LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS (1960) ****

FORMAT:  DVD (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:

(As posted on November 4th, 2009)

The Little Shop of Horrors is one of director Roger Corman’s finest hours.  After directing dozens of unintentionally hilarious movies like Attack of the Crab Monsters, this was his first intentionally funny horror film.  It also happens to be a searing indictment of the small-time businessman and the lengths he will go to in order to be successful.

 

Seymour Krelboin (Jonathan Haze) works for his overbearing boss Mushnik (Mel Welles) at his Skid Row flower shop where he pines for the pretty (but dumb as a bag of hammers) Audrey (Jackie Joseph).  Seymour creates a mutant Venus Fly Trap, which he names Audrey Jr. that drinks human blood to live.  The more Audrey Jr. grows, the busier the shop becomes, which makes Mushnik very happy.  As Audrey Jr. gets bigger, so does her appetite, and eventually Seymour takes to killing hobos and hookers in order to feed her.

 

The Little Shop of Horrors is famous for a lot of reasons.  First, it was shot in two days, which is pretty amazing.  Secondly, it kinda gained a second life after the 1986 musical remake.  Thirdly, it’s a public domain movie, so everybody’s probably seen it.  And perhaps the best reason is because it features Jack Nicholson in one of his greatest roles.  His performance as Wilbur Force, the masochistic dental patient has to be seen to be believed.  With his hair parted down the middle, he reads Pain Magazine and says shit like, “No Novocain!  It dulls the senses!”  He’s almost as nuts here as he was in The Shining.

 

This flick is chockfull of bizarre little bits and entertaining black humor.  The Dragnet style cops are hilarious and some of their banter will leave you in stitches.  The scenes of Seymour feeding Audrey Jr. disembodied hands and feet while the plant screams “FEEEEED MEEEEE!” are also pretty great.  And not only does the movie features a man-eating plant, but also a plant-eating man played by the always awesome Dick Miller.  (“I’ve got to get home; my wife’s making gardenias for dinner!”)  The Little Shop of Horrors is rife with weird touches like this that makes it so much fun.

 

Incredibly, Corman also managed to churn out Ski Troop Attack, Fall of the House of Usher, and Last Woman on Earth the same year.

 

Audrey Sr. gets the best line of the movie when she says, “I’m so hungry; I could eat a hearse!”

 

The Little Shop of Horrors is Number 3 on The Video Vacuum Top Ten Films of the Year for 1960 which places it just below The Magnificent Seven and right above Peeping Tom.

EVIL LAUGH (1986) ** ½

A group of friends retreat to an old house in the woods to fix the place up.  It seems it used to be an old foster home that closed under suspicious circumstances.  Unbeknownst to the houseguests, a killer with a maniacal laugh is lurking about the premises and is just waiting to butcher them in a variety of ways. 

Director Dominick Brascia knows his way around the slasher genre after being killed off in Friday the 13th Part V.  (Which cameos on a cover of Fangoria.)  Most of the fun comes from seeing Brascia sending up slasher movie conventions, long before Scream made it hip.  There’s also a funny montage of the cast cleaning the house as they dance and dust in unison to a cheesy ‘80s song.  There are also plenty of odd moments along the way, like when a friend hides inside a bed to scare two lovers, a weird dinner scene, and the part where a creepy real estate agent headbangs to “The William Tell Overture”.  

Some of the editing is a little wonky though, most notably when the cop shows up looking for a missing person.   Bits like this suggests there must’ve some half-assed reshoots.  Even these patchy moments kinda add to the scrappy charm.  Unfortunately, the hackneyed editing takes some of the pop out of the kills.  (Although I assume it was done to maintain an R rating.)  There's more blood than gore here, but some of the death scenes are kind of weak.  However, there is one head in the microwave gag that predates the Last House on the Left remake by twenty-three years, so that’s something at least. 

Future porn star Ashlyn Gere is the Final Girl in this one.  You’d never guess she’d go on to a career in porn from seeing here in this though as she wears a series of unflattering and frumpy outfits.  (She also used an obvious double for her eleventh-hour shower scene.)  Oh, and that’s Scott’s brother, Steven Baio in the lead.  (He also co-wrote and produced.) 

