tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29347871623110394702024-03-16T12:05:22.533+01:00A Wasted LifeLet me share my opinions on the films I have wasted my life on...Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.comBlogger1154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-19439712632875014692024-03-12T10:46:00.000+01:002024-03-12T10:46:57.724+01:00The Body Snatcher (USA, 1945)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqfjMDllbqhwq3GAcey-Lth3QVTt_uM9-_hL8bonm0y3_LIdgCJS8A6l778o9g6FMeUOuIdLkH6aXf90q9heWPtWp1F_y8Y4A86kI05UHACwr4CK1zs3INohUlsKV67fSOfFMhZfvgLxyXCUdSfsI-XGfBgc3eCmTKivTkvmx-KpIqpDMH80aDI3KYg/s755/body_snatcher.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqfjMDllbqhwq3GAcey-Lth3QVTt_uM9-_hL8bonm0y3_LIdgCJS8A6l778o9g6FMeUOuIdLkH6aXf90q9heWPtWp1F_y8Y4A86kI05UHACwr4CK1zs3INohUlsKV67fSOfFMhZfvgLxyXCUdSfsI-XGfBgc3eCmTKivTkvmx-KpIqpDMH80aDI3KYg/s320/body_snatcher.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>It is through error that man tries and rises. It is through tragedy he learns. All the roads of learning begin in darkness and go out into the light</i>." </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/213777790/hippocrates-of_kos">Hippocrates of Kos</a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Jc93XbO7HzojOLwUHgxRerGg0CCON67D9w5QIcfzvIvgQoBVYOUnByF9QE57kIP3N3FTooo3bWZrVuNjPRgFb3NKPswSX50xeWuh3KRdNIIRIMAk_jXVkmR9MlrbQEOv2XPZr_n8ol08g5BhW41lUHYFKU5e-j11Ejhwt8ZLfQS99Ra1Sguc9TDVYg/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Jc93XbO7HzojOLwUHgxRerGg0CCON67D9w5QIcfzvIvgQoBVYOUnByF9QE57kIP3N3FTooo3bWZrVuNjPRgFb3NKPswSX50xeWuh3KRdNIIRIMAk_jXVkmR9MlrbQEOv2XPZr_n8ol08g5BhW41lUHYFKU5e-j11Ejhwt8ZLfQS99Ra1Sguc9TDVYg/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The eighth, and final, feature-length movie to feature the great <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/2212/boris-karloff">Boris Karloff</a> ([23 Nov 1887 – 2 Feb 1969] of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/mummy-usa-1932.html">The Mummy</a></b> [1932], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2018/09/the-ghoul-great-britain-1933.html">The Ghoul</a></b> [1933], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-of-frankenstein-usa-1944.html">House of Frankenstein</a></b> [1944], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-terror-usa-1963.html">The Terror</a></b> [1963], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/03/trailers-of-promise-mad-monster-party.html">Mad Monster Party</a></b> [1967] and so much more) <i>and </i>the great <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/652/bela-lugosi">Bela Lugosi</a> ([20 Oct 1882 – 16 Aug 1956] of <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/06/bela-lugosi-meets-brooklyn-gorilla-usa.html"><b>Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla</b></a> [1952], <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/11/scared-to-death-usa-1947.html">Scared to Death</a></b> [1946], <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/06/one-body-too-many-usa-1944.html">One Body Too Many</a> </b>[1944], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-corpse-vanishes-usa-1942.html">The Corpse Vanishes</a></b> [1942], <b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/09/black-dragons-usa-1942.html">Black Dragons</a></b> [1942], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/09/island-of-lost-souls-englandusa-1932.html">Island of Lost Souls</a></b> [1932] and so much more) together on the silver screen,<b>*</b> <b>The Body Snatcher</b> is, simply put, another fine horror film produced <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/224454785/val_ivan_lewton">Val Lewton</a> (7 May 1904 – 14 Mar 1951) during his short but productive period as a producer at RKO. Lewton was appointed head producer of B films at RKO in 1942 and, by his departure in 1946, he had released some eleven such films, only two of which — <b>Mademoiselle Fifi </b>(1944 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRl5e3c4a1s&ab_channel=Karamazov">full film</a>) and <b>Youth Runs Wild</b> (1944 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2wQdqtJdAU&ab_channel=%D0%92%D0%B0%D0%B9%D0%BD%D0%B0%D1%85%D0%9B%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B0">trailer</a>) — fall completely outside the realm of "horror". <b>The Body Snatcher</b> is one of his final triad of films at RKO prior to his being let go, and was followed by <b>The Isle of Dead </b>(1945 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fI4D8KokkWg&ab_channel=ScreenboundPictures">trailer</a>) and <b>Bedlam</b> (1946); all three atmospheric films feature Boris Karloff as the headlining star. </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GQlkvM3GMdK8aOEwIYckrQl6WgvsJYDn7YeUwJLt7oZY9ovZazKNaE8nT8L6NKnon6FTfW66yw1FhyphenhyphenWTEduS3ystUQImYou-1_q6wL0k6g2__ozf02IstIkwjgFx_VQdbH4US_FfVAt8AybxD7UGhwWHvWelDBFehHI8PRwFx-W-pLOOIi_05jNyDw/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GQlkvM3GMdK8aOEwIYckrQl6WgvsJYDn7YeUwJLt7oZY9ovZazKNaE8nT8L6NKnon6FTfW66yw1FhyphenhyphenWTEduS3ystUQImYou-1_q6wL0k6g2__ozf02IstIkwjgFx_VQdbH4US_FfVAt8AybxD7UGhwWHvWelDBFehHI8PRwFx-W-pLOOIi_05jNyDw/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-15.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">The other seven are: <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7049002/edgar-g_-ulmer">Edgar G Ulmer</a>'s early classic <b>The Black Cat</b> (1934 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ke1sxaq5_s&ab_channel=ChelseaRialtoStudios">faux trailer</a>), <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6239259/karl-freund">Karl Freund</a>'s <b>Gift of Gab</b> (1934 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUSyG2fNVpk&ab_channel=GroovyMovies">full movie</a>), which almost doesn't count as their (separate and short) appearances are (seriously) a joke (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1L0r8hrXU0&ab_channel=GroovyStuff">scene</a>), <b>The Raven </b>(1935 / <a href="https://www.imdb.com/video/vi3382493977/?playlistId=tt0026912&ref_=tt_pr_ov_vi">trailer</a>), <b>The Invisible Ray</b> (1936 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RZv6uLdZzM&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>), <b>Son of Frankenstein </b>(1939 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WEU89n1NAI&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>You'll Find Out</b> (1940 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GE5Y4misvw&ab_channel=TerrorMovieTrailers">trailer</a>), and <b>Black Friday</b> (1940 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AL2dakkDP8s&ab_channel=Eurekaentertainment">trailer</a>).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRONbksB5opveAVYVMdrWmSfDtlPDjtEZiF6R-PVJNcIahE3QRZadMxGw1my5gM_dHTAHtPraYU4x1OEeIvsfbYs5dzrofrVzjtVF3R3zdYOsPVDs6c98xJPzS-xfMyOg81pbvtjlz_O9VQjrP3CCU7XVNDnLdXVx214OGs8sprS3IhInC7tL8sVU2A/s1024/0_Der-Leichendieb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="718" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRONbksB5opveAVYVMdrWmSfDtlPDjtEZiF6R-PVJNcIahE3QRZadMxGw1my5gM_dHTAHtPraYU4x1OEeIvsfbYs5dzrofrVzjtVF3R3zdYOsPVDs6c98xJPzS-xfMyOg81pbvtjlz_O9VQjrP3CCU7XVNDnLdXVx214OGs8sprS3IhInC7tL8sVU2A/s320/0_Der-Leichendieb.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Body Snatcher</i></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lJO0BImGChY" width="320" youtube-src-id="lJO0BImGChY"></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Based loosely on a short story by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/3770/robert_louis-stevenson" target="_blank">Robert Louis Stevenson</a> (3 Nov 1850 – 3 Dec 1894) originally published in 1884, the script to <b>The Body Snatcher</b> was written by <a href="https://grandestgame.wordpress.com/list-of-authors/philip-macdonald/">Philip MacDonald</a> (5 Nov 1901 — 10 Dec 1980)<b>*</b> and "Carlos Keith", otherwise known as Val Lewton. Wisely enough, they kept the story's original setting and time, delivering a leisurely paced narrative punctuated by well-timed moments of unpleasantness and/or horror.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgeGqEleTyKSsfSiZY7SephMkKkFbytMg0th_qOwj7RSFrcUz7ZIu29KQw7DPu9ovuBlgp-Tea0g6AFN25jh6O03b_oxHDJLjaNAnfDjX7u_5C_hInKrH11HT2vHVmGrgQ3vw3Me78tgCXkIoexcJRsT1QOz5M_POYW6_1RdJEdWQU3KWAGbrgzvLjg/s800/0_BodySnatcher.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgeGqEleTyKSsfSiZY7SephMkKkFbytMg0th_qOwj7RSFrcUz7ZIu29KQw7DPu9ovuBlgp-Tea0g6AFN25jh6O03b_oxHDJLjaNAnfDjX7u_5C_hInKrH11HT2vHVmGrgQ3vw3Me78tgCXkIoexcJRsT1QOz5M_POYW6_1RdJEdWQU3KWAGbrgzvLjg/s320/0_BodySnatcher.webp" width="320" /></a></div>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Other credits of MacDonald include the kiddy film <b>Tobor the Great </b>(1954 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/ttg4353451103">full film</a>); <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14963617/mickey-spillane">Mickey Spillane</a>'s early attempt to become a screen actor, <b>Ring of Fear</b> (1954 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/ring-of-fear-1954">full film</a>), the early catfishing neo-noir <b>Strangers in the Night</b> (1944 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zT7SIWHbg10&ab_channel=FullMoonMatinee">full film</a>), and Hitchcock's <b>Rebecca </b>(1940 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YqFImp2xx8&ab_channel=CinemaOutpost">trailer</a>).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgsTt8WvVuDcSznghlERAUfT8fI5aCEz09g7aLTbX5mPwZ-V-MM3cueZ4mCIU2dent06wNra8IQ0fAZ1iBnlD4EFi1a3IQpUPCiGHPqmWMRYhNOupCVIEu-FooMYkFmj9IonDC8rVN-51omo9DjuepO-B80PzFrEkEhqltIGMrAKlmtqpyHQ58Exb9w/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgsTt8WvVuDcSznghlERAUfT8fI5aCEz09g7aLTbX5mPwZ-V-MM3cueZ4mCIU2dent06wNra8IQ0fAZ1iBnlD4EFi1a3IQpUPCiGHPqmWMRYhNOupCVIEu-FooMYkFmj9IonDC8rVN-51omo9DjuepO-B80PzFrEkEhqltIGMrAKlmtqpyHQ58Exb9w/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-4.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A tidy little period piece, <b>The Body Snatcher</b> takes the character names of Stevenson's tale but liberally changes many aspects of the story, adding a time-padding character or two — like the maid (and secret wife) Meg Camden (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7531021/edith-atwater">Edith Atwater</a> [22 Apr 1911 – 14 Mar 1986] of <b>Strait-Jacket</b> [1964 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9n8BnNL03GY&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>] and <b>Die Sister, Die! </b>[1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luVuf2rjDS0&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>]), a sympathetic woman whose primary function is to explain things we need to know or play Cassandra — and even an entire new secondary subplot, that of pretty widow Mrs. Marsh (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/20198/rita-corday">Rita Corday</a> [20 Oct 1920 – 23 Nov 1992] of <b>The Black Castle</b> [1952 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t94kCRsINBo&ab_channel=FlashbackCinema">full movie</a>] and her paraplegic daughter Georgina (<a href="https://www.telegraph.co.uk/obituaries/2022/01/31/sharyn-moffett-hollywood-child-star-best-known-cary-grants-daughter/">Sharyn Moffett</a> [12 Sept 1936 – 23 Dec 2021]). They come to Edinburgh in the hope that Dr. Wolfe "Toddy" MacFarlane (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6811376/henry-daniell">Henry Daniell</a> [5 March 1894 – 31 October 1963] of <b>From the Earth to the Moon </b>[1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS4AT4mFvKE&ab_channel=VintageSciFi">trailer</a>] and <b>The Four Skulls of Jonathan Drake </b>[1959 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGWxH-dXes0&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]) might be able to help Georgina, and though Dr. MacFarlane says he would be able to, the rather stiff and supercilious doctor refuses to do so, on the grounds that his activities as an instructor are more important than helping the little girl. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0CC6_Qo3LRSMDI_F2lLO1CcaFArbLuRNLxZSymyuqtXwLD9WB11_dAnnxLw4TpIoVpOZHYnAt5nMswtdOdtsYqln4Px4093TsuYpfcpWMRAsjuqNjPfge_jcHEfaAwreRf_jjCH6ksJh7OTmc_F5Zk1U3awWjwXecv7iKni3rS22DuZEBp8zuFPaCw/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0CC6_Qo3LRSMDI_F2lLO1CcaFArbLuRNLxZSymyuqtXwLD9WB11_dAnnxLw4TpIoVpOZHYnAt5nMswtdOdtsYqln4Px4093TsuYpfcpWMRAsjuqNjPfge_jcHEfaAwreRf_jjCH6ksJh7OTmc_F5Zk1U3awWjwXecv7iKni3rS22DuZEBp8zuFPaCw/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-5.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">This, actually, is one of the diffuse reasons the young Donald Fettes (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/17103093/russell-wade">Russell Wade</a> [21 Jun 1917 – 9 Dec 2006] of <b>The Ghost Ship</b> [1943 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DS7WN2VaWfM&ab_channel=TimDeForest">scene</a>] and the rather pointless <b>A Game of Death</b> [1945 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jff8ii9HsHk&ab_channel=OldMoviesAreGreat">full movie</a>]) inexplicably remains as MacFarlane's assistant long after he knows he should leave. Fettes learns rather early on that MacFarlane procures the corpses for his anatomy classes from the coachman cum body snatcher John Gray (Karloff), and is soon enough irrefutably confronted by the fact that Gray is not above killing for a body. But despite Fettes' oft-verbalized intentions to quit his position and the school, he never really manages to do so – indeed, towards the end of the film, he even assists MacFarlane in snatching a buried body.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqeeRhCvYtBnR9w6uXWWwQcu3ePek6Tgwb20TOz951dtKWaZ6Y4bbQInRyLm2eBtPhXUoVF3vO5_EScDguV9VRT5aX7BuCZlgoWWB3fVzldUs0QLhzotAACaln1vxHmTQmvZQeAqCjfVParwKKVe3ls7r6FPk6_Rk8XcmBPRZ1p1gQVfDiyChYiVu7Ew/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqeeRhCvYtBnR9w6uXWWwQcu3ePek6Tgwb20TOz951dtKWaZ6Y4bbQInRyLm2eBtPhXUoVF3vO5_EScDguV9VRT5aX7BuCZlgoWWB3fVzldUs0QLhzotAACaln1vxHmTQmvZQeAqCjfVParwKKVe3ls7r6FPk6_Rk8XcmBPRZ1p1gQVfDiyChYiVu7Ew/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-6.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>The Body Snatcher</b> opens with a few stock footage shots to establish the location of Edinburgh (don't look too closely, or you might notice a few truly modern automobiles for 1831), and for the most part the interior scenes and the exterior sets (the latter left over from RKO's <b>The Hunchback of Notre Dame</b> [1939 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoHbHMhRXJA&ab_channel=ScreenboundPictures">trailer</a>]) do a decent job for conveying if not Edinburgh than at least Europe. (The notable exception here, of course, are the scenes set on a noticeably painted and fake set; the low budget of the film is never so obvious as in those moments.) Considering that the whole narrative is set in Edinburgh, however, the movie features surprisingly few Scottish accents — one, to be exact: that of the aged, grieving mother Fettes meets in the cemetery, but then, she was played by a real Scot, the seldom-credited character actress <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11834123/mary-gordon">Mary Gordon</a> (16 May 1882 – 23 August 1963), a woman best known as Mrs. Hudson, the landlady and housekeeper to Universal's <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/855/basil-rathbone" target="_blank">Basil Rathbone</a> Sherlock Holmes films.