* Perhaps
due in part to Ms. Bell's status of being one of the first Afro-American women
to get nekkid in Playboy, while Ms.
Joi only did cheesecake for race-specific publications like Players,
"the Black Playboy". (Although, according to Ms. Joi, "I did do
some [nude] pictures, but they were never published. I'm sure they're floating
around somewhere."**) The
original photo of the above image — found
at Pulp International — is
actually a cover photo from Players.
Players deemed Marilyn "America's Favorite Black Poster Girl" in
1980 and, two years later, voted her one of "America's Ten Sexiest Black
Women" — and she was.
** Quote
taken from an informative interview published in Shock Cinema #16 in
2000, which can be found at the Internet Archives. We make
extensive use of that interview in the following blog entry. For those of you
who don't know Shock
Cinema, it is one of the best magazines around, particularly for people
who read sites like this one. Check it out, buy an issue — you'll love it!
A
beautiful and bubbly Marilyn Joi interviewed:
"Marilyn Joi" was born 22
May 1945 in New Orleans, Orleans Parish, Louisiana, USA. Her full real name is
not general knowledge, though her real first name seems to be "Mary";
on-screen, she was at times also credited as Tracy King, Tracy Ann King, T.A.
King and even Anita King. She is alive and well and (unlike us) on twitter. A true Babe of Yesteryear, her film career was
much too short and she is unjustly unknown — which is why we here at a wasted
life have decided to take one of our typically meandering and
unfocused looks at her filmography. (If it's more meandering and unfocused than
usual, well, in this day and age of corona lockdown we have more time on our
hands…)
As always, we make no guarantee that
anything we write is 100% correct (feel free to tell us where we're wrong —
preferably in a non-trolly tone of voice). And if we missed a film, let us
know…
Go
here for
Marilyn Joi, Part One: 1972-73
Marilyn Joi, Part Two: 1974
Marilyn Joi, Part Three: 1975-76
The Happy
Hooker Goes to Washington
(1977, dir. William A. Levey)
"She served her country... the only way she
knew how!"
Just kidding! Trump may be a
political whore, but he was still just paying for hookers when the real titular
hooker of this film, Xaviera Hollander, pictured bellow, gained international
fame as the Happy Hooker. (For a review of her first book, The Happy Hooker, go here
at our currently dead blogspot Mostly Crappy Books.) Incongruent to the poster tagline, Xaviera's [home] country is the Netherlands, where there is no town named "Washington".
Xaviera's first book was filmed
in 1975 (scene),
starring Lynn Redgrave, and since it was a financial success a sequel was
greenlighted. Redgrave bailed on the decidedly more low-rent sequel, The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington,
which was based on no previously published Xaviera book (but got a novelization
written by Anne Fletcher), and was replaced by Joey Heatherton, whose career
was (and stayed thereafter) on the skids. The sequel was followed roughly three
years later by The Happy Hooker Goes to
Hollywood (1980), which we took a look at in Part V of our R.I.P. Career Review of Dick Miller.
Joey Heatherton's 1972 semi-hit single,
Gone:
Director William A. Levey will
forever have a place in film history for his first directorial project, the
anti-classic that is Blackenstein
(1973 / trailer below), and also be at least fondly remembered as the
scriptwriter and director of the Harry
Novak-produced grindhouse comedy (with an uncredited Haji), Wham Bam Thank You Spaceman (1975) —
oh, yeah, an additional claim to fame: Deborah Winger's first feature film
appearance is in his dull comedy, Slumber
Party '57 (1976 / scene).
Scriptwriter Robert Kaufman (22 Mar 1931 – 21 Nov 1991) wrote better movies
than this one, like Dr. Goldfoot and the
Bikini Machine (1965 / trailer)
and Ski Party (1965, see Dick Miller
Part II). He was a specialist of
sophomoric humor, most of which dates badly.
Trailer to
Blackenstein:
As the Spinning Image points out, "Any
resemblance between genuine prostitution and the kind depicted here was purely
coincidental, as this was a comic romp first and foremost, with a bizarre
roster of hard up celebs appearing in supporting roles, including George
Hamilton as Xaviera's lawyer."
But Hamilton isn't the only odd
and/or recognizable face in the movie: "The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington (1977) is a cinematic time
capsule. Think of an actor or actress who you saw every week on television in
the 70s but whose name you just cannot remember. He or she is in this movie.
The guy who played Darrin Stevens's boss on Bewitched (both Darrins, same boss)? He's in it. The frenetic
corporal on F Troop (1965-67 / opening credits)? In it.
[...] Billy Frickin' Barty
is in it... as a mafia don... whose henchmen pick him up so he can be at eye
level with those to whom he speaks. Anyone who was almost someone but didn't
have that little something extra made it into this second installment of the Happy
Hooker series. [...] Other members of the marvelous cast include Uncle Martin
from My
Favorite Martian (1963-66),
Gunther "Ooh-Ooh" Toody from Car
54 (1961-63 / intro),
Odd Job from Goldfinger (1964 / trailer), Rip Taylor
from The $1.98 Beauty Show (1978-80
/ what?), and Phil
Foster and Jack Carter, who were required to be on TV every minute in the 70s. [...]
Raven Delacroix (see: Up! In Uschi, Part IX), a staple of 70s nudie
movies, has a short, uncredited part. Louisa Moritz,* another frequently nekkid babe, has an equally short but credited
role. Both show boobs and bum [...] Two of Xaviera's girls... including the one
who has gone missing... are played by former Hefmates. They are Miss May for
1973, Bonnie Large, and for 1974, Pamela Zinszer. [...] Cissie Cameron-Colpitts,
Dawn Clark and Marilyn Joi provide the bulk of the exposure. [...] You'd never guess the names, but
you might recognize the... uh, faces. [Movie House Commentary]"
* "In November 2014, [Louisa] Moritz became one of the first
women to accuse Bill Cosby, claiming Cosby sexually assaulted her in the green
room for The Tonight Show in 1971. After Cosby accused her of lying, she
sued him for defamation; her lawyer planned to continue the lawsuit after her
death. [Wikipedia, accessed
27.04.2020]" Question: What's the biggest difference between a rich white man and a rich black man who likes to sexually assault women? The white man goes to the White House, the black man to jail.
