt to reverse the spell, and in doing so they… ah shit, man. I won’t spoil it for you. That scene made me laugh harder than anything in recent memory. The scene where the zombie rapist finds true love is pretty damned funny too.
I will say that the final confrontation between the cops and the zombie isn’t quite as good as the stuff that preceded it. That’s okay. When the first hour of your Shot-on-Video horror movie is this riotously gross and hilarious, I can forgive a finale that’s only “pretty decent”.
The Necro Files has many legitimately great moments blended together with scenes of Ed Woodian levels of WTF weirdness. Even with its low budget and Shot-on-Video aesthetic, it manages to impress with some inventive camerawork and editing, while simultaneously reveling in its bad taste, no-budget grunginess. It’s a special movie and one of the best SOV horror flicks ever made.
It also contains some of the best bad acting I’ve ever seen. Especially by Browning, who is the standout among the cast. His hateful monologues, slurred delivery, and awkward phrasing is a bad movie fan’s dream come true. I had a big stupid grin on my face every time he was on screen. Also, be on the lookout for porn star Dru Barrymore (the only “star” in the film) as a victim in a tent.
JANUA-RAY: THE STRANGE SEX LIFE OF HITLER’S NAZIS (1971) * ½
The Strange Sex Life of Hitler’s Nazis is Ray Dennis Steckler’s limp sequel to his sporadically amusing Nazi Brothel. It begins with a bunch of recycled footage from that film, then the “plot” begins. Hitler shows up at the brothel demanding the capture of American secret agent, Jane Bond (Carolyn Brandt), who is now dubbed, “The Nazi Buster”. Meanwhile, orgies and various sex acts occur at the brothel. Eventually, Jane’s sidekick is captured, and she has to bust some Nazis to save her trusted compatriot.
The streak of sly, sardonic, subversive humor that was so prevalent in Nazi Brothel is sorely missing this time out. There’s less of a “sticking it to the Nazis” vibe here (although Hitler is portrayed as a whiny nincompoop) as it’s more of a straight-up skin flick. The problem with that is, yet again, the sex scenes aren’t sexy in the least.
The orgy scenes are the biggest problem. Steckler seems to just let the camera hang back while all the action goes on. Because of that, it’s hard to tell who’s doing what to whom, especially since all the participants have the same sallow skin tone. The sex scenes featuring three or four partners are only slightly better, but they’re nothing close to approximating “erotic”. There are one or two odd moments (like a hooker powdering a Nazi’s butt), although not enough to make it as much fun as the first one.
While the film is kind of a letdown next to Nazi Brothel, there are plenty of Ray Dennis Steckler’s signatures to be seen. As with that flick, the title sequence is written on a chalkboard, and the actors have trouble maintaining their erections. The Batman influence is once again present as this time Jane Bond has a younger crimefighting sidekick a la Rat Pfink a Boo Boo. The movie also ends with a woman with bad teeth biting a guy’s dick, which makes it similar to The Mad Love Life of a Hot Vampire. And as with many of Steckler’s productions, it climaxes with an elongated chase scene. As far as Steckler’s Stock Players go, this has virtually the same cast from Nazi Brothel, most notably Carolyn Brandt (who sadly, doesn’t show up until the last four minutes).
AKA: Love Life of Hitler’s Nazis.
TUBI CONTINUED… GIRL IN CAPTIVITY 2 (2009) **
Friday, January 13, 2023
DOCTOR DEATH: SEEKER OF SOULS (1973) ***
Fred (Barry Coe) is a grieving husband incapable of getting over the death of his wife. Despondent, he turns to psychics and devil worshippers seeking to contact his beloved from beyond the grave. Naturally, they all turn out to be charlatans and phonies. He finally decides to give “Doctor Death” (John Considine) a try, and after witnessing the Doctor’s demented stage show, in which he transfers the soul of a deformed woman into the body of a hot babe, he knows he’s found his man. However, Fred’s wife’s soul turns out to be too powerful for the good (bad) Doctor to control, so he sets out on a bloody rampage to find a soul capable of making the transference a success.
Doctor Death: Seeker of Souls is an offbeat, fun little flick. Just when you think you know where it’s going, it zigs when you expect it to zag. The Doctor’s magic show scenes are a lot of fun (this would make a great double feature with The Wizard of Gore) and the opening scenes of our hero obsessing over his wife’s corpse is reminiscent of Love Me Deadly. The mid-movie flashback showing all the Doctor’s previous incarnations is also quite entertaining.
The cast is great too. Considine is a hoot as the smarmy Doctor Death, and he really chews the scenery during his stage shows. The Queen of Blood herself, Florence Marly is also quite memorable as the doctor’s assistant/jealous lover. The best performance though comes from the Three Stooges’ Moe Howard (!!!) as an audience member at the Doctor’s magic show who is brought on stage to verify the corpse is actually dead. It’s definitely one of the strangest guest appearances in a movie, and it helps cement Doctor Death: Seeker of Souls as a minor classic of WTF cinema.
It's a shame this was director Eddie Saeta’s only film. He shows a lot of flair, delivers a couple clever suspense scenes, and gives us at least one effective jump scare. Add all that to the very snazzy ‘70s Made for TV sounding score and the crisp cinematography, and you have yourself ninety minutes of pure fun.