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyppfL6dgMkMooxGVJ2VRCr2qOjmg4myu5lmIv4AXAQr0VVXYa7bwx5fDnIdM9g7-SfbXdrb6z7w7kFOKeB_2Le44ow2Dz3HmwxZzmk8MOjgOOzMZEtFoIAtOyj34pYZ96uilbaA4A1GqmYeUA2nD5mZ_D8ubIJN39TVJL80q1nDpQzel33BNk-ltLg/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyppfL6dgMkMooxGVJ2VRCr2qOjmg4myu5lmIv4AXAQr0VVXYa7bwx5fDnIdM9g7-SfbXdrb6z7w7kFOKeB_2Le44ow2Dz3HmwxZzmk8MOjgOOzMZEtFoIAtOyj34pYZ96uilbaA4A1GqmYeUA2nD5mZ_D8ubIJN39TVJL80q1nDpQzel33BNk-ltLg/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Accents and Russell Wade's rather flaccid and shallow portrayal of Fettes aside, however, <b>The Body Snatchers </b>is a well-acted movie. Henry Daniell makes a convincing Dr. MacFarlane, giving him layers that make the character far more than just a self-important, upper-class blowhard; while the viewer might be put off by his attitude and arguments, his sincerity of cause often shines through and that does make him a tad more sympathetic than he deserves to be. Bela Lugosi, despite his secondary position on the film posters and prominence in the film's trailer, has probably around five or six minutes screen time at best as Joseph, the somewhat simple-minded janitor of Dr. MacFarlane's school. Skulking around the school hardly takes acting chops, but he holds himself well during the important scene at Gray's home and is subsequently the focus of one of the film's shock scenes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Bela Lugosi's Dead</i> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>by Bauhaus:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OKRJfIPiJGY" width="320" youtube-src-id="OKRJfIPiJGY"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As for Boris Karloff, well, in <b>The Body Snatcher </b>he truly delivers a tour-de-force performance as John Gray. When introduced, he is all smarm and convincingly child-friendly as he delivers Mrs. Marsh and Georgina to the doctor's door, but the split-second change in facial expression that occurs when Meg Camden opens the door and gives him an icy look already does wonders in revealing what he actually is as a person: an erudite and smiling but cold and merciless killer, and a vengeful narcissist consumed by hate — and intelligent, not only enough to know that he is all that, but capable of seeing into people for what they are, as he ably proves during his aggressive verbal takedown of Dr. MacFarlane at the local inn. Gray is scary, and not the type of man you would want to have to have dealings with, and it is somehow believable that were it possible to reach from the darkness of death to get revenge, he would be one to do so. Whether he actually does so, however, is more or less left to the viewer to decide.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XLqdPl0X5zRO-dikUibn05I-NWJpvsj5_LPXTCEbhq-y9XKs3RJ8cU3F7dkCWdGNOErrGIfWFxJn82U3b81kmC7e7jyQsXIEZQzGMMs9BJue4T6KtcnWutsyJxULLJbVFM1N51-djnB5QmjMf1GizgJwy3k93MgX3P9twc2tX42ZXTXWaxZrTRU19w/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XLqdPl0X5zRO-dikUibn05I-NWJpvsj5_LPXTCEbhq-y9XKs3RJ8cU3F7dkCWdGNOErrGIfWFxJn82U3b81kmC7e7jyQsXIEZQzGMMs9BJue4T6KtcnWutsyJxULLJbVFM1N51-djnB5QmjMf1GizgJwy3k93MgX3P9twc2tX42ZXTXWaxZrTRU19w/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-7.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Like most Lewton productions, most of the horror and menace found in <b>The Body Snatcher</b> is subdued or inferred or situational, but the film does get a bit more physical than typical of Lewton during the two fight scenes and then definitely tosses all restraint out the window during the final scene in a horse-drawn coach. A truly memorable scene that is more than just a nod to the original short story, though in this film the resolution turns more towards the psychological (and the concept of one's own inner demons) than Stevenson's original tale, the resolution of which sits squarely in the supernatural. Despite whatever changes, however, the resolution as found in the movie is nevertheless visually horrific and chilling — who can watch the movement of the corpse's arms without cringing? — and it is easy to see how that scene (among others) caused subsequent censorship problems. In England, in fact, they pretty much cut the crux of that climactic coach scene out, which surely rendered the film a head-scratcher.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZBOW7eo_1H3C8PfEsHytWfRbBoAOxXomPWADuAun1PIjLit6OzcBI8VY7whQFAK-xQKfeiRuKOpZQtuS-CjGcIrfr4QaQlLGUnWS3DWquuN_GOIT-Vmh69s_5-1DzTdqAtGKD9FHpEuhaUa2YiUxT_Xcat-fdpSwigL7CRKmSOyMYkgfwllKDZJX3w/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-24.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZBOW7eo_1H3C8PfEsHytWfRbBoAOxXomPWADuAun1PIjLit6OzcBI8VY7whQFAK-xQKfeiRuKOpZQtuS-CjGcIrfr4QaQlLGUnWS3DWquuN_GOIT-Vmh69s_5-1DzTdqAtGKD9FHpEuhaUa2YiUxT_Xcat-fdpSwigL7CRKmSOyMYkgfwllKDZJX3w/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-24.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Lewton made a wise decision when he handed the directorial duties to future four-time Oscar winner <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11750517/robert-wise">Robert Wise</a> (10 Sept 1914 – 14 Sept 2005), who by then had already proven his directorial capabilities at RKO when he took over the directorial duties of <b>The Curse of the Cat</b> <b>People </b>(1944 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpPzGWALrtI&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>) and subsequently made Lewton's only RKO flop, <b>Mademoiselle Fifi</b> (1944).<b>*</b> Aside from the good performance he elicits from his cast, he also gives the "action" scenes a sense of urgency and violence, and also manages to deliver a few truly beautifully tragic and terrible scenes of subtle horror, the best of which involves the blind, singing street beggar (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/236988866/donna-lee">Donna Lee</a> [17 Jan 1930 – 3 Apr 2011], whose limited roughly five-film career of uncredited parts began with RKO's <b>A Face in the Fog</b> [1936 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNQTgib7_nY&ab_channel=GroovyMovies">full movie</a>] and ended with <b>Bedlam </b>[1946]) walking into the darkness of a narrow passage with Gray's horse and buggy following soon behind. One sees nothing, but darkness and sudden silence hits harder than anything that might have been shown.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxJl6yeQNXntv0zXaF9VjbUVj0kuO3UAFDZHb0inJ8FNMkfuB-fBxF_m6zR-GN_0n0KUO5Ab5-VHlGTgoTBhsMC58aDz5jEMT0yufBP9JEKy-8yZ7kMYBv2fHBJSlbkIyMpmXPXZFkPVvy5cgAazIpZdTnxbWvEhXGT7sjxO7XtPrh_w1i63SyOuhkw/s768/The_Body_Snatcher-29.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxJl6yeQNXntv0zXaF9VjbUVj0kuO3UAFDZHb0inJ8FNMkfuB-fBxF_m6zR-GN_0n0KUO5Ab5-VHlGTgoTBhsMC58aDz5jEMT0yufBP9JEKy-8yZ7kMYBv2fHBJSlbkIyMpmXPXZFkPVvy5cgAazIpZdTnxbWvEhXGT7sjxO7XtPrh_w1i63SyOuhkw/s320/The_Body_Snatcher-29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">He went on to make two film faves of <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i>, <b>The Day the Earth Stood Still </b>(1951 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51JoEE_znyI&ab_channel=RetroAlexander">trailer</a>) and <b>The Haunting</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeAzGxWlEcg&ab_channel=frightism">trailer</a>), and has a filmic oeuvre that spans from the divisive forgotten like <b>Born to Kill</b> (1947 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KltT_rTDYx4&ab_channel=DERANGEDL.A.CRIMES">full movie</a>) to the divisive famous like <b>The Sound of Music </b>(1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UY6uw3WpPzY&ab_channel=FoxFamilyEntertainment">trailer</a>).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis99prEA7wV-3czbFRNaShEYjxv4gGmpSxQsybIi8lb6EPBnoKzB4Sx5Hv4TreQQtNybNCkT7bixY0KSKA747ml9C93HnHBk75leIzdWH8-fT0ezxD-LxLUBmpz14GfHxWoeXQEf_XzHy6knBEjKkNUUYo8oubD6Wf65wLdDoerdxkxfa3s9yx3kcHfQ/s768/titolo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis99prEA7wV-3czbFRNaShEYjxv4gGmpSxQsybIi8lb6EPBnoKzB4Sx5Hv4TreQQtNybNCkT7bixY0KSKA747ml9C93HnHBk75leIzdWH8-fT0ezxD-LxLUBmpz14GfHxWoeXQEf_XzHy6knBEjKkNUUYo8oubD6Wf65wLdDoerdxkxfa3s9yx3kcHfQ/s320/titolo.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Fans of yesteryear's horror cannot go wrong with <b>The Body Snatcher</b>: it is an enthralling, well-made horror film that keeps you watching from the start until the end, ably assisted by some great direction and a fantastic Boris Karloff. And that is what makes it a good movie for anyone with a penchant for older films — but face it, if the only kind of horror films you like are first cousins to, say, Freddy or Jason or Michael Myers films, then you should give this class act a wide berth.</span></div> Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-80753927183930235802024-03-06T09:40:00.002+01:002024-03-06T09:40:53.153+01:00Autopsy: A Love Story (Aridzona, 2002) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvAx0I_zv_1p_g0TkLlHWrCfxc0_SzXvHLGvm_rLpz6VqlMOHAu1CPGBvVcECoK1DY6rGFua_-KBCJFcEK1-6Cw2zFUhAUR_7I2FYUZE-nLzPf3CCBKOFRNzh12DvTRExhUL1ffaSKIIb-nA3CVxisd2Zyhwgzv75-jsq8_9r0xQZ9KRHiBiJY_oilQ/s360/Autopsy_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvAx0I_zv_1p_g0TkLlHWrCfxc0_SzXvHLGvm_rLpz6VqlMOHAu1CPGBvVcECoK1DY6rGFua_-KBCJFcEK1-6Cw2zFUhAUR_7I2FYUZE-nLzPf3CCBKOFRNzh12DvTRExhUL1ffaSKIIb-nA3CVxisd2Zyhwgzv75-jsq8_9r0xQZ9KRHiBiJY_oilQ/s320/Autopsy_1.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Okay, we'll admit it: dunno how we did it, but when we procured the DVD to this film here, we actually though that we were getting a copy of that ancient slice of Eurotrash, Armando Crispino's 1975 horror flick <b>Autopsy</b>, a.k.a. <b>The Victim and Corpse</b> and, in Italian, <b>Macchie solari</b> ("<b>Sunspots</b>"). Our bad: instead, we got this newer and definitely far more low-budget independent flick from the state of Aridzona that is far less horror than black comedy — not that we laughed all that much.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjAK3J3myG6VMC4XTXCt8Du0gU7w8rRqr8Muz03YW3trC8mT2zYGxsLjQAuU0wOB8hSmYuXukaZPULKujWARyDzp3Jq9C8DF63rqcfvVHHDRb-ACrPPpyaYpWNZZ-Vuaj4nDogiOEwya0Ft6_1dhpKx-vlJnw-aNZDSyEOjz-Ag9qqWZlJIzLHX7edA/s907/Autopsy_Italo.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="630" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjAK3J3myG6VMC4XTXCt8Du0gU7w8rRqr8Muz03YW3trC8mT2zYGxsLjQAuU0wOB8hSmYuXukaZPULKujWARyDzp3Jq9C8DF63rqcfvVHHDRb-ACrPPpyaYpWNZZ-Vuaj4nDogiOEwya0Ft6_1dhpKx-vlJnw-aNZDSyEOjz-Ag9qqWZlJIzLHX7edA/s320/Autopsy_Italo.webp" width="222" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Armando Crispino's <i>Autopsy</i>:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/m2U6uYln3aY" width="320" youtube-src-id="m2U6uYln3aY"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">If life were film school, than the Aridzona-based, independent <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=caBFBbpD5B0">Guy Crawford</a> would deserve an A for concept: as the title already reveals, the movie takes on a pretty extreme topic that needs some balls to approach<b>*</b> and that, at least for some folk (you know who you are), definitely whets the curiosity. Unluckily, when it comes to execution, the film never rises above an F- and, as a result, <b>Autopsy: A Love Story</b> flounders badly and wallows deeply within the lower realms of a D filmdom. If one watches it to the final scene, one does so less because the surprisingly restrained (for its topic) movie is actually watchable than because one is simply curious to see how sloppy of a bow the narrative is going to be tied into. (Or, as in the case of our weekly Bad-Film Night, because the sacred rule is "What goes into the DVD player, stays in the DVD player" — the "until the end" is a given.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGjimDbpUB9dRc2TchbRFKSY5k0VS2mpHbBlngaohiCNFdMou8G0YmE_HoL2IFx_p94-DyXbWrrn_VF_nkyhhDaQ4ZOBhrwRN4LDq2BNjGVnG__VaKxMG6EchyWwvJWf6il6tOfPXoSeVdtrbQruo176eksVDZtfl55Swg1iX-2fcL4CM2x5WWDnCIQ/s1280/Autopsy.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGjimDbpUB9dRc2TchbRFKSY5k0VS2mpHbBlngaohiCNFdMou8G0YmE_HoL2IFx_p94-DyXbWrrn_VF_nkyhhDaQ4ZOBhrwRN4LDq2BNjGVnG__VaKxMG6EchyWwvJWf6il6tOfPXoSeVdtrbQruo176eksVDZtfl55Swg1iX-2fcL4CM2x5WWDnCIQ/s320/Autopsy.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">For other people who had balls, check out the arty Canadian film <b>Kissed </b>(1996 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AakbRH_71gE">trailer</a>), or the wonderfully sleazy grindhouse classic <b>Love Me Deadly</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9Cn9N7t2n8">trailer</a>) or Lamberto Bava's Eurotrash anti-classic, <b>Macabro </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V64FlkjCAs">trailer</a>), not to mention Riccardo Freda's <b>The Horrible Secret of Dr Hichcock </b>(1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJKDQUBXMw4&ab_channel=Film%26Clips" target="_blank">full movie</a>), all of which are better in one way or the other.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyw8tmTbQkR_HhK6Z_rSB59rEcD122fqe9-2157OonnexzFRLkzNqLXIcbI2MNI_AMpPWKhikNVbv7j9wXe8v_zVVuF8tkSe0azx6nRi1xfEx4rciOw-u31duqq_NIzrwIe81SFkbw42JwF6yWL1BiFpu-cz5VjtejVallwjUs4cshZE2aiC5N7kkEQ/s3199/Autopsy-A-Love-Story_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2142" data-original-width="3199" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyw8tmTbQkR_HhK6Z_rSB59rEcD122fqe9-2157OonnexzFRLkzNqLXIcbI2MNI_AMpPWKhikNVbv7j9wXe8v_zVVuF8tkSe0azx6nRi1xfEx4rciOw-u31duqq_NIzrwIe81SFkbw42JwF6yWL1BiFpu-cz5VjtejVallwjUs4cshZE2aiC5N7kkEQ/s320/Autopsy-A-Love-Story_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Autopsy: A Love Story</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kUwvxGDBgF0" width="320" youtube-src-id="kUwvxGDBgF0"></iframe><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span></b><br /></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As if often the case, the trailer (above) is better than the movie itself. Quick and to the point, its selling phrase/tagline deserves an Oscar. As it says, Charlie Bickle (John Mills) has a problem: he has met the girl of his dreams, but she died three days previously. She drowned, in fact: a suicide, we see in the film how she (Dina Osmussen</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">), an attractive gal in what might qualify as a semi-sexy negligee, pops some pills and sinks to the bottom of the filled bathtub.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> That she spends three days there, however, is hardly likely, for even if the water were cold she would be bloated and floating, and the water dirtied by the involuntary release of things that get released when the sphincter and other such muscles or organs relax in death. But who wants to let facts like that stand in the way of a love story based on immediate (if one-way) attraction? </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Unluckily, she is not very convincing as a corpse, never coming close to the level of verisimilitude achieved, for example, by the much more nude Olwen Kelly (as "Jane Doe") in the straight-out supernatural horror movie <b>The Autopsy of Jane Doe</b> (2016/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtTAhXuiRTc">trailer</a>).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexUJcFhfzahkwDaec0X86DGl3r3BZL5jVLwggWbS7Uang_n3Q70rp0EYOjzmqAuUeAIVNnpeyG3DRXW0hycb3tjXOd6k4UEYCgq9SSkYWP1G3hbTSlU1oX9JCa_2s7ZQXZFx1iarobpjrahMGD7DPvKUXappHUK6HwDmo3o9SY8XTE_pQyS9Ak7rI4g/s640/Autopsy_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="640" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexUJcFhfzahkwDaec0X86DGl3r3BZL5jVLwggWbS7Uang_n3Q70rp0EYOjzmqAuUeAIVNnpeyG3DRXW0hycb3tjXOd6k4UEYCgq9SSkYWP1G3hbTSlU1oX9JCa_2s7ZQXZFx1iarobpjrahMGD7DPvKUXappHUK6HwDmo3o9SY8XTE_pQyS9Ak7rI4g/s320/Autopsy_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">That Charlie even "meets" Jane (as in: Jane Doe) has to do with his job at the sleazy morgue he works at, run by the choleric Dr Dale Brodsky (Joe Estevez<b>*</b>). Here, again, the mechanics of the industry is presented from the angle of truthiness rather than fact. For example, though Dr Brodsky supposedly has a lively trade in human organs, the bodies lie around for periods of time that makes tall internal organs suitable for little more than a compost heap.<b>**</b> Likewise, bodies resulting from a suspicious death — did Jane "Bathtub" Doe die of suicide or was she drowned? — generally require an autopsy by a coroner, and despite the film's title and the removal of the same pile of offal from a few different bodies, no actual autopsies are performed. </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkb0fRtJ-MovLL_cSFElkTcdytFhJTP-N33c20LiXFhAkoZXKMMK5b-eKyVCnNPal6c4LZVOUCX_AM0ZRQyS4jGCknO1Hoac5HscDWghsDDMaDrtGVErxiwiLWzPauKXM1t59gdZYLegAIGi92fsVXyVsRfxg0_h4u0G9EIwkrGgigwHq1v7OHKmSkQ/s613/Autopsy_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="613" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkb0fRtJ-MovLL_cSFElkTcdytFhJTP-N33c20LiXFhAkoZXKMMK5b-eKyVCnNPal6c4LZVOUCX_AM0ZRQyS4jGCknO1Hoac5HscDWghsDDMaDrtGVErxiwiLWzPauKXM1t59gdZYLegAIGi92fsVXyVsRfxg0_h4u0G9EIwkrGgigwHq1v7OHKmSkQ/s320/Autopsy_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">There is a reason why more people have heard of his brother, Martin Sheen, than of Joe Estévez, and it's not just because Martin took on an Anglo Saxon name and entered the biz roughly 18 years earlier: Martin usually can act, Joe usually cannot – which explains his continuous presence in B, C, D and Z films. In <b>Autopsy: A Love Story</b>, he comes across as if he is working less from scripted dialogue than riffing from a vague plot outline.