Trailer to
The Happy Hooker Goes to
Washington:
"The fact of the matter is
that some of the most imaginative films ever made were low-budget grindhouse
movies. [...] But, honestly, The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington
is just bad. It's boring. The acting is terrible. The jokes fall flat. [...]
In the Happy
Hooker Goes to Washington, Joey Heatherton plays Xaviera
Hollander, a former madam who is now a businesswoman, magazine publisher, and
sex-advice columnist. [...] Xaviera has been called to testify in front of the
Senate Committee to Investigate Sexual Excess in America. And goddamn, this
movie is stupid. But anyway, Xaviera goes to Washington to stand up for sexual
freedom. Accompanying her is an attorney named Ward Thompson (George Hamilton)
and, quicker than you can say 'Fifth place on Dancing with the Stars,' Ward is
explaining to Xaviera why her testimony is so important. 'We're heading right
into the teeth of a new puritanism,' he tells her. 'Under the new puritanism,
there won't be any happy hookers!' Anyway, Xaviera testifies in front of the
committee and we get a few flashbacks to some of Xaviera's past
accomplishments. And then she gets recruited by a dwarf (Billy Barty) and is
sent to seduce a Middle Eastern ruler and ... well, it just keep going and going.
This is one of the longest 84-minute films ever released. Anyway, this movie
sucks. (And so does Xaviera! That's the level of humor that you can expect when
you watch The
Happy Hooker Goes to Washington.) [Through a Shattered Lens]"
The Video Vacuum, which admits that what they liked about the movie
"doesn't necessarily make for a good movie",
saw some positive things on the screen: "The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington is a much better movie than the original for a few
reasons. First off, the producers hired a REAL director for the film, not just
some dope whose only other credits are TV shows. Of course, the guy they hired
was William A Levey, the director of Blackenstein.
He's not exactly Orson Welles or anything, although he does know how to film
titties bouncing up and down. Which brings me to the second reason Goes to Washington is more entertaining
than the first one: it features a hell of a lot more nudity than its
predecessor. In fact, there are more tits in the first ten minutes of this
movie than there was in the entire running time of Part 1. Thirdly, there are
actual jokes this time out. Of course, they are jokes that wouldn't get a laugh
in a burlesque house in 1932, but they are jokes nevertheless. Finally, the
supporting cast is a lot more fun. [...] Never mind the fact that they aren't
really given anything to do, at least they're here dammit."
At least
at the Family Drive-in at
Mundys Corner, The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington was part of a family appropriate — fit for
kids of all ages! — double feature with the equally lame movie Linda Lovelace for President (1975 /
scene below), starring the titular star of the X-rated groundbreaker Deep Throat (1972 / soundtrack). A perfect pairing, to say the least.
Scene from
Linda Lovelace for
President:
In her interview with Shock Cinema, Marilyn Joi says
that the best things about making The
Happy Hooker Goes to Washington was "Bending over and sticking my butt
in George Hamilton's face." But she also has the following anecdote:
"I took my mother to see The Happy
Hooker Goes to Washington, but I didn't know that there was a porno flick
out at the time with the same title!*
I saw the listing, and the theatre was right over here on Santa Monica between
Fairfax and I think Crescent. I said, 'Oh, Momma, my movie's out! It's right
around the corner! Let's go see it!' So we sit in the theatre, and there are
all these men... (Laughs) And this movie comes on, and it's reaaaaally dirty! My
momma's looking at me — I'm like, 'There's something wrong with this movie, Momma! That's not me!' I ran out to the front and asked the guy, 'Is this The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington?'
'Yeah.' 'Starring Joey Heatherton and George Hamilton?' 'No! This is an X-rated
porno theatre!" Ohhhhhhhhhh! 'Oh, Momma, let's go!' (Laughs) All these men
were looking at us; and the man behind us, oh God, all I could hear behind us
was [makes wet smacking noises]. Oh God!"
* Try as we might, we couldn't locate an X-rated The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington anywhere…
but Andy Milligan's Fleshpot on 42nd
Street (1973), featuring Harry
Reems, did hit the screens at one point as The Erotic Diary of a Happy Hooker. But who does [wet smacking
noises] to an Andy Milligan flick? But when it comes to straight porn, the
closest we could come to an X-rated Happy Hooker flick is retired exploitation
filmmaker Larry G. Spangler's singular gynecologically explicit project, The Life and Times of the Happy Hooker a.k.a
The Life and Times of Xaviera Hollander (1974), a poorly shot fuck-fest that had multiple
releases and a self-imposed X-rating.
The
Kentucky Fried Movie
(1977, dir. John Landis)
"Never before has the beauty of the sexual
act been so crassly exploited!"
The movie most people refer to
when they mention Marilyn Joi in an online post somewhere. We took a look at Kentucky Fried Movie in Part X of our Babe of Yesteryear feature on the Great Uschi, where we wrote:
The classic amongst the anthology
sketch comedy films that flooded the screens in the 70s, a genre that has for
the most part died out (the last one we saw, and laughed our heads off at, was
the immensely tasteless Movie 43
[2013 / trailer]). Also
typical of the times: lots of naked breasts. And P.I. humor.
Trailer
to
Kentucky Fried Movie:
As directed by John Landis, who made
his directorial debut six years earlier with Schlock! (1971 / trailer), the
movie helped launched a directorial career that even survived the death of Vic
Morrow and two children during the coke-fueled filming of his segment of The Twilight Zone Movie (1982 / trailer). The
scriptwriters — Jim Abrahams, David Zucker and Jerry Zucker — also went on to
substantial careers, together and apart, though our favorite movie of theirs, Top Secret! (1984 / trailer),
typically enough, was their biggest flop.
"The Kentucky Fried Movie," says Cracked Rear Viewer, "takes guerilla comedy
to the extreme. A series of unrelated events, KFM skewers local news, commercials, PSAs (Henry Gibson in a United
Appeal for the Dead), TV shows, and movies. There's some previews of Coming
Attractions thrown in, touting 'Samuel L. Bronkowitz' productions of R-rated
titillation pics (Catholic High School
Girls in Trouble), disaster movies (That's
Armageddon!!), and Blaxploitation (Cleopatra
Schwartz). The big set-piece is A
Fistful of Yen, a pitch-perfect kung-fu parody with leads that can't
pronounce their R's ('Total consentwation'), cheesy sound effects, an evil
villain bent on world domination, and an insanely funny conclusion."