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: GHOSTS ON THE LOOSE (1943) ***

FORMAT:  DVD (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:

(As posted on January 27th, 2010)

Muggs (Leo Gorcey), Glimpy (Huntz Hall), and rest of the East Side Kids try to spruce up an old house as a wedding gift to Glimpy’s sister (played by a before-she-was famous Ava Gardner).  The Kids accidentally go into the wrong house and are shocked to learn that it’s supposedly haunted.  Of course, we’ve seen enough Fake Ghosts in a Haunted House Movies to know otherwise.  As it turns out, a couple of no good spies (led by Bela Lugosi) are using the house as a hideout and churn out Nazi propaganda on a printing press in the basement.  The Kids try to put a stop to them and the usual hijinks and shenanigans ensue.

 

The first act of Ghosts on the Loose is heavily padded with lots of wedding preparation scenes.  There still is some good stuff sprinkled in there to keep you watching until the Kids get to the house though.  From then on, we get a stream of mostly funny (and sometimes stupid) one-liners and malapropisms to make any East Side Kids/Bowery Boys/Dead End Kids fan happy.

 

Ghosts on the Loose will never be mistaken for a comedy classic but director William “One-Shot” Beaudine keeps the gags coming at a steady clip.  Gorcey and Hall once again make for a good team and many of the lower tier Kids get a fair amount of screen time too.  I particularly liked the final gag in the movie when Hall comes down with a case of “German Measles”, which are essentially just little swastikas painted all over his face.

 

Naturally, if you’re an Old School Horror fan like me, you’re probably watching this flick just to see Bela Lugosi.  Even though he isn’t given a whole lot to do, Lugosi still is able to make the most of his screen time.  He also manages to be kinda funny too during the scene where he poses inside of a frame and pretends to be a painting.

 

Best exchange:  

Muggs:  What color are your eyes?

 

Dave:  Blue.

 

Muggs:  Well, if you don’t want them to be black, keep ‘em open!

 

Ghosts on the Loose is on The Video Vacuum Top Ten Films of the Year 1943 at the Number 5 spot; which places it below Hit the Ice and above Batman:  The 1943 Serial.

 

AKA:  Ghosts in the Night.  AKA:  The East Side Kids Meet Bela Lugosi.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: DEATHROW GAMESHOW (1987) ***

FORMAT:  DVD (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:

(As posted on March 31st, 2011)

Director Mark (A Polish Vampire in Burbank) Pirro’s demented horror comedy is kind of like a Troma version of The Running Man (which was also released the same year) centered around Richard Dawson instead of Arnold Schwarzenegger.  Chuck Toedan is the host of the hit game show Live or Die in which death row convicts have a chance to go free by competing in outlandish games.  Mostly though, they just wind up dying on the air.  During one show, Toedan unknowingly kills a Mafia don on live TV and the Mob comes after him.  When “the best hitman in the world” tries to kill Toedan, he has no choice but to make him a contestant on the show.

 

The first 20 minutes of this movie is priceless.  If the flick had kept up the same comic energy for the next hour or so, it would’ve been a classic.  The game show scenes and television commercials are great, but the movie gets extremely bogged down during the hitman subplot.  Basically, whenever the flick switches away from the game show studio, feel free to get up, grab a beer, make a sandwich or whatever because you won’t be missing much.

 

Despite the patchy nature of the film, there are a couple of really funny scenes.  I think my favorite moment was when they tie an electrode to a dude’s dick and have a hot gal (Debra Lamb) do a striptease in front of him.  If he gets a boner, he’ll be electrocuted.  After the dance, he survives but when the host places a hand on his bare shoulder, he gets a boner and is fried. 

 

Hey, did you hear that?  Do you know what that sound is?  It’s the sound of you adding this movie to your Netflix Queue.

 

Sure, it’s not great or anything but Deathrow Gameshow is funny enough, short enough (under 80 minutes), and ‘80s enough (the hairstyles alone are worthwhile) to give this a look-see.

 

AKA:  Death Game.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE CREEPING TERROR (1964) ***

FORMAT:  DVD (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:

(As posted on March 2nd, 2013)

A rocketship crash lands in a small California town. A slow-moving monster emerges from the craft and creeps around town eating various citizens who are unfortunate enough to be lying on the ground and/or severely motion-impaired and/or dumb enough to stand still and allow the monster to devour them. A scientist and a newlywed cop team up to take the monster down.

The Creeping Terror has all the ingredients for a great B movie. It has awful acting, an intrusive narrator that’s constantly talking over the action, and one of the worst monsters of all time. This thing looks like a giant walking carpet. You won’t believe it.