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>**</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Organs that could even possibly be sold (illegally or legally) for subsequent transplantation need to be transplanted within a timeframe of, for example, 4 to 6 hours (heart and lungs), 8 to 12 hours (liver), or 24 to 36 hours (kidneys).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBswcDmzQHjB8G95CexS3HeYL2vToLJYBdCH7Jq9GqxX-nWHyAG6GfbPfKifDHAK9XR3MJd9M7l8CkCBLe7gXv36WDgnhaLPIXwnHQ-zpnQATizzh7GcjGlHdZUEO4ns8q9zniPe70YSXiy3LaCvu6y-hL2Ugu-qAM5yMU_xcSs63frqDhiogF1HfzxA/s715/Autopsy_2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="715" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBswcDmzQHjB8G95CexS3HeYL2vToLJYBdCH7Jq9GqxX-nWHyAG6GfbPfKifDHAK9XR3MJd9M7l8CkCBLe7gXv36WDgnhaLPIXwnHQ-zpnQATizzh7GcjGlHdZUEO4ns8q9zniPe70YSXiy3LaCvu6y-hL2Ugu-qAM5yMU_xcSs63frqDhiogF1HfzxA/s320/Autopsy_2.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">And as for the slice and dicing, but for one quick scene that seems to use real operation footage, the little (notably pointless) vivisection done is performed by Charlie, the morgue's Guy Friday handyman. Okay, some states don not require that a coroner has a medical degree (dunno about Aridzona), but Charlie is definitely more a janitor kind of guy.<br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmsr5ih5w46bmJ4EImKnuImy5xjwR0ZCo5hu-jiKLj826Z1hH-uT4ScBWNDgwd9UK05ZrctES3salZXQDk1yATZW4XOgePAsdf872gG_tADTmTt7qof-4FfitywH3N5dIPEbybU97f3_Cw0y7pSVFogiUDITflaq8HfKNv2hh-Ldb2QnNlPIMOUb2Qg/s1280/Autopsy_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmsr5ih5w46bmJ4EImKnuImy5xjwR0ZCo5hu-jiKLj826Z1hH-uT4ScBWNDgwd9UK05ZrctES3salZXQDk1yATZW4XOgePAsdf872gG_tADTmTt7qof-4FfitywH3N5dIPEbybU97f3_Cw0y7pSVFogiUDITflaq8HfKNv2hh-Ldb2QnNlPIMOUb2Qg/s320/Autopsy_4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Autopsy </b>also agitates in a world in 99% of the dead remain unclaimed and no one cares what happens to body: up until the arrival of Jane Doe's living twin sister Jill, no family ever comes around to view any of the dead or claim any given body for burial or cremation or donation to <i><a href="https://bodyworlds.com/exhibitions/" target="_blank">Body Worlds</a></i>. For a narrative set within the world of morgues and coroners and corpses, the apparently shot-on-video movie displays surprisingly deep ignorance of the business and dead people.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2zF5IhpufNsyQfWDRB61zq49bAziR9wP4d0w7rcxgcgnRPPI0fYDuf4phaltMaxeE-5VsyPATMeDskSZqNuuvjuziJFn7nfW_4u97vITNK3DLRfYM94QgsEP-2OBaRiOf8bWZFXqd9IJ3nxi-gcFlY6Bh_jl7Hs7O5Uhbsjsw6gqa0tIZ7onIXKK3Q/s716/Autopsy_1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="716" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2zF5IhpufNsyQfWDRB61zq49bAziR9wP4d0w7rcxgcgnRPPI0fYDuf4phaltMaxeE-5VsyPATMeDskSZqNuuvjuziJFn7nfW_4u97vITNK3DLRfYM94QgsEP-2OBaRiOf8bWZFXqd9IJ3nxi-gcFlY6Bh_jl7Hs7O5Uhbsjsw6gqa0tIZ7onIXKK3Q/s320/Autopsy_1.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Autopsy: A Love Story</b> — to an extent, like many Crawford directorial projects (see, for example <b>The Catcher</b> [1998 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4sPhRXI4FQ">trailer</a>],<b>*</b> <b>Starved</b> [1999 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcW_y1Snf2k&ab_channel=TripsyTrailers">trailer</a>] and <b>Dark Places</b> [2005 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss8pWDIqKOg">trailer</a>]) — is hampered by a mundane directorial eye, an extremely lazy script, an obvious lack of budget, laughable "gore" and make-up, and the thespian non-talents of a barely palatable cast of family and friends and a Z-actor. In turn, <b>Autopsy </b>is also sorely undermined by a noticeable lack of laughs for a black comedy. Most of the few that do occur arise from the interaction between the dimwitted Charlie and his demanding, physically handicapped girlfriend Mary (Ginny Harman), and there are a few scenes of Charlie and Jane's relationship in its making that garner a smile, but for the most part the movie leaves you with the feeling of, well, that you're truly wasting roughly 1.5 hours of your life. In the end, there simply isn't enough there to make <b>Autopsy</b> worth bothering. So don't.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Notable for its baseball-bat </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">male </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">rape scene, which luckily (?) does not go too into detail... and calls to our mind a true story of our past, in the days when, if one was not into the bar scene, one used personal ads in newspapers or city mags to meet people instead of websites like <i><a href="https://tinder.com/" target="_blank">Tinder</a></i>. Here in Germany, once upon a time, we put a personal in a city mag for a woman we knew, timed so that we could give her all the collected responses as a birthday present. Dispersed between all the typically vanilla responses, there were also the typical dick picks, which of course made the rounds and instigated great mirth at the party. (Hey, guys: if you think you're dick picks don't get shared, guess again.) But amidst all the uncircumcised European wiener, there was a true show-stopping masterpiece: a picture of dark-skinned, nude and not-lacking young man with a full-sized baseball bat sticking out of his ass (thickest part in), adorned with the statement, <i>Ist doch Kunst, wah?</i> ("It's art, isn't it?"). Oddly enough, his envelope, complete with contents, was the only one to mysteriously disappear that night...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-52449429623643028362024-02-27T10:31:00.000+01:002024-02-27T10:31:37.511+01:00B.o.Y.: The Women of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Part XVIII – Edy Williams, Pt. III (1983-90) <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUm3wpnFgu0SW8_JMz1hx9IQMcp_cDHzZhRQ1UAH7CNxDzZ5zsh6HbgXOKodzR8_eIT73bvKS2sBlfWax1_NRYDHnsT-jK7CZfv6v5Bjm-vy7qi97vdNEoDAC3kXIoBWHsHGGMtYhjaPkIamia5TEp76pNb9bqz_c-zl05-tfvuFtrzoUfOy0Iys39Q/s1500/100_7785.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="1500" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUm3wpnFgu0SW8_JMz1hx9IQMcp_cDHzZhRQ1UAH7CNxDzZ5zsh6HbgXOKodzR8_eIT73bvKS2sBlfWax1_NRYDHnsT-jK7CZfv6v5Bjm-vy7qi97vdNEoDAC3kXIoBWHsHGGMtYhjaPkIamia5TEp76pNb9bqz_c-zl05-tfvuFtrzoUfOy0Iys39Q/s320/100_7785.webp" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dymfAWjCFjmcr_oMTg9Wk2f7lC8S0dJunpFDiLI79oVglrDAcdObP8lPdljzv72ToFxEGigOQyqCd5UTZVoIQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></b></span></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Using unknowns you avoid highly exaggerated salaries and prima donnas</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer">Russ Meyer</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">In case you didn't already know: <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, Russ Meyer's baroque 1967 masterpiece, one of only two movies he ever made for a major Hollywood studio (in this case, Fox), is without a doubt one of the Babest movies ever made. While we have yet to review it here at <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/"><i>a wasted life</i></a> (if we did, we would foam at the mouth in raging rave), we have looked at it before, many times, beginning back in 2011, in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-charles-napier.html">Charles Napier</a></b> (12 Apr 1936 – 5 Oct 2011), and again in 2013 in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review for the Great <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b> (24 Jan 1946 – 10 Aug 2013) — both appear in the film. (Since then, again in virtually every <b>BVD-Babe</b> blog entry listed below.)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>This is not a sequel. There has never been anything like it</i>!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Advertisement tagline</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">In <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b>'s entry, we were wrote, among other things, the following: "Originally intended as a sequel to the 1967 movie version of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6543563/jacqueline-susann" target="_blank">Jacqueline Susann</a>'s novel <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-TXJMKVa_g">trailer</a>), Meyer and co-screenwriter Roger Ebert instead made a Pop Art exploitation satire of the conventions of the modern Hollywood melodrama, written in sarcasm but played straight, complete with a 'moralistic' ending that owes its inspiration to the Manson-inspired murder of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1019/sharon-tate">Sharon Tate</a> and her guests on August 9, 1969. Aside from the movie's absolutely insane plot, the cinematography is also noteworthy — as are the figures of the pneumatic babes that populate the entire movie. For legal reasons, the film starts with the following disclaimer: 'The film you are about to see in not a sequel to <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>. It is wholly original and bears no relationship to real persons, living or dead. It does, like <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>, deal with the oft-times nightmare world of show business but in a different time and context.' [...]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Any movie that Jacqueline Susann thinks would damage her reputation as a writer cannot be all bad</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/114237586/vincent-canby">Vincent Canby</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Russ Meyer films are always populated by amazing <strike>breasts</strike> sights, but <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> literally overflows its cups in an excess of pulchritude that (even if somewhat more demurely covered than in most of his films) lights the fires of any person attracted to women of the curvaceous kind that preceded today's sculptured plasticity. The film is simply Babe Galore.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hEB8Gg5zouhv8wMyElIcCt2GXPzOXtkW8QDWRhaceL2sXlvfODY6Ac6OsfWO3gvyUyLLON9d3Kekp0oznoXkO1bgcmaKuzL6Nn7uXY99A_waY_Ap_fhNzg4OeuXwrYI59ilncxg0985iO2_80owX6vwe6P81eyzaUnefr4YyjPtDJYWCl2plCalOYQ/s1920/beyondvalley3big.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="1920" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hEB8Gg5zouhv8wMyElIcCt2GXPzOXtkW8QDWRhaceL2sXlvfODY6Ac6OsfWO3gvyUyLLON9d3Kekp0oznoXkO1bgcmaKuzL6Nn7uXY99A_waY_Ap_fhNzg4OeuXwrYI59ilncxg0985iO2_80owX6vwe6P81eyzaUnefr4YyjPtDJYWCl2plCalOYQ/s320/beyondvalley3big.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank"><b>Bebe Louie</b></a> & <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank"><b>Phyllis Davis</b></a> in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b></span><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">And so we continue our look at the <strike>flesh</strike> film careers of the <strike>breasts</strike> women of the Babest Film of All Times, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>. The size of the women's <strike>breasts</strike> roles is of lesser importance than the simple fact that they are known to be in it somewhere, and so far we have looked at the <strike>cleavage</strike> known unknowns and mildly knowns in the background and the headlining semi-knowns in the front in eighteen blog entries — with more <strike>breasts</strike> babes to come. Our entries focus on their <strike>nipples</strike> careers in film, if in a meandering manner, and we have slightly more than another half-year to go before we're finished <strike>drooling</strike> with the project.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So far, we have looked at the <strike>T&A</strike> careers of the following:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part I: The Non-babe of Note — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html"><i>Princess Livingston</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part II: Background Babe — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/07/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><i>Jacqulin Cole</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part III: Background Babe — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Bebe Louie</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part IV: Background Babe — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Trina Parks</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part V: Background Babe — <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/10/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><i>Lavelle Roby, Pt. I (1968-76)</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part VI: Background Babe — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/11/boy-background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html"><i>Lavelle Roby. Pt. II (1979-2021)</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part VII: Killer Babe — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Samantha Scott</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part VIII: Background Babe — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><i>Karen Smith</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part IX: Background Babes — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><i>The Five Mysterians</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part X: Background Babe — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><i>Gina Dair</i></a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XI: Background Babe — <i><a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. I (1970-80)</a></i> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XII: Background Babe — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><i>Cissi Colpitts, Pt. II (1981-88)</i></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XIII: BVD — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis, Pt. I (1966-73)</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XIV: BVD — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/boy-babes-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html?zx=8de14ec5ccb455f8">Phyllis Davis, Pt. II (1975-2013)</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XV: </span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Background Babe</span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> —<i> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/11/background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html">Veronica Ericson</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XVI: BVD — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Edy Williams, Pt. I (1963-67)</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XVII: BVD — <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Edy Williams, Pt. II (1968-82)</a></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbhkzL0G82C5AG2W5KpIclClPZxQgCiyQC4P3KA0jisf9B5_C2kd1qn06w1gYa7KHX3U5U6vOUHTIuyWTqhtvYCJlDUtimnhjd_MlptB-IIUZ2mijmPw318F0eTD42-tcQfPFYHUndyC58ZnGtIFlqrW6qinnmYbiBYT7BQGRRAQqHF0cOmPb2_-GnQ/s674/MV5BM2VmOTAyYzAtZmJmOS00MGJmLTliMTAtMDAyNzRiZjE0YjA3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDUyOTUyNQ@@._V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="555" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbhkzL0G82C5AG2W5KpIclClPZxQgCiyQC4P3KA0jisf9B5_C2kd1qn06w1gYa7KHX3U5U6vOUHTIuyWTqhtvYCJlDUtimnhjd_MlptB-IIUZ2mijmPw318F0eTD42-tcQfPFYHUndyC58ZnGtIFlqrW6qinnmYbiBYT7BQGRRAQqHF0cOmPb2_-GnQ/s320/MV5BM2VmOTAyYzAtZmJmOS00MGJmLTliMTAtMDAyNzRiZjE0YjA3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDUyOTUyNQ@@._V1_.jpg" width="264" /></a></div>And now, we continue our a look at Edy Williams, the only woman in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </b>that
can claim to have been married to the movie's director (from 27 June
1970 – 7 Nov 1975). Edwina Beth Williams was born 9 July 1942 in Salt
Lake City, Utah, but grew up in Oregon and Southern California. A model
and beauty contest winner, she eventually signed a multi-year contract
with 20th Century Fox and began appearing regularly in movies and
television, if mostly as background filler. Her first true role of note
is probably her breathy interpretation of Hatrack in <b>The Naked Kiss</b> (1964, see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Part I</a></b>).