We re-watched the movie recently and
came away with laugh cramps. A Fistful
of Yen probably couldn't get made nowadays, nor would the short skit Danger Seekers (the N-word alone
negates it), and there wouldn't be either as much nakedness or as many gay
jokes, but the movie as a whole remains more funny than dated. Our favorite
segment remains the faux trailer for Cleopatra
Schwartz, with the delicious, doe-eyed Babe of Yesteryear Marilyn Joi, of
the Jim Kelly-vehicle Black Samurai (1976 / trailer [see Part III]), Mansion of the Doomed (1976 / trailer [see Part III]) and a lot of other fun trash, like Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks
(1976, see Uschi Part IX or R.I.P. Haji or Joi Part III]), as the titular Cleopatra.
Faux
trailer to
Cleopatra Schwartz:
Catholic
High School Girls in Trouble, famously enough, is the segment featuring
Uschi Digard, whose famous breasts are felt up in a zoom to squeaky-balloon
sound effects and subsequently squashed against a shower door during a shower
sex scene. But hers are not the only merry melons paraded in the two-minute
faux-trailer: there's the memorable topless conversation between three healthy
Catholic high-school girls (Nancy Mann, Lenka Novak [of Vampire Hookers (1978 / trailer) and
Betsy Genson] who are later chained up and whipped by a dwarf...
The
Wonderful World of Sex sketch is also pretty funny, and a good argument
against instructional records. Stuntman Manny Perry, in his full yummy muscular
prime, shows up for the punch line as "Big Jim
Slade".
But though we find The Kentucky Fried Movie funny, not
everyone does. Flick Filosopher, for
example, says, "If I had been introduced to the film at a more
impressionable age, I might today have pleasant adolescent memories of it that
would color my grownup response to it today, and perhaps I could be kinder to a
movie considered a comedy classic by some. But I wasn't, I haven't, and I
can't. […] The Kentucky Fried Movie believes itself to be wild, but
it's depressingly quite restrained: it sets up a formula for itself — cheap
setup, obvious punchline, then a treadmill of repeating the punchline instead
of developing it even further — and never once deviates from it." (Sounds
like the Trump presidency to us, actually.)
About Kentucky Fried Movie, the movie she used to get recognized for all
the time, in her interview at Shock Cinema Marilyn
Joi imparted the following: "They were looking for a girl who was
6'2", so I walked in there wearing a pair of shorts and a little pink
t-shirt. They said. 'You're not 6'2". I said, 'Yeah, but I can put on
shoes and I got long legs and you can aim the camera up, can't you?' They said,
'Welllll... what about your chest?' I said, 'Here...' and I took off my t-shirt.
'There it is.' They said, 'OK, you got it!' (Laughs) That was when I was bold!"
Nurse
Sherri
(1978, dir. Al Adamson)
A.k.a. The Possession of Nurse Sherri, Black Voodoo, Beyond the Living, Hospital of Terror, Killer's Curse, Hands of Death, Terror Hospital and probably more. Not
exactly your typical nurseploitation film, but could anything else be expected
of auteur anti-director Al Adamson? Instead of mining the typical sexploitation
territory of the classic Corman production, Adamson turned to The Exorcist (1973 / trailer), or of
the any number of possession flicks that came after Freidkin's hit, and came up
with this schlocky, love-it-or-hate-it disasterpiece — classic Adamson, in
other words.
Marilyn Joi may not be the titular
Nurse Sherri, but it could be argued that she is the real heroine of the flick
— after all, she is actually the one who saves as much of the day as can be
saved. It was the last film she was to make with Adamson. As she mentioned in
her interview with Shock
Cinema, "I really liked Al. He was a very nice man, and nothing
like the movies he made. I got my best review for one of his films, Nurse Sherri, either in Variety or Hollywood Reporter. They actually mentioned me in the review and
wrote nice things about me! [...] It really hurts me to think about what happened
to him. He was such a nice man."
Trailer
to
Nurse Sherri:
Fred Beldin at All Movie, who
thinks "the film among Adamson's best
work", agrees: "Drive-in director Al Adamson's last great film, this
delirious possession picture circulated under a plethora of names, but stinks
just as sweetly, regardless of moniker. Adamson was a canny repackager of his
films, editing and re-editing them to ship out as brand new titles with new
advertising campaigns. For Beyond the
Living, that meant amplifying the horror elements to play out as the title Killer's Curse, adding extra softcore
sex to create Nurse Sherri, and then
accentuating a few African-American characters and calling it Black Voodoo, et cetera, et cetera. As
a result of the constant scene jumbling, every version suffers from a choppy,
confusing narrative flow and an impaired sense of logic. Early in the film, the
surgeon reaches out to touch his fiancée — his hand still wet with the gore of
a failed heart operation. Later, Sherri is found unconscious in the ladies'
room with blood dripping from her mouth, leading her boyfriend to wonder if
she's being faithful. Don't even try to figure out the timeline the film is
following, as time seems to be a flexible element in the Adamson universe; it's
hard to say whether hours, days, or weeks have passed between scenes. […] Beyond the Living [i.e., Nurse Sherri] is crude but energetic, a
nonstop barrage of outrageous moments designed to hold an audience's attention,
even with all the distractions of a drive-in theater. The viewer is treated to
such ridiculous elements as a psychotic cult leader's ghost, a magical silver
talisman, a bit of corpse burning, a blind football star with the power of
voodoo, pitchfork-through-the-chest gore, a quick poltergeist episode, plus the
requisite horny nurse and comic-relief patient. Everyone overacts their hearts
out (except for robotically stoic leading man Geoffrey Land), often to comic
effect, but the cast can maintain intensity when it counts and keeps the
picture firmly in terror mode."
Somewhere along the way, as evident by the advert above, Nurse Sherri got paired with a 1974 Paul Naschy film, House of Psychotic Women, a.k.a. Blue Eyes of the Broken Doll, a fact we mention only as an excuse to embed that film's trailer below.