The scenes of people dragging themselves into the creature’s mouth are unforgettable. The long lingering shots of women’s legs slowly being devoured are hilarious. There are tons of these shots in the movie, yet somehow, they never get old (at least to me).

The narrator’s intrusive ramblings are another story. The long scenes of the narrator talking over the silent footage of the actors gets a little unbearable after a while. And oddly enough, there are some scenes that are in desperate need of narration, but the narrator is nowhere to be found!

Despite the overall creaky nature of the film, The Creeping Terror has plenty of WTF moments to keep you entertained. There’s a long scene of a mother taking her child’s temperature with a rectal thermometer. Then there’s the fat fisherman who falls into a creek and slowly awaits his eminent death. But by far my favorite scene is the hilarious dance party. It features some of the whitest white people doing some of the whitest white people dancing the screen has ever seen. Plus, the terrifically terrible music playing in the background will get stuck in your head for days.

AKA: Dangerous Charter. AKA: The Crawling Monster.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: CREATURE FROM THE HAUNTED SEA (1961) **

FORMAT:  DVD (REWATCH)

ORIGINAL REVIEW:  

(As posted on July 17th, 2007)

Director Roger Corman directed this back-to-back-to-back with The Battle of Blood Island and Last Woman on Earth. It has a lot in common with his classic Little Shop of Horrors:  It was filmed in a few days, it was written by Charles B. Griffith, and it has cartoony opening credits. It’s nowhere near as good as Shop, but it has its moments.

A bumbling spy stows away on a gangster’s boat who kills off his passengers and tries to blame it on the local legendary sea monster. Unfortunately for him, there really IS a monster on the loose! One of the crew members makes (obviously dubbed in) and the other, “Edward Wain” is actually future Oscar-winning screenwriter Robert (Chinatown) Towne. The tone is really out of whack and wildly uneven but Corman completists will wanna check it out.

Best line: “It was dusk. I could tell because the sun was going down.”

Watch fast for Corman using a telephone.

LET’S GET PHYSICAL: THE BOURNE LEGACY (2012) * ½

FORMAT:  DVD

Remember those signs on the highway that used to read, “Was This Trip Really Necessary?”  Well, they need a sign for The Bourne Legacy that reads, “Was This Movie Really Necessary?”  It is essentially a Bourne movie… without Jason Bourne.  I mean Bourne movies aren’t much WITH Jason Bourne to begin with, and this flick proves they are even less so without him. 

It seems secret agent Jason Bourne ruffled some of the government’s feathers, so the CIA is out to exterminate any and all people associated with his old outfit.  That includes a secret agent trainee named Aaron (Jeremy Renner).  Naturally, he narrowly survives his assassination attempt, and he goes after the suits that green lit his termination. 

Actually, the plot is about Universal Studios wanting to milk every last cent from the franchise with or without Matt Damon. 

You know what this movie really reminded me of?  The Dukes of Hazzard.  Remember when Bo and Luke wanted more money, and they brought in Coy and Vance to replace them?  Yeah, that’s basically what this is.  The Bourne Identity:  The Coy and Vance Years. 

Director Tony (Andor) Gilroy (who wrote the previous entries in the series) apes Paul Greengrass’s shaky-cam style, but luckily doesn’t go overboard with it.  The action highlights are unfortunately few and far between though. Although the motorcycle chase in the end is decent, it really feels like the sort of action scene you’d see in the middle of an action flick and not at the climax.  (I did like the part where Renner jumps on a guy and squashes him Super Mario Bros. style.)  Still, Gilroy doesn’t bring anything new to the table.  Heck, since he doesn’t have Matt Damon, he actually brings LESS to the table. 

You know if this was an original standalone movie it might’ve been OK.  Not good mind you, but it would’ve at least been watchable.  However, Jason Bourne casts a long shadow (the character anyway) over the movie that it practically keeps reminding you that you’re watching the Dr. Perky version every step of the way.  

Renner isn’t bad in the lead, but he isn’t given much to work with.  Rachel Weiz is given an utterly thankless role and Edward Norton just sits in an office and gets shitty with coworkers.  At least the supporting cast is full of such heavy hitters like Stacy Keach, Scott Glenn, and Oscar Isaac.  The fact that they show up in small roles makes sure this isn’t a complete waste of time. 

Ultimately, this Bourne never finds its own identity.