Breathy sexiness became the id that became and remained her trademark,
which is perhaps why she remains best known (outside of cult film
circles) as the eternal starlet forever displaying her talents at the
Cannes Film Festival. During the sixties, her career trajectory slowly
worked its way upwards, achieving its highpoint with her double whammy
of Meyer's hit <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> (1970</span><span style="font-family: courier;">, see<b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Part II</a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier;">) and his subsequent flop <b>The Seven Minutes</b>
(1971, see<b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Part II</a></b>). Thereafter, her parts got smaller or more obscure or
cult-oriented. Since 1990, she has pretty much disappeared from the
dimming limelight if not from public. Today, one could well ask
"Whatever happened to Edy Williams?"</span><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Chained Heat</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1983, dir. Paul Nicholas)</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgARbI5HTyBJrSGZ-La4klhybja69TCTpcSC3Yi7ARffhasuGDZhS8pnYXZ4NI0WbnDsiNIAwf7RFC-LKFHRwj3FNVb2ynuFyEHykWmWrTDH1yDGa3HYFzEcu76GrnIENGVUzJga0WzCMSRmVqAmdl3WaEtFV_yA0mEkZ8CcIYIWtdVvPcB89Q-WEug/s700/10_chained-heat_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="489" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgARbI5HTyBJrSGZ-La4klhybja69TCTpcSC3Yi7ARffhasuGDZhS8pnYXZ4NI0WbnDsiNIAwf7RFC-LKFHRwj3FNVb2ynuFyEHykWmWrTDH1yDGa3HYFzEcu76GrnIENGVUzJga0WzCMSRmVqAmdl3WaEtFV_yA0mEkZ8CcIYIWtdVvPcB89Q-WEug/s320/10_chained-heat_5.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>You know what they say in China? They say: ciao</i>!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Lester (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/243598994/henry-silva">Henry Silva</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_A2zrw75ZeS8ZR9pZ0kdD-RT2QYda6wqAGRuboY7LLzP-VZ0iOnLnpvmKJRDa4FbGSftq_wjIn7w8mNzQLAnUxO7D38FA5lJpIpOYfOShEM4UMrd3EJRDAOwrGKZZxm9O-cQG-Timbo3RCqMAZI3aBsWq_ieotwsOE_SyrYJ_b0sDsOQflHAuMqm7A/s906/10_Chained-Heat_1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_A2zrw75ZeS8ZR9pZ0kdD-RT2QYda6wqAGRuboY7LLzP-VZ0iOnLnpvmKJRDa4FbGSftq_wjIn7w8mNzQLAnUxO7D38FA5lJpIpOYfOShEM4UMrd3EJRDAOwrGKZZxm9O-cQG-Timbo3RCqMAZI3aBsWq_ieotwsOE_SyrYJ_b0sDsOQflHAuMqm7A/s320/10_Chained-Heat_1b.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">If you exclude her non-appearance in <b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington </b>(1977, see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Part II</a></b>), it took eight years before Edy Williams had another "real" film role. The real star of this German-American production is, of course, Linda Blair (of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/hell-night-usa-1981.html">Hell Night</a></b> [1981]), who does her first nude scenes in the movie, including that WIP mainstay: a topless shower scene. Other great cult names are also present: <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10424647/john-vernon">John Vernon</a>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/249573668/stella-stevens">Stella Stevens</a>, Sybal Danning, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/243598994/henry-silva">Henry Silva</a> (of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligator-usa-1980.html"><b>Alligator</b></a> [1980], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/12/lust-in-dust-usa-1985.html">Lust in the Dust</a></b> [1984] and so much more), <i>Penthouse </i>Pet <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Monique_Gabrielle">Monique Gabrielle</a>, and the great <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/16001029/tamara-dobson">Tamara Dobson</a> ([14 May 1947 – 2 Oct 2006] of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/cleopatra-jones-usa-1973.html"><b>Cleopatra Jones</b></a> [1973]), who has a sizable role in what (sadly) proved to be her last film appearance. The film did well enough to get a non-related sequel: <b>Chained Heat II</b> (1993 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkYnJesBvdA&ab_channel=films411">trailer</a>) with Brigitte Nielsen (of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/05/red-sonja-italy-usa-1985.html">Red Sonja</a></b> [1985]), as well as some half dozen other flicks that simply added "<b>Chained Heat</b>" to their titles, clickbait-like. None of the subsequent films were directed by German bad-film director Paul Nicholas (a.k.a. Lutz Schaarwächter), but he did do another WIP film later, <b>The Naked Cage </b>(1986 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPwMWEp-kro&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>), populated by no-names instead of cult faves. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjX4HGEmLP3JR1FcM6Lm7t80dpnAivtGm9atlDL_ZCP1D06yX989fMTVBS0PCeIdbYqvKXYBhEA4zTAdtALeUZCGErTje5n3qred5th9OeH-xWWuPG_UlXGJggJqtok8O8UNojSp1AzySVOZh8uJ1uqAo5haMKBY_CpYRQdXb1EFuORmuuqc7BnXEsTw/s400/10_chained-heat_7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="244" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjX4HGEmLP3JR1FcM6Lm7t80dpnAivtGm9atlDL_ZCP1D06yX989fMTVBS0PCeIdbYqvKXYBhEA4zTAdtALeUZCGErTje5n3qred5th9OeH-xWWuPG_UlXGJggJqtok8O8UNojSp1AzySVOZh8uJ1uqAo5haMKBY_CpYRQdXb1EFuORmuuqc7BnXEsTw/s320/10_chained-heat_7.jpg" width="195" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Chained Heat</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VthaFk3REqc" width="320" youtube-src-id="VthaFk3REqc"></iframe></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Yeah, film scholars will talk about the editing of the stair sequence in Eisenstein's <b>Battleship Potemkin</b> (1925 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kS5kzTbNKjs&ab_channel=siganviendo">trailer</a>) or Hitchcock's shower scene in <b>Psycho </b>(1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTJQfFQ40lI&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>). But film history would be a total bust if it did not mention the topless shower encounter between Linda Blair and Sybil Danning. King Kong vs. Godzilla? You ain't got nothing on this showdown of epic proportions. [<a href="http://www.videojunkie.org/2011/01/prison-prescription-chained-heat-1983.html?zx=186c15d91d5a34e0"><i>Video Junkie</i></a>]"</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BzAsJuuUT4Aw4Z3nEC1a2oOqRVPlfsFyAkVzTREecGhmgNfjgmqz-Fy8Qybu2WzZ9tWIqaHsMlCNxh8A8jrk8J247trWwATUvPNNzw00rfb1MCJiHJVoD3y5KcmS8iLg_7Grf4eLJCx5OTuDVO8EXB7gBR9ogEVs08G8QGQ7xAJIj6GYY5AQleLepA/s708/10_Chained-Heat_6b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="708" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BzAsJuuUT4Aw4Z3nEC1a2oOqRVPlfsFyAkVzTREecGhmgNfjgmqz-Fy8Qybu2WzZ9tWIqaHsMlCNxh8A8jrk8J247trWwATUvPNNzw00rfb1MCJiHJVoD3y5KcmS8iLg_7Grf4eLJCx5OTuDVO8EXB7gBR9ogEVs08G8QGQ7xAJIj6GYY5AQleLepA/s320/10_Chained-Heat_6b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As perhaps to be expected in a movie as chocked full with cult names as this one, and that features an extended full frontal nude shower scene of Blair and Danning together, Edy Williams (as Paula) tends to be overlooked by most reviewers, despite the fact that she's in that same scene and just as naked.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnjq2ZmcFHaocN90D1HEdXQe3_SUA83OILie_HjbBkXm5HeJTtXYEM-OgUD1fpfSI5etjH7Y65OIb8_PKOp_m8fnccoDLwgb2sbYJMmz5_OJoD382Ab0AIrm9CinTRivkgTyjHXDWEwaFF_a3RglszbPB4dTDAOjNnNt4dGuvOs96tYwsMe2Qs_TwoQ/s1818/10_Chained-Heat_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1818" data-original-width="1227" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnjq2ZmcFHaocN90D1HEdXQe3_SUA83OILie_HjbBkXm5HeJTtXYEM-OgUD1fpfSI5etjH7Y65OIb8_PKOp_m8fnccoDLwgb2sbYJMmz5_OJoD382Ab0AIrm9CinTRivkgTyjHXDWEwaFF_a3RglszbPB4dTDAOjNnNt4dGuvOs96tYwsMe2Qs_TwoQ/s320/10_Chained-Heat_3.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The plot: "[<b>Chained Heat</b>] has everything the genre needs, in addition to a pretty great cast. Linda Blair (of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/hell-night-usa-1981.html" target="_blank">Hell Night</a></b> [1981]) stars as the wrongly accused Carol Henderson, who goes to prison and appears topless in the shower. The warden (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10424647/john-vernon">John Vernon</a>) has sex with girls in his hot tub and videotapes them. Prison officer Captain Taylor (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/249573668/stella-stevens" target="_blank">Stella Stevens</a> of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/07/terror-within-ii-usa-1991.html"><b>The Terror Within II</b></a> [1991]) and her guard boyfriend Lester (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/243598994/henry-silva" target="_blank">Henry Silva</a> of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligator-usa-1980.html" target="_blank">Alligator</a> </b>[1980]) run a kind of drug/prostitution ring on the side. Ericka (Sybil Danning) leads the prison's white gang, and Duchess (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/16001029/tamara-dobson" target="_blank">Tamara Dobson</a> of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/cleopatra-jones-usa-1973.html" target="_blank">Cleopatra Jones</a></b> [1973]) leads the black gang. Lastly, the gorgeous 'B' movie scream queen Monique Gabrielle appears as one of the warden's hot tub babes. Eventually the prisoners team up and take on the crooked prison officials. If you're going to see any one 'women in prison' movie, this one will do fine. [<i><a href="https://www.combustiblecelluloid.com/classic/chainedheat.shtml">Combustible Celluloid</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKQtp4qjvvg0qCI1jcM_Nu-bJ_BRhDc7IeJYYEwQm_APomJtrtPs9QkdDUhpLwtov_4sonuLZ2YjrK3-lbYliJv9LbKVpyX5CraB0rU8ZrhiIYbY0PenZW7ZqeImAtQhxu5nxV43XXT2Nuxe-hPlqGFs5nRct-u1YVODPshKqJBZuKvOsq1_c11711w/s359/10_chained-heat_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKQtp4qjvvg0qCI1jcM_Nu-bJ_BRhDc7IeJYYEwQm_APomJtrtPs9QkdDUhpLwtov_4sonuLZ2YjrK3-lbYliJv9LbKVpyX5CraB0rU8ZrhiIYbY0PenZW7ZqeImAtQhxu5nxV43XXT2Nuxe-hPlqGFs5nRct-u1YVODPshKqJBZuKvOsq1_c11711w/s320/10_chained-heat_4.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"There are good movies. There are bad movies. And then there's <b>Chained Heat</b>, a women in prison epic so stupefyingly out of whack from its opening frames that words can't describe it. Only the shakiest thread of a plot runs through this insane, darkly lit chunk of exploitation excess, crammed to the corners with a cast of drive-in veterans and every possible cliché you can imagine, driven to its silliest extremes. Steamy showers, prison riots, rapist guards, evil wardens... yup, it's all here, but you've never seen it like this. [<i><a href="https://wipfilms.net/women-in-prison-collection/chained-heat/">WIP Films</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52I9FKUDatMX5VHXgj4ZpEX0DBGqCBUwhDJ9SySbb_e3__TIOADRBQL9cMX-wGSDVJk38OUP8MWWHasgIBkP66tu4Ii_4lNsDQ2vkOJruwJqMJv3svLh2wGhyphenhyphenP3PjzY12fnDnri8wEC1mpA4HG0QED4KtdHUgpzNQHc9IabFo_7RF_QU0IvPk_1s98A/s300/10_chained-heat_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="174" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52I9FKUDatMX5VHXgj4ZpEX0DBGqCBUwhDJ9SySbb_e3__TIOADRBQL9cMX-wGSDVJk38OUP8MWWHasgIBkP66tu4Ii_4lNsDQ2vkOJruwJqMJv3svLh2wGhyphenhyphenP3PjzY12fnDnri8wEC1mpA4HG0QED4KtdHUgpzNQHc9IabFo_7RF_QU0IvPk_1s98A/s1600/10_chained-heat_2.jpg" width="174" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Theme to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Chained Heat</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cljPTqo7PpQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="cljPTqo7PpQ"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"By the end of the movie, all the baddies are dead, and the prisoners I guess are all friends. The big thing with <b>Chained Heat</b> is that it has recognizable faces throughout; every second you're spotting someone recognizable. And this is a big accomplishment for WIP film, a genre usually relegated to the absolute bottom of the barrel. A few problems: Some of the characters we're introduced to go nowhere. Bubbles (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/196481470/louisa-moritz">Louisa Moritz</a> [25 Sep 1936 – 4 Jan 2019] of <b>New Year's Evil</b> [1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tivSU9zQXfs&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]) and Blue Eyes (Jody Medford of <b>Mutant </b>[1984 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSUoAjZDvh0&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>]) basically disappear. I was glad to see Edy provide the FFN, but that's literally her only part. I suppose there were just too many characters to have time to fit each into