Trailer to
House of Psychotic Women:
In theory, Adamson came up with the initial
idea, his partner Samuel M. Sherman with the story, and one-script-wonders Greg
Tittinger and Michael Bockman with the script. (OK, Bockman wrote one other
movie that we could find, that to his only feature directorial project, the
never released Starving Hysterical Naked [2003
/ fundraising
short]).
Among the many versions, two main versions of the film seem to
be currently floating around: the longer version has a subplot of a cultist
trying to find the body of their leader, Reanhauer (Bill Roy), while the other,
shorter version exorcises the subplot and replaces it with gratuitous sexploitation
scenes.
The full narrative, as supplied by One-Sheet Index: "Sherri
Martin (Jill 'Nice Wrack' Jacobson) is a 21-year-old nurse whose sweet
disposition and even temper have made her hated by some jealous staff members
in the hospital she works in. On the other hand, most of her patients find this
quality just what they like about her. It is ironic then that Sherri should be
fated to be the one chosen to be possessed by a strange and mystic power. Alone
in her room she is seemingly 'raped by an invisible presence'. She struggles
without success in a most horrifying and tormenting scene. After this
possession her behavior changes strangely. Her attitude towards Dr. Peter
Desmond (Geoffrey Land of Adamson's anti-classic, The Female Bunch [1971 / trailer]), her
fiancé, also changes. Sherri, without warning, heads off on unexplained trips
to murder people she hardly knows. One of these is Dr. Nelson (Clay Foster),
former head of the hospital's surgical staff. Nurse Tara Williams (Marilyn Joi)
has become friendly with one of the hospital's patients. He is Marcus
Washington (Prentiss Moulden of Adamson's version of Uncle Tom's Cabin [1976, see Part III]), a tragically blinded black pro
football star. Marcus senses trouble in the hospital through the extra sense
his blindness has given him. That combined with a Hatian background leads him
to suspect someone close of being possessed by something or someone evil.
Nurses Beth (Katherine Pass of Kansas
City Bomber [1972 / trailer]) and
Tara discover the mutilated corpse of Nurse Gorden (Caryl
Briscoe) and this leads them to suspect Sherri. Marcus explains to the
two nurses that Sherri must be possessed and eventually the girls uncover the
fantastic truth. Two years prior, a religious fanatic, Reanhauer (Roy), was
forced to undergo an operation that he didn't want in the hospital. He later
died on the operating table. His departed spirit has now possessed Sherri and
he is having everyone who participated in the surgery killed in a most brutal
manner by the young girl he has possessed. Tara and Beth find out that the only
way to stop the possession is to prevent the undead spirit from coming to earth
through the medium of travel — his 'last earthly remains'. Through great
research the girls find the cemetery where Reanhauer is buried and attempt to
unearth the coffin and burn his body. At the same time Sherri is preparing to
kill Dr. Peter Desmond with a heavy meat cleaver. The girls in the cemetery are
delayed by strange winds and forces that impede their destroying the body.
Eventually their task is done and in time to prevent Sherri from killing Peter
as she collapses when the body is burned. As Sherri has murdered several
people, she is considered criminally insane by Dr. Andrews (Jack Barnes) who
dismisses the real cause as 'utter nonsense'. An anguished Peter gazes into a
padded cell where an obviously sane but bewildered Sherri sits, restrained by a
straight jacket."
"Exploitation films were still
filling the drive-ins back in the 1970s. Many of these titillating films
featured beautiful nurses, and in the 1970s they were still clad in white. This
was perfect as those white uniforms were slightly form fitting for sex comedies
and a perfect background for red splattered blood in those slasher films.
1978's Nurse Sherri […] will show us
many beautiful nurses, in those white get-ups or nude. Either nude, or in clad
in white, many will die horribly at the hands of the title character. […] Nurse Sherri, directed by Al Adamson is
fine 1970s horror/exploitation. Lots of pretty damsels and some nice gore
highlight this tale of angels in white in much peril. [Z Emporium]"
"The highlight of the film is a
hallucinogenic montage of twisted imagery that surrounds Sherri as she lays in
bed and the demon takes her over. A low-budget green light special effect
creeps into the room from under the door and swirls around her, depicting
images of death and destruction, symbolizing the possession. The climax of the
film is the bathroom scene when Sherri, in her blood-spattered white nightgown,
is about to murder Desmond but the spirit leaves her body at that very moment
when two local nurses exhume the body of Reanhauer and burn the grave. The
score of the film is great, using eerie 70's synths and strings, and although
not the least bit scary, it is an entertaining piece of horror history. Nurse
Sherri isn't quite up to par with one of my favorite horror films of
all time (Horror Hospital [1973 / trailer below]), but it is still a
good watch. Hospitals are just a perfect setting for horror — almost as good as
a circus with killer clowns . . . [Big Toe]"
American trailer
to
Horror Hospital, starring Michael
Gough:
Nerdly, however, was less impressed:
"[…] Unfortunately, Nurse Sherri is another jagged piece of rock
with only but a few specks of [exploitation] gold. Aside from some nice pieces
of gore and the odd bit of flesh on show, there's really nothing to shout about
here. OK, there's a fairly well executed car chase, but that's all I'm giving
you. When the story isn't jumping back and forth in a haphazard way, it's just
bloody boring. The concept is cool, if not a bit contrived and familiar at
times. Acting as you would expect (and want to be honest.) is a bit wooden at
times, but not in that unintentionally funny sort of way. Speaking of funny, I
have seen people talking about the comedic aspects of this film. What comedic
aspects? It's about as funny as a John Oliver joke. I just didn't really get
engrossed in to the film like you should. I mean, it's nursesploitation meets
paranormal horror! That should be outrageous and silly! This is far from Al
Adamson's most memorable outings. I can't even recommend Nurse Sherri in that 'Oh so bad, it's good!' sort of
way.* That being said, the finale is
somewhat memorable."
* But Last Movie Review on the Left can:
"Strangely entertaining in a campy sort of way. […] The phrase 'So bad
it's good' applies."
And the acting? Well: "The acting
is high school play level at best — Geoffrey Land as Dr. Peter is particularly
atrocious — although Joi acquits herself the best of anyone, and Bill Roy is
entertaining enough as the scenery-feasting villain. [Mad Mad Mad Mad Movies]"
The GIF above of Joi doing one of her
prerequisite boob scenes comes from the Department of Afro-American Research
Arts & Culture (DAARAC), which also supplies the interesting
alternative to Dwight Graydon "Gray" Morrow's original poster art used on the VHS below:
when Nurse Sherri became Black Voodoo, Sherri suddenly also
became a Sister.
Gray Morrow (7 Mar 1934 – 6 Nov 2001), should you not know, was an illustrator
and comic artist we best remember as the co-creator of Marvel's Man-Thing (film version: 2005 / trailer), a
character that many think is a rip-off of DC's Swamp Thing, but actually first appeared two months earlier than
the better-known humanoid swamp thingy (Marvel's B&W Savage Tails #1, of May 1971, versus DC's House of Secrets
#92 of July 1971).
Blue Collar
(1978, dir. Paul Schrader)
The one that got away — or, rather,
that got turned down. Paul Schrader's directorial debut, starring Yaphet Kotto,
Harvey Keitel and Richard "Cokehead" Pryor (1 Dec 1940
– 10 Dec 2005), the last man at the pinnacle of his career (the poster
above, you might notice, features his face twice and neither face of his
costars). At the time he was filming this movie, Pryor was married to his third
of five wives (his third of seven marriages), Deborah "SuperEula"
McGuire (of Female Chauvinists [1975,
see Uschi Part VIII], Supervixens [1975, see Uschi Part VIII], and Black Starlet [1974] at Marilyn Joi, Part II — where we
don't mention her], pictured below, who left him after he emptied a gun into
the side of her car [Jet, 12 Mar
1981]. (To paraphrase some famous graffiti, "Whatever happened to Deborah
McGuire?")
Blue
Collar, an above the board, Hollywood A-movie, was a commercial flop
when it was released but is generally considered a great movie and is on many a
person's "Best of" list, including Spike Lee's own extremely eclectic
"List of Films All Aspiring Filmmakers Must See"... To
put it bluntly, it would have been shining moment on Marilyn Joi's resume in
regard to mainstream films.
Blue Collar:
But everyone has their own limits.
Most Americans balk at nudity, and say yes to drugs. Marilyn Joi is cut from
different stuff, as one notices by what she says in her interview with Shock
Cinema: "I turned down a part in a Richard Pryor movie [Blue Collar] because I had to snort
coke during a scene. I asked them, 'Do I die?' They said. 'No.' I asked, 'Do I
have a good time?' They said, 'Yes.' I asked, 'Well, how does the scene end?'
They said, 'We cut to something else.' I said, 'No, I can't do that! I'll strip
naked and have sex in a film if you pay me enough, but I won't do drugs. I
don't want to give people the idea that I do drugs, or that I think it's OK to
do drugs.'* So I turned it down, but
they called me again and said, 'Please do the part.' (Laughs) Why did they need
me? So many other girls would've done the part. Me, I just couldn't."
* But: Yes,
Virginia, it is OK to do drugs — just take the responsibility for what they sow.
On the other hand, maybe Joi was
smart: the shoot was famously contentious and disharmonious, with thrown chairs
and temper tantrums, and all three main stars walking off the set at one point
or another.
From
the movie:
Hard Workin' Man,
performed
by Captain Beefheart (15 Jan 41 - 17 Dec 10):
The plot,
as explained by Lucia
Bozzola at All
Movie: "Surviving
from paycheck to paycheck, Checker Cab assembly linemen Zeke (Richard Pryor),
Jerry (Harvey Keitel), and Smokey (Yaphet Kotto) scrape by and take pleasure in
a few rounds of beer or bowling (and occasional illicit amusements). But when
their money troubles pile up, Jerry and Smokey join Zeke in a desperate plan to
steal cash from their local union office. Along with a piddling $600, they
unexpectedly swipe evidence of union corruption. Deciding to use it for
blackmail, the men discover instead how powerfully malevolent the union can be
in a system that counts on petty divisiveness to keep the larger power
structure intact. Inspired by stories of real-life disillusionment […]."
If one is to believe imdb's trivia
page for Blue Collar, Paul
Schrader claims that when he pitched to an executive that the film was about
two black workers and one white, the executive replied "You mean two white
and one black, don't you?" If true, the fact makes the following bit of
gossip found at AFI all the more ironic:
"Writer-director Paul Schrader was inspired by the story of
African-American screenwriter Sydney A. Glass, who told Schrader about his
father, a lifelong Detroit automobile plant worker who committed suicide due to
his involvement in a union theft. Although Glass expressed interest in writing
the story, Schrader and his brother, Leonard Schrader (30 Nov 1943 – 2 Nov
2006), wrote their own script using the same subject matter. When Glass heard
of Schrader's project, he protested to the Black Writers Committee of the
Writers Guild of America, who ordered Schrader to resolve the matter before
production began. This resulted in Glass receiving one-third of Schrader's
screenwriter's fee and an onscreen 'suggested by source material by' credit."
The
early Leonard Schrader production,
the mondo documentary
The Killing of America (1981):
"Even though it was made back in
1978, Blue Collar doesn't feel at
all dated thematically. Dealing with crooked unions and frustrations with a job
that never pays you enough is something many of us still deal with in this day
and age. Watching it more than 30 years after its initial release makes me
wonder how much, if any, progress has been made for any American workers. […] It
is one of those movies from the 70s deserving of a big audience from one
generation to the next. Watching it today is even more bittersweet as those
auto factories in Michigan where the movie was shot no longer exist. It was
tough for the people who worked there back then, but imagine what it must be
like for them now. The movie ends in a freeze frame which brilliantly
encapsulates how the union and those in power continue to stay on top of the
working man. After all these years, it doesn't feel like much has changed, but
anyone and everyone out there is welcome to prove me wrong. [The Ultimate Rabbit]"
"Blue Collar is an
ugly film, thematically and in terms of the situations its characters are
forced into. It shows personal economic freedom and progress as a never-ending
cycle that results in nothing but further inequality and disenfranchisement
from a country that allegedly fights against it. If a film like this came out
in present time it would be a strong social statement, but its 1978 release
date shows that little has changed in present time when it comes to the
dealings of big business. [Steve the Movieman]"
The Great American Girl Robbery
(1979, dir. Jeff Werner)
"I'm going to give her my soul-lami!"