the story line. Of course, since it's a WIP film, it follows the template. So, if you're expecting anything new or interesting, think again. It's paint-by-numbers WIP, but I wouldn't have it any other way. [<a href="http://www.videozetaone.com/2018/02/chained-heat-1983.html"><i>Video Zeta One</i></a>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHkEvVZZOTF1uaZio88yhb-0vNYOE5ziJjHYk2R8AdMdIc2cf7OAFnt6KWOh4fB_9ijW_KpTkVGo1fBZCuFB-4TeB9zYa9_hVzanC2V2_OsimgEF2coEeksEFJujsLb1vCTWK3Jx2l55c-V0dYUi7GESul6H4RqWZlcLkE0ugMWpR1H5kO3jcwCsonA/s711/10_Chained-Heat_6a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="711" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHkEvVZZOTF1uaZio88yhb-0vNYOE5ziJjHYk2R8AdMdIc2cf7OAFnt6KWOh4fB_9ijW_KpTkVGo1fBZCuFB-4TeB9zYa9_hVzanC2V2_OsimgEF2coEeksEFJujsLb1vCTWK3Jx2l55c-V0dYUi7GESul6H4RqWZlcLkE0ugMWpR1H5kO3jcwCsonA/s320/10_Chained-Heat_6a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[<b>Chained Heat</b>] is one of my favourite women in prison films. There are plenty of naked women coupled with campy dialogue. It's everything a movie like this should be. [<i><a href="https://sites.google.com/site/lastmoviereview/browse-1/c/chained-heat">Last Movie Review on the Left</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Lady Lust</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1984, dir. "Arthur Ben")<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3XyYGJNaS0cDxHctUwIa7WSwkhlGZ1k4cWhX-1DUQ6SX4WGfjhdWGPWzKGgtRgty8a2_nGVYG2dOmvQKNooNMYTUW2sVwiYV2jxOnqcbl8FtsdrMKsSQOfSvCF6s7kVLbSGQQmshmU2tXHPmR5xWz499-6ZnYzmBElB79A8olwYLdB09XERZ-gTgeg/s1200/11_LL_1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3XyYGJNaS0cDxHctUwIa7WSwkhlGZ1k4cWhX-1DUQ6SX4WGfjhdWGPWzKGgtRgty8a2_nGVYG2dOmvQKNooNMYTUW2sVwiYV2jxOnqcbl8FtsdrMKsSQOfSvCF6s7kVLbSGQQmshmU2tXHPmR5xWz499-6ZnYzmBElB79A8olwYLdB09XERZ-gTgeg/s320/11_LL_1.webp" width="240" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Director "Arthur Ben", a.k.a. Arther Ben, Art Ben, Arthur Benn, Ben, R. Dorfman, Rod Dorkman, Arthur Penn, Gerry Toll & Otto von Lickit, is assumedly named Ron Dorfman in real life. Seeing that this flick's scriptwriter is named a suspicious "Pamela Penn" — related to "Arthur Penn", perhaps? — we wouldn't be surprised if that is a Dorfman pseudonym as well, especially since most of her scriptwriting jobs are for his films.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0wgn3aFzvF6xI3Bz4x-DkxCzSSfrTZhdZ_-PwmUlBoe0jTiI0uJ0tiiMczTtA1xkZ1uqb-56EzRyj2QvX00XRVjiL3d7vtgHr5-JO2O9ibdoL4N2No2zDda4rain2wLbpPK0fbQnbgNRvw_YHQ6L88Wt2zBYgPeWFs-Z7Kr7mbmOjZ4It_Jaq16VOw/s707/11_LL_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="707" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0wgn3aFzvF6xI3Bz4x-DkxCzSSfrTZhdZ_-PwmUlBoe0jTiI0uJ0tiiMczTtA1xkZ1uqb-56EzRyj2QvX00XRVjiL3d7vtgHr5-JO2O9ibdoL4N2No2zDda4rain2wLbpPK0fbQnbgNRvw_YHQ6L88Wt2zBYgPeWFs-Z7Kr7mbmOjZ4It_Jaq16VOw/s320/11_LL_5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Not many "serious" reviews of this flick out there, though the film is easy enough to find for free on any number of porn sites. But back in 2015 at <i>imdb</i>, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/user/ur1287548/?ref_=tt_urv">lor_</a> saw the kern of the matter: "Today's celebrities take note: <b>Lady Lust</b> is a good example of how one day's big deal/celebrity news is tomorrow's fish wrap [...]. This movie was ever so briefly a big deal 30 years back, signaling the hardcore film debut for Edy Williams, the erstwhile Russ Meyer star who was a popular personality of the time, not unlike <b>Tonight Show </b>guests <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrJYgtEQndw">Charo</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5702959/carol-wayne">Carol Wayne</a> ([6 Sept 1942 – 13 Jan 1985] of <b>You Are What You Eat</b> [1968 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtO_pSIYeAg&ab_channel=Mourinho335">full movie</a>]). She didn't really go XXX, merely fronting in a porn film a la the even more famous (and just as forgotten) stripper of two decades before <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/154884943/carol-ann-doda">Carol Doda</a> ([29 Aug 1937 – 9 Nov 2015] of <b>Honky Tonk Nights</b> [1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ad6AeEFiLBg&ab_channel=bloodofmyenemies">full movie</a>]) was wont to do. [...] But <b>Lady Lust </b>is a real movie, shot on film in 1983 right when video production was poised to take over. And more dramatically, it is a professional, watchable movie [...]."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNkTJxScCd4CwA_pgmbSn5xDT66maf1sN_RZUjKmR7Ap_lMwDq-HlO607IwdOoHCz28zrPQwWt1k8jt-F98xXNj4VVEX4lo7JpxVvFhQfxBaTWR5C1aRnEIV3F5boGtkRvOCiJ-Z6aew1r-0G5sArZhi58dHqWxyry7mDComdSzDwI_uZIn_78678Sw/s573/11_LL_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="398" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNkTJxScCd4CwA_pgmbSn5xDT66maf1sN_RZUjKmR7Ap_lMwDq-HlO607IwdOoHCz28zrPQwWt1k8jt-F98xXNj4VVEX4lo7JpxVvFhQfxBaTWR5C1aRnEIV3F5boGtkRvOCiJ-Z6aew1r-0G5sArZhi58dHqWxyry7mDComdSzDwI_uZIn_78678Sw/s320/11_LL_4.jpg" width="222" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Edy gives an interview</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(as of 8:40):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1Q7SnEcUgOY" width="320" youtube-src-id="1Q7SnEcUgOY"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The "plot"? The generic description found on a multitude of porn sites: "<b>Lady Lust</b> is the story of two sisters, Suzanne Cross (Edy Williams) and Irene (<a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Kimberly_Carson">Kimberly Carson</a>). Both lead wildly different lives. While Irene is a happily married mother of two, Suzanne is a single and highly sophisticated woman of the world. During a brief visit, each gets to explore the other's intriguing sex life. And you get to see it all in glorious and graphic detail." Sounds, basically, like a thousand other porn movies... and it is about as well-acted. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNftM6Cy67opboqWoj3lNTZg2ujHk4SsBMZARh3-CCndYCaJhMWQY28zxV2HVBsT1xNMU7j1L5TV-PqHXqKD14jwggcesu6FEn4i_0oOh5_bc5L0fPnavBOw2gWzM24SoJIvX8Niwyx6Edht5aZ-KfnJBIYbcIKiGWwtXeZrvxbLbdPxPLeMI5apxyoA/s681/11_LL_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="681" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNftM6Cy67opboqWoj3lNTZg2ujHk4SsBMZARh3-CCndYCaJhMWQY28zxV2HVBsT1xNMU7j1L5TV-PqHXqKD14jwggcesu6FEn4i_0oOh5_bc5L0fPnavBOw2gWzM24SoJIvX8Niwyx6Edht5aZ-KfnJBIYbcIKiGWwtXeZrvxbLbdPxPLeMI5apxyoA/s320/11_LL_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">In this occasionally hardcore movie, Edy has a softcore heterosexual scene with <a href="https://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=mgaunt/gender=male">Michael Gaunt</a> (that's him chewing on her foot above), a nude dance, and a softcore lesbian tryst with Sharon Mitchell. <a href="https://www.therialtoreport.com/2015/12/06/11124/">Sharon Mitchell</a>, one of the most prolific porn stars in X-rated film history, has been known to have an occasional small part in non-porn film, like <b>Maniac </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IGW1kkkW3o">trailer</a>) & the forgotten <b>Feast </b>(1992). Michael Gaunt, who showed up to dig a grave in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/07/city-of-living-dead-paura-nella-citta.html">City of the Living Dead</a> </b>(1980) and worked with both <a href="https://www.therialtoreport.com/2015/08/16/roberta-findlay/">Roberta Findlay</a> (<b>A Woman's Torment</b> [1977 / <a href="http://www.otrlydivak.cz/english/films/2020/torment.html">trailer</a>]) and Doris Wishman (<b>Let Me Dies a Woman</b> [1977 / full film below] and <b>Come with Me My Love</b> [1976] / <a href="https://suj.porn/en/scene/come_with_me_my_love_full_movie_remastered_video_18135">full NSFW movie</a>), is supposedly still active in local theatre today. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwtcRvla02laTjS3Tgv5bzqf3rl7h8QSlAyDr-N7mSxNVEh9jpGqz3-G3MPz8pMchmNg-O5B3GyPBmH2ATtGsESafgX_jKFqY0R3j83AOJycAS_8AsfOWcRVyJH1XAVd2M8XJX4IdA-gTz3rPE5hcHqMaAYgzownMSFTVkEDvqYaMQ5jROyxWWPgxhw/s449/11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwtcRvla02laTjS3Tgv5bzqf3rl7h8QSlAyDr-N7mSxNVEh9jpGqz3-G3MPz8pMchmNg-O5B3GyPBmH2ATtGsESafgX_jKFqY0R3j83AOJycAS_8AsfOWcRVyJH1XAVd2M8XJX4IdA-gTz3rPE5hcHqMaAYgzownMSFTVkEDvqYaMQ5jROyxWWPgxhw/s320/11.jpg" width="214" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The full film —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Let Me Die A Woman</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HBNKU8kvY1k" width="320" youtube-src-id="HBNKU8kvY1k"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As for director Ron Dorfman, he's had other past projects that demand greater respect than this low-rate and forgettable swansong project of the Golden Age: should the <i>imdb </i>be believed, he was one of many camera operators on<b> Gimme Shelter</b> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7UsBmavjsE">trailer</a>); he edited <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1409/agnes-moorehead">Agnes Moorehead</a>'s low-rate filmic farewell, <b>Dear Dead Delilah </b>(1972 / <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8p2t0s">trailer</a>); he (as "Gerry Toll") was cinematographer of the exploitation classic, Joel M. Reed's <b>Bloodsucking Freaks</b> (1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uCdC_gkg4s">trailer</a>), as well as on that director's anemic follow-up project <b>Night of the Zombies</b> (1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1ACHzW10ko">trailer</a>) and on the early NYC sexploitation gem, <b>The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful</b> (1970). His first directorial project, <b>Groupies </b>(1970), which he did alongside Peter Nevard, is an intriguing document of its time...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Um9eRcl_5ZUiBhUKQI63ahjYBqhhduwq4yzDa-gjlOS1oHzAd31Gl5v85YqdreIhD3uv1Odvih7vU5aW-9eaq1gZL2D1Gu9C1OqrRQLV6Da-riqoHRMakgPApgqJAhNPShCuL-HfpMt0pm67KfmIcPOByTvMAGJKt-2CCzSefkOHQ5fs9hhVxEHlVg/s454/11_Groupies7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Um9eRcl_5ZUiBhUKQI63ahjYBqhhduwq4yzDa-gjlOS1oHzAd31Gl5v85YqdreIhD3uv1Odvih7vU5aW-9eaq1gZL2D1Gu9C1OqrRQLV6Da-riqoHRMakgPApgqJAhNPShCuL-HfpMt0pm67KfmIcPOByTvMAGJKt-2CCzSefkOHQ5fs9hhVxEHlVg/s320/11_Groupies7.jpg" width="211" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">The full film —</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Groupies </i>(1970):</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NasCiC4Tf8o" width="320" youtube-src-id="NasCiC4Tf8o"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hollywood Hot Tubs</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1984, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/56953760/chuck-vincent">Chuck Vincent</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66W3QTruvT0iwZCDyH_bEkspYhKPd-bmOY5GXD2b-QR-Wksf1525ddwrT1jQZBNwA8vBXLb-QzyXCQW8jgRXGWFIS8hXMzyU1fI81Runapqy6Yng43jLFuOW7keL-xV_KMhnuVvUDX6R4AOEaGLGephY07gf2df901bgVGE4lO5i0O6TBxUqgbZL82w/s800/12_HHT_10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="800" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66W3QTruvT0iwZCDyH_bEkspYhKPd-bmOY5GXD2b-QR-Wksf1525ddwrT1jQZBNwA8vBXLb-QzyXCQW8jgRXGWFIS8hXMzyU1fI81Runapqy6Yng43jLFuOW7keL-xV_KMhnuVvUDX6R4AOEaGLGephY07gf2df901bgVGE4lO5i0O6TBxUqgbZL82w/s320/12_HHT_10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The same year that Edy Williams appeared in a "real" sex film, she appeared in this jiggle comedy directed by a name familiar to anyone who has a slight interest in the Golden Age of Porn. Director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/56953760/chuck-vincent">Chuck Vincent</a> (6 Sept 1940 — 23 Sept 1991) made a number of Golden Age X-rated "classics", including <b>Roommates </b>(1981 / cut <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TUdffApTao">trailer</a>) and <b>Jack n' Jill</b> (1979 / <a href="https://ge.xhamster.desi/videos/jack-n-jill-1979-mkx-13788530">NSFW film</a>), was the executive producer of one of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.de/2013/03/rip-harry-reems.html">Harry Reems</a>' last non-porn appearances, <b>RSVP </b>(1984 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCMuTOAuQ3Y">trailer</a>), and dabbled with mainstream with such films as <b>Warrior Queen</b> (1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G98waXUETWk">trailer</a>) and <b>Deranged </b>(1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hV1iMvl-nkw">full movie</a>) and a gaggle of lame T&A jiggle comedies like this flick here, <b>Hollywood Hot Tubs</b> (1984). Vincent died untimely and too early of AIDS at the age of 51. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1nImkY8S7qk9azjLQ3huqF8Sd8UM3f3f0CiUStE2SUAmkGEG41XTn30i-raYdLmk-DozsQBJA2kUdR3gKxIwWBZ7_XGX9d8Ll-LqNYYU99AK3zQ2T6HOdiRuqosaBIS5DF-ehEbHgYAzh-C52SJcwhE2EqvsEZK_fRh2R8-X_GUuBkm3Jf-6KN_gng/s1220/12_HHT_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1220" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1nImkY8S7qk9azjLQ3huqF8Sd8UM3f3f0CiUStE2SUAmkGEG41XTn30i-raYdLmk-DozsQBJA2kUdR3gKxIwWBZ7_XGX9d8Ll-LqNYYU99AK3zQ2T6HOdiRuqosaBIS5DF-ehEbHgYAzh-C52SJcwhE2EqvsEZK_fRh2R8-X_GUuBkm3Jf-6KN_gng/s320/12_HHT_3.jpg" width="210" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Hollywood Hot Tubs</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/C7coXYzw9kE" width="320" youtube-src-id="C7coXYzw9kE"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot, from <i><a href="https://letterboxd.com/film/hollywood-hot-tubs/">Letterboxd</a></i>: "A teen (<a href="https://www.paulgunning.net/">Paul Gunning</a>) and his friends get into trouble for vandalizing the Hollywood sign, and rather than going to prison he opts to work for his uncle's hot tub repair company. The sleazy salesman (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32793630/stafford-f-mergenthal">Stafford Morgan</a> [26 Jan 1935 – 24 Sep 2018] of <b>The Witch Who Came from the Sea</b> [1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hteIj01zyo">trailer</a>], <b>Schoolgirls in Chains</b> [1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXB5aVaQCzE">trailer</a>],<b> The Forest</b> [1982 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oK6u6jK5n8">trailer</a>], <b>The Alpha Incident</b> [1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I56ygUTe540">trailer</a>] and <b>The Capture of Bigfoot </b>[1979 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AywxMINQPK8">trailer</a>]) drums up business by sabotaging the tubs at Hollywood Hot Tubs and by wooing the owner. The nephew begins falling in love with the secretary (Donna McDaniel of <b>Angel </b>[1983 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5Jve6T5akg">trailer</a>; see <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/06/rip-susan-tyrrell-part-ii-1983-2012.html">Susan Tyrrell</a></b>] and <b>Frightmare </b>[1983 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=936oWFU0jns&ab_channel=TrailersIMDB">trailer</a>]) at his uncle's company, but risks losing her when caught in compromising but unintentional situations while he goes about his duties as tub repairman." (For a very detailed synopsis, check out the <i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Film/57106-HOLLYWOOD-HOTTUBS?sid=0d937b22-4c98-4155-b1c9-0bc614253e34&sr=12.858295&cp=1&pos=0">AFI Catalog</a></i>.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi470I7EuJ7RdDk1hPVu6wJ_GncPQC1-kgP4zDvSH9KkLkM8XNhAYyCpyCmRPO0VliKW_dUtGB-11YQSSAqf0u9qszX1D8cYKkll3a03uwccTzudaFcdh77dz5HuvWLC8vsTqYrTJK8L_0bEMnIBiz8sw-6ISBQLVCAMe1z1Od1WJ382I2t8_bhuvjMTQ/s750/12_HHT_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="750" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi470I7EuJ7RdDk1hPVu6wJ_GncPQC1-kgP4zDvSH9KkLkM8XNhAYyCpyCmRPO0VliKW_dUtGB-11YQSSAqf0u9qszX1D8cYKkll3a03uwccTzudaFcdh77dz5HuvWLC8vsTqYrTJK8L_0bEMnIBiz8sw-6ISBQLVCAMe1z1Od1WJ382I2t8_bhuvjMTQ/s320/12_HHT_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams plays Desiree, a leather-clad patron (?!) of a massage parlor, who gets nude and seduces Shawn while he's there to work on a tub.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV22rmlYjJ_W_ATSMb9fnenN61OzzWZXzjSR7AvzciQ6bXyG3o075_uh9je3_n_iYXE9faMqmjBn5Jcmbyhz5-W6BeXoa56zwtNLYb88I3nX9uAVbvEhw8WNsQZhwxuRrTkF55H09czCbAoke6aPvewvmwQYhl7QTHmY09bIF3NsdlsEmIqWlMbNmPrg/s544/12_HHT_13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="544" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV22rmlYjJ_W_ATSMb9fnenN61OzzWZXzjSR7AvzciQ6bXyG3o075_uh9je3_n_iYXE9faMqmjBn5Jcmbyhz5-W6BeXoa56zwtNLYb88I3nX9uAVbvEhw8WNsQZhwxuRrTkF55H09czCbAoke6aPvewvmwQYhl7QTHmY09bIF3NsdlsEmIqWlMbNmPrg/s320/12_HHT_13.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Everything that can be done to, with, for, in or around hot water finds its way into a plot that goes from the quick and the dirty to the gothic. Each half-hour delivers a coupling in this not-too-funny comedy full of booze, broads and bubbles. The final party offers lookalikes of Burt Reynolds, Lauren Bacall and Bozo. Only the last is convincing. [<i><a href="https://variety.com/1983/film/reviews/hollywood-hot-tubs-1200426073/">Variety</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh69XFp-BoaMKAqAcIw1aoo6a37aNty25C2zzdjjpRhsdD8w2DWQCDk_m9W_kOmuoGPYQXS8M0MOFthl2xOAAJiQCpuXHmKaMiTlCBm6v8hyphenhyphentXSep3IDdqpNAhE2DnvjU5Fmi5iDcsACkHYmR4tTurINAbI56ktTl39FhCKMe9V8uwsrgB9aGCpQ02NA/s849/12_HHT_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh69XFp-BoaMKAqAcIw1aoo6a37aNty25C2zzdjjpRhsdD8w2DWQCDk_m9W_kOmuoGPYQXS8M0MOFthl2xOAAJiQCpuXHmKaMiTlCBm6v8hyphenhyphentXSep3IDdqpNAhE2DnvjU5Fmi5iDcsACkHYmR4tTurINAbI56ktTl39FhCKMe9V8uwsrgB9aGCpQ02NA/s320/12_HHT_6.jpg" width="207" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene from the film:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/krjMCvo1jsM" width="320" youtube-src-id="krjMCvo1jsM"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i><a href="https://cinematicrevelations.blogspot.com/2022/01/hollywood-hot-tubs-1984.html">Cinematic Revelations</a></i> is one of the few to have anything positive about the movie, nothing of which sounds ironic, despite the fact that they gave it a C-rating: "Chuck Vincent has fashioned an entertaining, humorous motion picture with <b>Hollywood Hot Tubs</b>. There is a nice flow overall to the film, with Mr Vincent ensuring a sweetness, and innocence in its tone, despite the subject matter dipping its toes heavily into bawdiness in many an instance. [...] The comic repartee between characters, the one-liners, realizations, all work in a natural manner, without reducing the characters into caricatures. The raunchiness is delivered with ease by the cast, and a lack of self-consciousness. In a related way, the array of comic set pieces have been carefully arranged for maximum impact, with some being genuinely funny, in spite of the heady nature of some of these. [...] <b>Hollywood Hot Tubs</b> has a talented cast who all provide enthusiastic performances, giving the movie a big boost. [...] The movie has a very good grasp of mise-en-scene which is reflected in many departments. [...] Outdoor location filming is also noteworthy, with the overhead shots of Los Angeles providing viewers with a bird's eye view of its milieu. [...]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGALtQP3QJtkMMjm1K-6SAeHYWfDuFNqembuomclucw44R3JwPPbrfdP1BNaXcLDPcbd6M1jaIInxHBHLF6ehXHQgwNs8-235TtO3KZ6Iq1AvQ73T9OewangH8pGMYkTBsb7pP-OxAvE5JGO6B8R6U0lArGbmFP_hTeuiFOa9falc_sM2d2BEnaNPnw/s717/12_HHT_11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGALtQP3QJtkMMjm1K-6SAeHYWfDuFNqembuomclucw44R3JwPPbrfdP1BNaXcLDPcbd6M1jaIInxHBHLF6ehXHQgwNs8-235TtO3KZ6Iq1AvQ73T9OewangH8pGMYkTBsb7pP-OxAvE5JGO6B8R6U0lArGbmFP_hTeuiFOa9falc_sM2d2BEnaNPnw/s320/12_HHT_11.jpg" width="201" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>From the film —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Donna McDaniel sings <i>In Your Eyes</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iOK_VgSuDIs" width="320" youtube-src-id="iOK_VgSuDIs"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Hollywood Hot Tubs </b>had a "sequel" made in 1990, the even more obscure direct-to-video <b>Hollywood Hot Tubs 2 – Educating Crystal</b>, which less people saw and even less people remember.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEQQxk0Q91VdwXavc2Rj1XoszYmDEpQflyaxoZDPbXkvXJlORQg4fnDeIw2M5P_Vxg46j466CWb9VhdsYsXujVpW8h9_BzIho2xMK8QgUssiUqLSZBQxq1artqQt1Pz4Q0jQPUsC37-4DrkUIGoE7FQhpRttJVcQqxUsMZHkDAt9XVDa9urSuRDgFPw/s385/12_HHT_2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="214" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEQQxk0Q91VdwXavc2Rj1XoszYmDEpQflyaxoZDPbXkvXJlORQg4fnDeIw2M5P_Vxg46j466CWb9VhdsYsXujVpW8h9_BzIho2xMK8QgUssiUqLSZBQxq1artqQt1Pz4Q0jQPUsC37-4DrkUIGoE7FQhpRttJVcQqxUsMZHkDAt9XVDa9urSuRDgFPw/s320/12_HHT_2.jpeg" width="178" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Terrible song from</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Hollywood Hot Tubs 2 – Educating Crystal</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uI0xZsEfMyg" width="320" youtube-src-id="uI0xZsEfMyg"></iframe></div></span></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Bad Manners</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1984, writ. & dir. Robert Houston)</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBuezZS3QyttzEBIhw6qxNxbl6gpekJArZiduwBUWUMXg_4MlmykxaiNFS2UJ2e1tgPTV4RdHYVciEtFEulDFtdvZG6dwFlJYf8lnZ-GsPaUrphOzxXsfby8R2-j1yLK_ugRoHyyaeApECb_1AeOVhOr4Rril37IOpm_NLM7XHXD7CzysIyemzRMfBw/s600/13_bad-manners_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="600" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBuezZS3QyttzEBIhw6qxNxbl6gpekJArZiduwBUWUMXg_4MlmykxaiNFS2UJ2e1tgPTV4RdHYVciEtFEulDFtdvZG6dwFlJYf8lnZ-GsPaUrphOzxXsfby8R2-j1yLK_ugRoHyyaeApECb_1AeOVhOr4Rril37IOpm_NLM7XHXD7CzysIyemzRMfBw/s320/13_bad-manners_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>If you guys want to circle-jerk, I can go in the tent</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Girl Joey (Pamela Adlon)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_5udBJ9JWmMXJz8epip3BkMUJZDvURI-IDG5BI00yslKoy0Voh90afdO0btaQY73XSKgT4JpwAaGLX5wop5FP5ZHOjxAMX3IrG0fOW8ixvqKm8YEZ4yVEoldU5s9IDV5nYeCg0Ub3BUUAkr-Ti7PQX9Fw4xdeDo2gOAqbpLQyxLoZZSWsFZZRrZ0Tg/s500/13_Bad-Manners.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="500" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_5udBJ9JWmMXJz8epip3BkMUJZDvURI-IDG5BI00yslKoy0Voh90afdO0btaQY73XSKgT4JpwAaGLX5wop5FP5ZHOjxAMX3IrG0fOW8ixvqKm8YEZ4yVEoldU5s9IDV5nYeCg0Ub3BUUAkr-Ti7PQX9Fw4xdeDo2gOAqbpLQyxLoZZSWsFZZRrZ0Tg/s320/13_Bad-Manners.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A.k.a. <b>Growing Pains</b>. Edy Williams plays someone named Mrs. Slatt, above, who shows up briefly with hubby Mr. Slatt (Hy Pyke [2 Dec 1935 – 28 Sept 2006] of <b>Dolemite </b>[1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DebCN7U65vY">trailer</a>], <b>Slithis </b>[1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7DTg4sDGYA">trailer</a>] and <b>Hack-O-Lantern </b>[1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOHl183rTxM">trailer</a>]) as prospective adopting parents. No reference is ever made to her in any of the few reviews of <b>Bad Manners</b> that we could find online.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vgv7cv7PIj78ottYfcisFcnmzxLccC9Ku0SsliHlsYxsfuYmy5tXtXCHO5wHNSdI5UsZMzUd1cCEnjeMURL-8UDX_aYN-u2hXDRyMPptJje802uAc6AqifVP_UJ0K2dNXToLhw8aSExhgl_PUzwu6bQkb8K0uURK4yw-UOAYrS4gcLpxo34ZsN81hw/s472/13_Bad_Manners.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vgv7cv7PIj78ottYfcisFcnmzxLccC9Ku0SsliHlsYxsfuYmy5tXtXCHO5wHNSdI5UsZMzUd1cCEnjeMURL-8UDX_aYN-u2hXDRyMPptJje802uAc6AqifVP_UJ0K2dNXToLhw8aSExhgl_PUzwu6bQkb8K0uURK4yw-UOAYrS4gcLpxo34ZsN81hw/s320/13_Bad_Manners.webp" width="217" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Bad Manners</i>:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IEeb1KYHAxI" width="320" youtube-src-id="IEeb1KYHAxI"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Director Robert Houston started his film career with a high note: he plays the subliminally gay son Bobby in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/09/rip-wesley-earl-wes-craven-part-i-1970.html">Wes Craven</a></b>'s <b>The Hills Have Eyes</b> (1977) and crappy <b>The Hills Have Eyes II </b>(1984), the latter a humongous filmic turd infamous for giving even the dog a flashback to the first film. He also appeared in <b>The Great American Girl Robbery</b> (1979), which we looked at in our <i>Babe of Yesterday</i> look at <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/10/babe-of-yesteryear-marilyn-joi-part-iv.html">Marilyn Joi (Pt IV)</a></b>. Before disappearing from the film biz, Robert Houston went onto becoming a successful (as in Academy Award-winning) documentary director, but initially he made a few quirky and obscure movies, of which <b>Bad Manners</b> is the second. Of his non-documentary directorial projects, his directorial "debut" — the English language <b>Shogun Assassin</b> (1980 / trailer below), made from two episodes of the <b>Lone Wolf and Cub*</b> film series (1972 thru 1974) — has long become a cult classic.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Specifically, <b>Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart at the River Styx</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfDN_LPcLUg">trailer</a>) and <b>Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance </b>(1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwofy9p6Iwk">trailer</a>).