George Henderson (Anthony Lewis)
A.k.a. Cheerleaders' Wild Weekend, Cheerleaders'
Naughty Weekend and, supposedly, Bus
17 Is Missing. Alongside Satan's
Cheerleaders (1977 / trailer, poster beow), perhaps
one of the deep points and most entertaining films of heyday the cheerleadersploitation
genre — the movie's nominal "name" star, former Playboy covergirl Kristin DeBell, cover further below, famous for her debut film, the R-rated
& X-rated musical Alice in
Wonderland (1976 / trailer),
generally likes to ignore this film when talking about her career. Oddly
enough, considering how often she does full-frontal nude (and more) in Alice, she shows relatively little skin
in this movie.
Down Among the "Z" Movies sees The Great American Girl Robbery as
"a porn film without sex" that is "truly mindless and
implausible, cheesy and silly" — in other words, a typical exploitation
film. But even in exploitation, seldom has a cheerleader film displayed as much
boobage as this one — and Marilyn Joi's are there as well, covered and
uncovered, as belonging to the not-too-minor character LaSalle (for whatever
reason, Marilyn is credited as Tracy King). Most of the cheerleaders, like Joi,
are attractive but obviously a bit too old to be playing cheerleaders (unless
they flunked at least a decade straight).
The
Great American Girl Robbery is the directorial debut of Jeff Werner,
"an award-winning director and editor of documentaries, feature films and
motion picture advertising" [LinkedIn]. The
script is credited to D.W. Gilbert, who disappeared thereafter, and Jason
Williams, who coproduced the movie with the legendary Bill Osco and a
then-unknown Chuck Russell (director of the 1988 remake of The Blob).
Williams plays one of the lead bad guys in this movie, Wayne Mathews, and even
acted with the Great Uschi in Tom Simone's 3-D
Prison Girls (1972, see Uschi Part VI), but is probably best remembered for
playing the titular character of the sexploitation classic, Flesh Gordon (1974 / trailer below),
produced by legendary shyster Bill Osco.
Trailer
to
Flesh Gordon:
Over at The Rialto Report, in their
excellent article on Alice in
Wonderland, Jason Williams
speaks a bit about his experience as co-producer of The Great American Girl Robbery and working with Bill Osco: "Bill had brought his high
school buddy out to Los Angles from Ohio. Bill had a limousine and this high
school buddy was his chauffeur. It turned out the driver was one of the only
guys who was actually getting paid every week. I owned about half of The Great American Girl Robbery […]. I
ended up selling my percentage of it to the chauffeur! I don't know why I sold
it to him but I just took that money and left. That was the only money I ever
got… I had to sell my share of it to the chauffeur just to get any money out of
it. […] But Bill was bad. He stole from everybody, never paid anyone, and it
just became intolerable for everybody. In the end everybody had to sue him. […]
I knew it wasn't going to do any good for me to sue him, so I just left and
went on my own way."
DVD Drive-in, which
says that "this late 1970s blend of sexploitation and caper film elements
may not make for a great movie, but it's still hard to resist on a trashy
level, especially with all the bare breasts and buttocks on display", has
the plot: "Three different cheerleader squads from three different
competing schools are traveling via school bus to a big state competition in
Sacramento. Making it to their final destination is thwarted when their vehicle
is obstructed by an odd assemblage, including bitter ex-footballer Wayne
Mathews (Jason Williams), his equally distraught former teammates George
(Anthony Lewis) and Big John (John Albert), his little brother Billy (Robert
Houston of Wes Craven's The Hills Have Eyes [1977 / trailer]) and a
buxom, bra-less blonde lesbian (Courtney Sands). The abducted girls are brought
to a cabin out in the woods, made to take off their shoes and sleep on bare
mattresses as their five captors demand a $2 million dollar ransom for their
safe release. A popular local disk jockey named Joyful Jerome (Leon Isaac
Kennedy, here billed as 'Lee Curtis') is inadvertently brought in as the on-air
middleman between the kidnappers and the police, as the cheerleaders cause
mischief, stage various antics and attempt several escapes before a bag of cash
is collected by the baddies."
Critical
Condition — which says "this lighthearted film […] is a good bet"
if "you don't mind a lack of violence (no one is killed), lots of naked
women (and, really, who doesn't like that?) and a playful sense of humor"
— supplies all the SPOILERS! you
might need: "Not surprisingly (since this is a 70s cheerleader flick), the
girls begin to like it until Big John tries to rape Lisa (Ann Wharton). Frankie
saves Lisa, but she then puts the moves on her in the bathroom when Frankie
cleans her up. The cops demand proof that the girls are OK, so Wayne picks
Debbie (the lovely Kristine DeBell) to call into the radio station. Wouldn't
you know it? Wayne and Debbie hit it off. One of the girls, Afton (Janet
'Janus' Blythe of C.B. Hustlers
[1976, see Uschi Part IX] and Tobe
Hooper's Eaten Alive [1976 / trailer]),
unsuccessfully tries to escape (she holds George off with a chainsaw for a few
moments). All of the girls put their differences aside and formulate a plan of
escape. […] Using fire, cheerleading moves and a rope made from their panties
(!), the girls overpower Frankie, Big John (who shoots himself in the foot) and
George, throw them in the bus and drive off to the waiting police. The girls,
led by Debbie, let Wayne and Billy get away with the ransom because they are
basically nice guys, after all. […] Although most of the violence is implied
rather than shown, there's more than enough action and female flesh on view to
keep even the most jaded viewer occupied. The ransom drop-off is pretty
amusing, especially when one of the cops (who says, 'Oh, bat shit!' a lot)
describes a ransom plot he saw on a TV show a couple of months before and his
partner then realizes that they have fallen for the same ruse. Wayne and
Billy's final escape from the cops after getting the ransom is filmed like a
football game, complete with passing, blocking, tackling and a Sousa marching
tune on the soundtrack."
The
Great American Girl Robbery a.k.a. Cheerleaders'
Wild Weekend seems to be a love-it or hate-it kind of movie, in part due to its
odd narrative structure. "A raucous and completely schizoid experience,
[…] the film fires in numerous directions at commercial targets right from the
opening scenes featuring female cast members doing perky glamour poses
accompanied by funky main title music, and the plot skids wildly from leering
T&A fantasy to broad comedy to violent roughie melodrama, finally
culminating in wild heist antics right out of a '70s Disney caper. Director
Werner (who later helmed the weirdest Robbie Benson vehicle, Die Laughing [1980 / trailer])
certainly never allows the place to flag, but the brutal tonal shifts nearly
knock the film off the rails over and over again. [Mondo
Digital]"
"The shifts in tone seem to throw
off some reviewers," says Marc
Fusion, "but it's not like David Hess is here
crushing the souls of the girls. A couple of scenes are tense and on the rough
side, but it's infrequent. The idea of going from a wild strip show to
near-rape is jarring, but its exploitation, so it's not unheard of. Things do
take a more serious turn toward the end, but this is not a savage, rough picture.
[…] The film has some odd moments, but offers fun, drive-in style
entertainment. Worth a look to those who appreciate cheesecake and exploitation
cinema in general."
And Video
Vacuum , who wishes that they "had the job of icing up the girls'
nipples in-between takes", definitely appreciates the cheesecake but sees
beyond the "naked women distracting motorists so they crash through fruitcarts, cheerleaders getting into catfights, naked beauty pageants, lesbian
bathing, chainsaws, and lots and lots of nudity": "Cheerleaders' Wild
Weekend is what it is. It's a drive-in cheerleader movie. It delivers on the
T&A; which is why we're watching the damn thing. The filmmakers could've
been content to just let it go at that but they actually managed to make a
well-made movie here. The scripting is tight and the kidnappers' plan is
actually rather clever. The acting is top drawer (for a cheerleader movie
anyway) as hotties Kristine DeBell […] and Marilyn Joi turn in fun
performances. The dudes in the cast are also good. Williams gives a
multi-dimensional performance as the not-so bad guy and Leon Isaac Kennedy is
solid in the critical role as the DJ who the kidnappers use to communicate with
the cops."
Those with tastes that run less
towards the exploitive might find the experience of The Great American Girl Robbery less enjoyable. Every 70s Movie, for
example, which is not the most grindhouse-oriented site, definitely dislikes
the "the icky spectacle of a row of half-nude girls gyrating on a
makeshift stage at gunpoint" and says: "The Great American Girl Robbery is a hostage picture with the feel
of a sleazy horror movie. […] There's also a catfight and various scenes in
which cheerleaders try to screw their way to freedom. Boring, cheap, and
exploitive without being titillating, The
Great American Girl Robbery finally managed to kill the [cheerleader
exploitation genre]. Good riddance."
By the way, the fine piece of
literature the two cheerleaders (to the left, "Hana Byrbo", otherwise
known as Lenka
Novak) are seen perusing above is nothing less than that classic volume
of erotic literature "involving a sexy and seductive girl, full of sexual
adventures, surprises and twists" credited sometimes to Martin
Tcaza and sometimes to Sand Wayne but, when
first published by Stag Books, was credited to Roger Tigger (cover further below). Games
Neighbors Play can be found in
full here, but let us present the book's first and last paragraph:
"Susie felt it happen as she slipped off her dress, sheer magic warmly
enveloping her flesh, softening it to the bone. Her movements slowed. She
dropped the dress on the bathroom laundry hamper and felt her face, her throat,
her bra stretched by suddenly swollen breasts. Her nipples were hard. She slid
a hand down her belly, over her panties to her crotch. It was moist. […] She
climbed off the banister, smiling broadly as she climbed the stairs toward
Nick."
Although we have no way to prove it,
and have yet to find supporting evidence online, we here at a wasted life suspect
the book's cover art, supplied by an un-credited but regular cover illustrator
of Stag Books, might be the legendary John Severin (26 Dec
1921 – 12 Feb 2012).
Trailer to
Cheerleaders' Wild Weekend:
Galaxina
(1980, writ. & dir. William Sachs) 
"The year is 3008. Space travel is now routine.
As new galaxies were explored and more civilizations discovered, the traffic in
space increased. The United Intergalactic Federation was called upon to create
a police force and soon a fleet of ships was patrolling the far reaches of the
known star systems. This is the story of one of these ships police cruiser,
Number 308, The Infinity. It is also the story of the ship's crew and the ship's
robot. She was no ordinary robot for in the 31st century man finally created a
machine with feelings, and her name is … Galaxina."
The creative force behind the movie, William Sachs, is perhaps best known as the writer and director of the disasterpiece The Incredible Melting Man (1977 / trailer), but he is also the anti-auteur behind the mildly amusing teen cruising flick, Van Nuys Blvd (1979 / trailer). Galaxina itself is best remembered today for being one of the few as well as the final film shot with Dorothy Stratten, the Playboy Playmate of the Year for 1979 (she was the Aug 79 centerfold) who got shot for real and to death on 14 August 1980 by her estranged husband Paul Snider, whom she had left for director Peter Bogdanovich.
Eight years later,
by the way, Bogdanovich went on to do the totally normal thing and marry Dorothy's younger sister, Louise Stratten (they divorced
in 2001); Louise makes occasional minor appearances in movies, like in Ninja
Cheerleaders (2008), where she plays Monica's mom.
Trailer
to Bob Fosse's
take on the Dorothy Stratten story,
Star 80:
Let's go to It's a Man's Number for a
moment, where the Man says: "[Galaxina]
is a low budget film, and does very little to hide that fact. In fact, it
almost revels in its cheapness, without ever seeming lazy or completely inept.
And I know that people will be rushing to tell me that I'm wrong, that the film
is almost completely inept, but I'll still refute that charge. It works. It
works for me, and that's all that I need sometimes."
Well, we here at a wasted life saw Galaxina
years ago on DVD with some non-grindhouse fans and ended up thinking it shite —
among other reasons: though a comedy it wasn't funny*, the pace was glacial, there was a
notable lack of any nudity, and although Stratten looks hot she is as stiff as
a board — but we would be willing to give it a second shot with some bad-film
fans some day in the future.