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih85IX1bSnqcPemRtjWl0FdyXrD-_8ORmgEkOieCOsN4-0EFbZwy6438P8a3Ykfk53v5F7bqVDar3yldpYbw7UJynq7kcUnGhqpxSiI5NEPrRNAasu7C_OA628VyBagcABxslJ8_az4MCw40PsChdJdwtfEMl-Ddh6bX1ngtoO9yIhvPHjL6H6pEnKLw/s829/0_81506_c5efd651.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih85IX1bSnqcPemRtjWl0FdyXrD-_8ORmgEkOieCOsN4-0EFbZwy6438P8a3Ykfk53v5F7bqVDar3yldpYbw7UJynq7kcUnGhqpxSiI5NEPrRNAasu7C_OA628VyBagcABxslJ8_az4MCw40PsChdJdwtfEMl-Ddh6bX1ngtoO9yIhvPHjL6H6pEnKLw/s320/0_81506_c5efd651.jpg" width="232" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Shogun Assassin</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZxAPEyzcCtU" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZxAPEyzcCtU"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot to<b> Bad Manners </b>cum <b>Growing Pains</b>: "Piper (Greg Olden) is the new kid inside a rough orphanage who befriends Mouse (Michael Hentz) who looks up to Piper as a sort of tough guy hero. When Mouse gets adopted by a snotty rich couple (Martin Mull, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/115134109/karen-black"><b>Karen Black</b></a>) Piper convinces the orphans to break out of the orphanage and rescue him. [<a href="https://scopophiliamovieblog.com/2013/09/09/bad-manners-1984/"><i>Scopophilia</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpdQtWixVTi4sewQUJdvSlo2ypDZMsUg0IMiwx8yIgzn_f4OPWkNnHmw3AgJhS6BHCvpnB1jONIO1PQhXOlnxBR4oU0F8o2K1HW4DKSY98ZZdqX7wbr7VPYzORQNwbZDV6F9HIlVTD_C9hvP6ZP2utgCoqgiLUEF9DztM65goc4Lpev2gEnQijssO8A/s300/0_5979.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="185" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpdQtWixVTi4sewQUJdvSlo2ypDZMsUg0IMiwx8yIgzn_f4OPWkNnHmw3AgJhS6BHCvpnB1jONIO1PQhXOlnxBR4oU0F8o2K1HW4DKSY98ZZdqX7wbr7VPYzORQNwbZDV6F9HIlVTD_C9hvP6ZP2utgCoqgiLUEF9DztM65goc4Lpev2gEnQijssO8A/s1600/0_5979.jpg" width="185" /></a></div>"The pace is fast, the thrills are exciting. Watching the film is like a rollercoaster ride. While you may not get much out of it, boy is it wicked fun to watch! It's about kids with attitude and energy, about disobedience and rebellion — and the slogan printed on the poster does not lie in promising that: 'Those kids will steal your heart.... (your wallet, your tires, your sanity)'. [<i><a href="https://theskykid.com/bad-manners-1984/">Sky Kid</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1A5e2a4MiwgPmDShTeaXvPDaxXdQZW9hefkeL7lAoZ3YROHi0PT5ty9LcupoDyGjpkN_c7qlquoE8qIMS0W1WT3Ahrt-vNLzWXOBqITMXM2rpEp6aU5NuM1ZTGiYeDGqBfEtR-oKAwIYpiO_cmHsPhn3e-2XdkpRfr0414rnOz13UJm6jLnl0EAhJ2g/s1048/13_Bad-Manners_3a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1048" data-original-width="633" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1A5e2a4MiwgPmDShTeaXvPDaxXdQZW9hefkeL7lAoZ3YROHi0PT5ty9LcupoDyGjpkN_c7qlquoE8qIMS0W1WT3Ahrt-vNLzWXOBqITMXM2rpEp6aU5NuM1ZTGiYeDGqBfEtR-oKAwIYpiO_cmHsPhn3e-2XdkpRfr0414rnOz13UJm6jLnl0EAhJ2g/s320/13_Bad-Manners_3a.jpg" width="193" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Bad Manners</i> —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Theme song by The Sparks:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GteNgWGfQUw" width="320" youtube-src-id="GteNgWGfQUw"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[...] John Waters had for years said he wanted to make a film for a child audience, and you could only wonder whether it would have ended up something like this, a relentlessly bad taste experience that you only imagine was intended for the younger viewer, since the youngsters were the main characters. However, that was without taking into account its jokes. [<i><a href="https://www.thespinningimage.co.uk/cultfilms/displaycultfilm.asp?reviewid=10794">Spinning Image</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Hellhole</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1985, dir. Pierre De Moro)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89ro6giOEgbtqmRIkbEPY1kwXDKOM0YZy69vz92XSJFdJwBtg-lAr20aPHM-lZCVwUH3K6M3V9YCALtQmz7qIDQeZU6_J7SvSv_SboThQvfQ1UCxm7ys4Cf49i6auTYCJKo8i6TA_TL4WNODBkkdD9GBFdhZmHAWZmjy4-cusv0zwd5erwlKbnSWH_A/s515/14_HH_21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89ro6giOEgbtqmRIkbEPY1kwXDKOM0YZy69vz92XSJFdJwBtg-lAr20aPHM-lZCVwUH3K6M3V9YCALtQmz7qIDQeZU6_J7SvSv_SboThQvfQ1UCxm7ys4Cf49i6auTYCJKo8i6TA_TL4WNODBkkdD9GBFdhZmHAWZmjy4-cusv0zwd5erwlKbnSWH_A/s320/14_HH_21.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>You're not mentally ill, you're emotionally disturbed</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Dr. Fletcher (Mary Woronov)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWeAzcGvH8ja1HVmS4tJ-FzHvfUuNlZSREiqjxUzOcv6yAJCt_pcKjYvBxefxGfMTA7XRpCSKms7Dl6ERiOQoMTFVQ-5deR1IMgEVSbYqkl0NzSuzUcycZB4CT8UOv0qL0MBC76OU-LwvZnUKZ0jH_kU5criO394uZY-DK684Drfc7BwrofOLGknYTA/s1408/14_hellhole-12.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1408" data-original-width="639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWeAzcGvH8ja1HVmS4tJ-FzHvfUuNlZSREiqjxUzOcv6yAJCt_pcKjYvBxefxGfMTA7XRpCSKms7Dl6ERiOQoMTFVQ-5deR1IMgEVSbYqkl0NzSuzUcycZB4CT8UOv0qL0MBC76OU-LwvZnUKZ0jH_kU5criO394uZY-DK684Drfc7BwrofOLGknYTA/s320/14_hellhole-12.webp" width="145" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Pierre De Moro's third and final directorial project, though he never actually finished it: "[...] Director De Moro only had a three film career (the others, if you're really interested, are the lame family films <b>Christmas Mountain </b>(1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1La_4HuW04">full film</a>) and <b>Savannah Smiles</b> (1982 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNKciVl_rS0">trailer</a>), but that's not entirely true. Although he started <b>Hellhole</b>, he apparently didn't finish it, that honour going to <a href="http://bjland.ws/directors/desimone.html">Tom DeSimone</a>, director of such gems as <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/hell-night-usa-1981.html">Hell Night</a> </b>(1981), <b>Reform School Girls </b>(1986 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxyRPRGZbXs">trailer</a>; see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/11/boy-background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html">Lavelle Roby</a></b>) and <b>Angel III: The Final Chapter</b> (1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1srI81AKdp4">trailer</a>; see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/11/rip-dick-miller-part-vii-1985-89.html">Dick Miller</a></b>). [<i><a href="https://eofftvreview.wordpress.com/2017/03/26/hellhole-1985/">EOFFTV</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXBLBSkIglCFtcMazrjTNsE-x3CapnUWL4nQMNb_cskti-OjHsEhT2rLDTM85Sh_s7eYVIRtr9ukPKMgN2lpX5RoB7WOvduUAvF9B9VjH7Usx9rpQgjj3HRXwrajjsiMLcxpvnuSTc7Q-88KQk1CHMFAYow-8QIIpQ5QquTNZySuUmFU-EWAmC7rWGw/s650/14_Hellhole_09-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="650" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXBLBSkIglCFtcMazrjTNsE-x3CapnUWL4nQMNb_cskti-OjHsEhT2rLDTM85Sh_s7eYVIRtr9ukPKMgN2lpX5RoB7WOvduUAvF9B9VjH7Usx9rpQgjj3HRXwrajjsiMLcxpvnuSTc7Q-88KQk1CHMFAYow-8QIIpQ5QquTNZySuUmFU-EWAmC7rWGw/s320/14_Hellhole_09-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Hellhole</b>, in any event, is what we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> love: pure trash. It's a WIP film, more or less, in that this time around instead of the women being locked in a prison, they are all locked in a nuthouse. Watch the full film at <i><a href="https://archive.org/details/hellhole.-1985.1080p.-blu-ray.-h-264.-aac-rarbg">Internet Archives</a></i>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqzJuZr0t-K5924TccpJrYLeHxeLovNBUhgGqb-0obN1MyUS-MM0Z5IR5klZk25trWoHJ_sK5-BE0Tp-4j1aKO_JYSUSpAtncUFphvHmKMH74dsIA-jHyQ22yatf3A_FunG7WyGBw7TVodBM94T2vyzbEDtQCHGwY0emITO7lWddiVxT005DzoXYUuw/s403/14_aScreenshot%202023-11-16%20at%2012-42-56%20Hellhole.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="285" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqzJuZr0t-K5924TccpJrYLeHxeLovNBUhgGqb-0obN1MyUS-MM0Z5IR5klZk25trWoHJ_sK5-BE0Tp-4j1aKO_JYSUSpAtncUFphvHmKMH74dsIA-jHyQ22yatf3A_FunG7WyGBw7TVodBM94T2vyzbEDtQCHGwY0emITO7lWddiVxT005DzoXYUuw/s320/14_aScreenshot%202023-11-16%20at%2012-42-56%20Hellhole.png" width="226" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Hellhole</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NTV2ErDXWh0" width="320" youtube-src-id="NTV2ErDXWh0"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Two years earlier, co-scripter Aaron Butler scripted the earlier mentioned WIP film with Edy Williams, <b>Chained Heat</b> (1983). As mentioned, the legendary Tom DeSimone (director of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/hell-night-usa-1981.html">Hell Night</a></b> [1981] and so much more, especially gay porn [often as "Lancer Brooks"]) was subsequently pulled in to shoot (uncredited) additional scenes. "Additional editing" was then done by Lee Harry, who says at <i><a href="http://www.coolasscinema.com/2017/01/cool-ass-cinema-presents-interview-with_20.html">Cool Ass Cinema</a></i>: "At the time I was co-owner of a struggling post-production company. An editor friend had been offered the <b>Hellhole </b>job, but considered it beneath him. I met with the post supervisor, Lawrence Appelbaum, and he offered me more money than I had seen in years. [...] It 'starred' the late Ray Sharkey, who appeared to be in his heroin phase, Marjoe Gortner, Edy Williams, the Russ Meyer bombshell, and the great <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/144431261/robert-james-z%27dar">Robert Z'dar</a>. I was hired to cut the reshoots, which were basically sex and violence scenes. It didn't offend my sensibilities because I had a baby on the way and needed the money." (Unbelievably enough, Mr. Harry fails to mention the fact that the great <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/209422039/dyanne-thorne">Dyanne Thorne</a> [14 Oct 1936 – 28 Jan 2020] is in the movie, too, playing the crazy patient Crysta.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54RobiwTIeNjMFIowwVt_DebAoBIrBOHbazlvFeipkw1-IHAf2B4gwzTBUWFyGW0TTKaVL92weNJl0xCuTjHU6vTwbNizLbjr1P421p6Sz2hXHDKE3mQ_A6vnN7PXSLneK2nD6TuBa3pcsK4PJiy4uKwQIMWFiypQKg1I4mpUAE92uUVov9GB26l8dw/s486/14_cScreenshot%202023-11-16%20at%2012-43-10%20Hellhole.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="285" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54RobiwTIeNjMFIowwVt_DebAoBIrBOHbazlvFeipkw1-IHAf2B4gwzTBUWFyGW0TTKaVL92weNJl0xCuTjHU6vTwbNizLbjr1P421p6Sz2hXHDKE3mQ_A6vnN7PXSLneK2nD6TuBa3pcsK4PJiy4uKwQIMWFiypQKg1I4mpUAE92uUVov9GB26l8dw/s320/14_cScreenshot%202023-11-16%20at%2012-43-10%20Hellhole.png" width="188" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Marjoe Gortner suddenly has qualms:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/a6cYZ-RkcfY" width="320" youtube-src-id="a6cYZ-RkcfY"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">At <i><a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/hellhole-v22102">All Movie</a></i>, Cavett Binion has the plot: "It's hard to be critical of an exploitation film that revels so gleefully in its awfulness. To begin with, we're presented with dazed, glassy-eyed heroine Susan (Judy Landers<b>*</b>), whose condition is readily explained by a bout with amnesia brought on by the brutal murder of her mother (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/143385037/lynn-borden">Lynn Borden</a> [24 Mar 1937 — 3 Mar 2015] of <b>Frogs </b>[1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nS6Tn_Gt3EA">trailer</a>] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-mama-white-mama-usa-1972.html">Black Mama White Mama</a></b> [1973]) at the hands of a sleazy villain, Silk (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6800118/ray-sharkey">Ray Sharkey</a> [14 Nov 1952 – 11 Jun 1993]). She is sent to the prison-like Ashland Mental Hospital for therapy, at first blissfully unaware of the diabolical mind experiments being performed on the all-female patients in the title dungeon by leering mad doctor, Dr. Fletcher (Mary Woronov of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-of-comet-usa-1984.html">Night of the Comet</a></b> [1984] and so much more), who's done more than her share of leering in films of this type. Sharkey's Silk not out of the picture — he's lurking about the grounds, hoping to wring some secrets from our heroine about the documents he tried to obtain from her poor mom. The usual women-in-prison accouterments abound, from glue-sniffing lesbians to lecherous guards. [...]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fzd1yw1Wy10yakaF3c-COT-ugTYXQCTF3j6o8ZyAjbKnqO9otPBa6t-_JmfsQT0A8Lcb8bedfElmBUuQUSlaVme2nid85DL3Y1VzessxCjLHWSvrNTRG602c-mNbVtRpalRFoQi5UoPYI2EVRUuggQKot2E2uRu6W2BgrP65ZjQ4MrYK2nq9qTdSsg/s755/14_hellhole.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="493" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fzd1yw1Wy10yakaF3c-COT-ugTYXQCTF3j6o8ZyAjbKnqO9otPBa6t-_JmfsQT0A8Lcb8bedfElmBUuQUSlaVme2nid85DL3Y1VzessxCjLHWSvrNTRG602c-mNbVtRpalRFoQi5UoPYI2EVRUuggQKot2E2uRu6W2BgrP65ZjQ4MrYK2nq9qTdSsg/s320/14_hellhole.