* "The
name of one of the major characters in this film is Captain Cornelius Butt.
Does that make you laugh? If it does, then you are the kind of person for whom Galaxina was intended. This is supposed
to be a sci-fi comedy, but no one bothered to write any jokes. [Stomp
Tokyo]"
We here at a wasted life would
have to agree with Stomp Tokyo that
despite all the blather after Stratten's tragic death about how she
"could/would have" been a star, "the fact that Stratten was
murdered around the time the movie came out [may have] increased her legend to
some degree, [but] this film wouldn't have moved her any closer to mainstream
stardom even if she had lived."
But then, perhaps we were/are simple
immune to that special something that William Sachs saw when he cast Dorothy
Stratten in his film: "We looked at so many people and there were many that were
truly beautiful but they all seemed to look the same. They lacked what I was
looking for but I couldn't tell you what it was that I wanted. I just needed to
see it. Anyway, outside the office was the work pool with secretaries and
people, like twenty people at desks. For months we had people walking through
there. When Dorothy Stratten came in and walked through, every single person,
male, female, everybody stopped working and stared at her. It was right then
that I knew we had found her, because the secretaries and workers had been
seeing people come through for months and had never even looked up. [Nerd Rage News]"
In any
event, Marilyn Joi is there as the Winged Girl, seen above having a drink with a winged guy.
Trailer to
Galaxina:
Crown
Pictures reduces the plot to a terse minimum, saying "A sexy,
intergalactic robot helms a spaceship crew in search of a mystical gem known as
the 'Blue Star'."
Zisi Emporium for B Movies, however,
offers much more detail: "In the year 3008, an inter-galactic police
cruiser is patrolling the outer reaches of the universe. Its captain is
Cornelius Butt (Avery Schreiber [9 Apr 1935 – 7 Jan 2002] of The Silent Scream [1979 / trailer]), and
his right-hand man is Sgt. Thor (Stephen Macht of Amityville 1992 [1992, with Dick
Miller]). Galaxina (Stratten) is a robot on the vessel and she acts as a
maid, waitress, and sometimes a power source for their force-field. The
stunning robot also has a defense feature, if touched by a human, that poor sap
gets a stiff jolt of electricity (sort of a futuristic chastity belt). Galaxina
is all robot and doesn't speak until one day Thor cannot resist her beauty and
braves the electric shock and plants a big kiss on her. Though a very painful
endeavor on his part, Thor tells her 'It was worth the pain.' This also does
something to Galaxina as she experiences emotions for the first time. […]
Meanwhile, the crew is given orders to retrieve 'The Blue Crystal'. You know,
the proverbial crystal that all who possess it may have rule over the universe.
To get to the planet where it is located, the crew must spend 27 years in
cryogenic sleep. In those 27 years, Galaxina reprograms herself so when the
crew wakes, she can talk and seduce. When Thor awakes, Galaxina has no problem
getting him to fall in love with her […]. As the cruiser is attacked by the
evil Ordric (who also wants the crystal), they crash land on the planet.
Because of the planet's atmosphere, only Galaxina can venture into a town
populated by aliens who eat humans and retrieve the crystal. Galaxina will come
face to face with the evil Ordric (actor, Ronald Knight; voice, Percy Rodrigues
[13 Jun 1918 – 6 Sept 2007] of Come Back,
Charleston Blue [1972] and Brain
Waves [1983]) and attempt to use her seductive powers to defeat him.
She will also be captured and tied up by a 1950's type motorcycle gang who
worships the god Harley Davidson. Will Galaxina escape her bondage and return
to the spaceship with the crystal? Will her romance with Thor get past some
obvious technical issues […]?" (If that plot synopsis isn't detailed
enough for you, then we suggest the blow-by-blow account found at the AFI Catalog.)
Werewolves on the Moon is
"sorry to say it [is] not a particularly good film. […] Stephen Macht (the
prototype Kevin Sorbo) is mediocre as Thor, the space cop with a boner for a
robot and a fetish for his rowing machine, and Avery Schrieber is not too
annoying as Butt. Dorothy Stratten […] is clearly an ex-playboy model acting
for the first time. As this is her debut film, I'm sure she would have improved
with time, but this isn't the most auspicious debut — although she does fill
out a jumpsuit nicely. The writing, on the other hand is shit. It's just not
anywhere near as funny as it thinks it is, consisting of lame puns, irritating
sight gags, unlikely and crappy pop culture references […]. It's just
pun-tastic and for the most part completely unfunny. One joke in particular
really got on my last nerve: every time someone says 'Blue Star' there's a big
choral 'Aaaah-HAAAAAA!'. This is done about 10 times, and gets less and less
amusing every time. […] The pacing is all over the place — a prime example
being the end — it literally just crashes to a halt. There's no really
satisfactory conclusion, and the film feels cut short.* […] Oh, and that poster is a complete fucking misrepresentation.
Lying bastards."
* Little
does he know, it was: La La Land was plagued by rains during the shoot, which
caused the film to fall behind schedule, so the producers literally pulled
pages from the script to come in on time and budget.
But in
defense of the film comes Rock! Shock! Pop!, which says: "At any rate, with that said, Galaxina is a horrible film but it's
one worth seeing for anyone with an interest in cinematic cult oddities, which
it certainly qualifies as. Good? No, not by any stretch, but rather interesting
in its own horrible, super cheap drive-in sort of way."
Final
stuff 1: The classic poster above, flipped for the DVD use, of a hot
sci-fi Amazon toting a sci-fi gun amidst a spacey landscape ("a complete
fucking misrepresentation") was created by Robert Tanenbaum, an
artist who excelled in poster art.
Final
stuff 2: The movie-within-this-movie in Galaxina
is the Polish-East German sci-fi film directed by Kurt Maetzig [25 Jan 1911 – 8
Aug 2012], Der schweigende Stern
a.k.a. First Spaceship on Venus
(1960 / trailer below), for which Crown International Pictures owned the American
distribution rights. You can find the whole film at YouTube.
Trailer to
First Spaceship on Venus:
A little more Joi is still to come...
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