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">In <b>Hellhole</b>, "Judy Landers's Susan seemed sane simply because Judy's one of the few actress with the innate ability to appear as if she was born without a brain. And, as we all know, it's kinda hard to damage a brain when there's no brain to damage in the first place. [<a href="http://houseofselfindulgence.blogspot.com/2011/09/hellhole-pierre-de-moro-1985.html"><i>House of Indulgence</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmqNEkzZRMS5XnwiEVhKHZlvxQzfkft9ctinwNhsQ7tao7Lsq46tDQM15fN1ndml1fHJ-VRmXUn3TYdSaYTk_nAeOgLHkh6gl1A6XKPv2RZjh12C4-oPh5V-OLWwVq3Q_oVhZjnas9Q8ZMxy29a63Kf2uOVUlJcU91_dtQm2SgeVNJbk3NKYrQ-LR3Q/s964/14_hellhole-2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmqNEkzZRMS5XnwiEVhKHZlvxQzfkft9ctinwNhsQ7tao7Lsq46tDQM15fN1ndml1fHJ-VRmXUn3TYdSaYTk_nAeOgLHkh6gl1A6XKPv2RZjh12C4-oPh5V-OLWwVq3Q_oVhZjnas9Q8ZMxy29a63Kf2uOVUlJcU91_dtQm2SgeVNJbk3NKYrQ-LR3Q/s320/14_hellhole-2.webp" width="212" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Chased!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HY_CLt2KcTM" width="320" youtube-src-id="HY_CLt2KcTM"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams (you see her in the trailer) "is on hand for the sole purpose of showing some skin", which she does as a patient named Vera, whom Silk approaches at one point to get info on Ron (Richard Cox of <b>Seizure </b>[1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji-yfYlCrbc">trailer</a>], with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/04/rip-jonathan-frid.html">Jonathan Frid</a></b>), an orderly at the institution who eventually gets the girl by saving Susan.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpLKzvcNVJZZSoVXA7iPEC1W9QN2ejAwVPum2o_jJc48TLVmYFQfnU6_bPXwCznI6se0x9JogKKMf8RPlT-ifH3x-LZ4gYTKkkhgJUQoCSArprCC-2cV2OGyTycPdsc6h7SH8proaiiEoQm5yVDkBgxnQ0FE452gEsd38uFcfitXSfk9aHnoH86cQ_g/s650/14_Hellhole_03-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="650" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpLKzvcNVJZZSoVXA7iPEC1W9QN2ejAwVPum2o_jJc48TLVmYFQfnU6_bPXwCznI6se0x9JogKKMf8RPlT-ifH3x-LZ4gYTKkkhgJUQoCSArprCC-2cV2OGyTycPdsc6h7SH8proaiiEoQm5yVDkBgxnQ0FE452gEsd38uFcfitXSfk9aHnoH86cQ_g/s320/14_Hellhole_03-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"If you like women, and I mean, really like women, you'll definitely want to check out <b>Hellhole</b>, the developmentally challenged Cadillac of women in prison movies. It's got every kind of woman your unvarnished heart could possibly desire. Of course, the catch being that all the women are somewhat meshuggeneh. However, if you're like me, and you can't stand being around women who have all their faculties in order, then have I got a treat for you. It's got women who swing axes, body-blow absorbing nurses, sandbox girls (there's nothing hotter than the sight of a grown woman playing in a sandbox while wearing a nondescript hospital gown), beastly women who lurk in dark boiler rooms, jacuzzi lesbians, mud-bath connoisseurs, Christian fundamentalists with crimped hair, glue-sniffing lesbians (actually, the jacuzzi lesbians and the glue-sniffing lesbians are one in the same, so it should read 'glue-sniffing lesbians who like jacuzzis'), shock-haired psychotics, overly enthusiastic shower fight bystanders, and skittish binge eaters. Oh, my, I'm getting tingly just thinking about all the mentally unstable ladies who populate this film's rough and grimy universe. [<i><a href="http://houseofselfindulgence.blogspot.com/2011/09/hellhole-pierre-de-moro-1985.html">House of Indulgence</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYRujJCHI9SVtmEI-5UGFIZsse_uIzOzPKlerdUWKFYBr7jKauSPErZIZxJkfAf_h-6LV1KzneTv8odZw7PEEAQdtyLyxFYqzq_0tD0hoXnO3GFep_-smiu4anATF2P9fqBvQg2tCJRBYkCdOKUuOfGBoICoSq8OaibC37Ik4KSYES2YdJQtRs5Tl9g/s639/14_hellhole-7.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="639" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYRujJCHI9SVtmEI-5UGFIZsse_uIzOzPKlerdUWKFYBr7jKauSPErZIZxJkfAf_h-6LV1KzneTv8odZw7PEEAQdtyLyxFYqzq_0tD0hoXnO3GFep_-smiu4anATF2P9fqBvQg2tCJRBYkCdOKUuOfGBoICoSq8OaibC37Ik4KSYES2YdJQtRs5Tl9g/s320/14_hellhole-7.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Will Dr. Fletcher ravage the sultry Susan? Will Silk ravage the sultry Susan? Will the lesbian babes of the asylum ravage the sultry Susan? This film spends 95 minutes topping each previous gratuitous scene. Everything about Judy Landers, from her demeanor, satin shorts, revealing hospital gown, kinky nurse uniform, and general state of helplessness plays well to the gratuitous nature of this exploitation film. For a guilty pleasure, enjoy <b>Hellhole</b>, directed by Pierre DeMoro. [<a href="https://zisiemporium.blogspot.com/2018/09/hellhole-naked-lesbian-cat-fights-in.html">Zisi Emporium</a>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKbxRTGRnE2Pnyd9r_9l42wIugQ9EyFbFJOUBdjCXRMjNOAcWcds7InJbO7i-2dGGjnIHr2_Qatw2qAADIDz_oaGIGnj86VMLsvhle4oThjyTTxMPhatqIyPFr1uQ8ELuBMXjoNjKatg-v_1kPx1LW3zC2XYrV2G6b0lOllqsiT6zTgjo6iz4GslOYg/s359/14_db_7756.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKbxRTGRnE2Pnyd9r_9l42wIugQ9EyFbFJOUBdjCXRMjNOAcWcds7InJbO7i-2dGGjnIHr2_Qatw2qAADIDz_oaGIGnj86VMLsvhle4oThjyTTxMPhatqIyPFr1uQ8ELuBMXjoNjKatg-v_1kPx1LW3zC2XYrV2G6b0lOllqsiT6zTgjo6iz4GslOYg/s320/14_db_7756.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"If you wanna find a sleazy one for the night, then this will fill your VCR nicely. You get boobs, butts, girl/girl action, some bad fight scenes, and a mad female scientits all in one film! Wasn't quite as good as I just made it sound, but fun none the less. You get to see Edy Williams nekid a few times. You get to see one of them big-tittied Landers girls stare blankly and squeak out unintelligent dialog (just like I do in every review). You get to see the morons left over from the mad Dr.'s experiments. Not a gory film nor that great a w.i.p., however it'll give you a few good chuckles. [<i><a href="http://www.buried.com/moviereviews/hellhole-1985/448/">Buried</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxVkBgMXzPGHRXgM9P8twaG8MarwSHDrMgG9Y5tlZfnQqE7llwwt5ykvhw34Gxp73sb_vdwtv5_EgfGGoVINVYdIowFGWSsB6lGwicvDkRyn4DRoToOafpooNs7wHlDAttnEROM6NL1UWXo1yYL6f-aYwG8APvmutrZ3dAH3s9Uh18uEjkhZFcoZyvA/s600/14_hellhole-9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="600" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxVkBgMXzPGHRXgM9P8twaG8MarwSHDrMgG9Y5tlZfnQqE7llwwt5ykvhw34Gxp73sb_vdwtv5_EgfGGoVINVYdIowFGWSsB6lGwicvDkRyn4DRoToOafpooNs7wHlDAttnEROM6NL1UWXo1yYL6f-aYwG8APvmutrZ3dAH3s9Uh18uEjkhZFcoZyvA/s320/14_hellhole-9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Rented Lips</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1987, dir. Robert Downey Sr.)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjB7W5Q6RY4OhHmKUlJcOJO0mz3YNzv8q_vizTTqhZpIBQfVBpa-KiaJVDM0yGvUrNl4NiRSQpz2_dUUFJv5OiyMSxV4TQip2oA5LiBrFsOnZM3ZTcuDxwzYveTOFZwqly3ZmN59yfqknZoFfo4h_U6vGTJYeC7pA-4KBkBrm4ODkNYqCb2PUi9-5IA/s470/15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjB7W5Q6RY4OhHmKUlJcOJO0mz3YNzv8q_vizTTqhZpIBQfVBpa-KiaJVDM0yGvUrNl4NiRSQpz2_dUUFJv5OiyMSxV4TQip2oA5LiBrFsOnZM3ZTcuDxwzYveTOFZwqly3ZmN59yfqknZoFfo4h_U6vGTJYeC7pA-4KBkBrm4ODkNYqCb2PUi9-5IA/s320/15.jpg" width="209" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Not considered one of the director's highpoints, <b>Rented Lips</b> was written by and also stars some guy named Martin Mull. Edy Williams plays a porn actress named Heather Darling, a part originally intended for Valerie Perrine. And, yes, Robert Downey Sr.'s son Robert "Iron Man" Downey appears to play a porn star named Wolf Dangler.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqAwhJu0HvGtjJ2_m_D2Z_1hF7E9LjI9aQGpyBkpWuSHAunaylJVHqgI1i1vLQb19amSDZYM6Mpho-OlWfy4MwG-VY1H7BkVuE7nCD4XEKBK2N6Nkv_qc4msTSlxDuFWV0Wrc9VHwtqf365SjhZEvWLfBi1SNyciMXwkWA_449ZHcwGDOXiez9aU6Iw/s1828/0_Rented-Lips.avi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="1602" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqAwhJu0HvGtjJ2_m_D2Z_1hF7E9LjI9aQGpyBkpWuSHAunaylJVHqgI1i1vLQb19amSDZYM6Mpho-OlWfy4MwG-VY1H7BkVuE7nCD4XEKBK2N6Nkv_qc4msTSlxDuFWV0Wrc9VHwtqf365SjhZEvWLfBi1SNyciMXwkWA_449ZHcwGDOXiez9aU6Iw/s320/0_Rented-Lips.avi.jpg" width="280" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Rented Lips</b> was a flop and seems to exist in several different edits. Here at <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/"><i>a wasted life</i></a>, we would think a film so universally panned cannot be as bad as they say — judge for yourself. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6i46uQ53aaDGoQFw01z6rpTMI52yytbkzFYS9D158TVcDRUM0xPq8MYNwgTObZ47G-OPzkw38eOf50qdh_4A5ue6-LpYY0M8xsWfJMdst1HLVZq6zXOsN_8mDBU0MWQeF8X7X8Pruca6U6M3tCIdiyAgcUR7iyHnlmFnC3dMIFE0IGLUWFrB1aQ_5zQ/s394/15_Rented_Lips.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="252" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6i46uQ53aaDGoQFw01z6rpTMI52yytbkzFYS9D158TVcDRUM0xPq8MYNwgTObZ47G-OPzkw38eOf50qdh_4A5ue6-LpYY0M8xsWfJMdst1HLVZq6zXOsN_8mDBU0MWQeF8X7X8Pruca6U6M3tCIdiyAgcUR7iyHnlmFnC3dMIFE0IGLUWFrB1aQ_5zQ/s320/15_Rented_Lips.jpg" width="205" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>One version of the full film:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dZQj7NzMZNM" width="320" youtube-src-id="dZQj7NzMZNM"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"A documentary filmmaker (Mull), who has spent the last 15 years making films like <b>Aluminum: Our Shiny Friend</b>, is finally given the chance to make the documentary on Indian farming he has always wanted to. The catch? He must simultaneously direct a porn film. But as he tries to make the porn film, which he turns into a musical called <b>Halloween in the Barracks</b>, he must deal with a temperamental actor, a fundamentalist preacher, and other obstacles. [<i><a href="http://see-aych.com/rented-lips/">80s Movie Guide</a></i>]" A more-detailed synopsis of what sounds like a mess can be found at the <i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Film/59086-RENTED-LIPS?sid=e173ba6b-9517-4019-ae53-3048151b7da9&sr=11.955129&cp=1&pos=0">AFI Catalog</a></i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHSvDAw0ToFpVIGisYvHMzeaoHYgP_27fSXsBu2hXGGabvHPPuLtmtIhg_htH2p5yBf8G1QR6rDseXSsYNZGDGDb3GHsMzEfqBoUw8isF79r2bSZVT_HlUi8a5bLnBwTyt1VEgI3M_Ik0YvYmfxEk05SWyRRPNPs-ypMwMX9i82ke91xcWbs5DHhk7A/s500/0_Rented.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="500" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHSvDAw0ToFpVIGisYvHMzeaoHYgP_27fSXsBu2hXGGabvHPPuLtmtIhg_htH2p5yBf8G1QR6rDseXSsYNZGDGDb3GHsMzEfqBoUw8isF79r2bSZVT_HlUi8a5bLnBwTyt1VEgI3M_Ik0YvYmfxEk05SWyRRPNPs-ypMwMX9i82ke91xcWbs5DHhk7A/s320/0_Rented.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene without Edy:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EwrtO44f_Us" width="320" youtube-src-id="EwrtO44f_Us"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"What in the world went wrong with <b>Rented Lips</b>? Certainly no movie written by and starring Martin Mull and directed by Robert Downey should be this bad. It's a joke, right? No such luck. This film about inept movie makers botching up the movies they're making is so bollixed up itself — full of jokes that misfire, gags that drag and a plot that leaks out like methane gas — that you wonder whether the story behind the film is funnier than what we're watching. [Michael Wilmington @ <i><a href="https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1988-07-15-ca-6963-story.html">LA Times</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Film in film —</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Edy acts with Robert Jr.:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YI3RyiCwN4E" width="320" youtube-src-id="YI3RyiCwN4E"></iframe></div><br /> <br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dirty Laundry</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1987, dir. William Webb)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKUNbTE6faZzlBf-o_CQtzFSm4IHmZ3DqCB36PZIb_DtfzqilBXALjvl7VULNNuob9kz1cLMGFpMieQkoHxwxCMPKG-JW81xn_lpP9Kh4444Tz42OHnE_6Xaq_lzJQ8BSmq8DWKbNfgjTPkrOzCWM9TPNStrIgr0k9GiLo7h4Ud3mwMW0C7QD-1tGNQ/s530/16_DL_2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKUNbTE6faZzlBf-o_CQtzFSm4IHmZ3DqCB36PZIb_DtfzqilBXALjvl7VULNNuob9kz1cLMGFpMieQkoHxwxCMPKG-JW81xn_lpP9Kh4444Tz42OHnE_6Xaq_lzJQ8BSmq8DWKbNfgjTPkrOzCWM9TPNStrIgr0k9GiLo7h4Ud3mwMW0C7QD-1tGNQ/s320/16_DL_2.png" width="199" /></a></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">For a while, William Webb specialized in low-rent C-films like this comedy thriller: poorly made forgettable stuff with an odd array of no-names and slumming "names" in need of rent money. Then he stopped. No one noticed.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1i0ASa9eaV-922hnCYfJUcOy1RCG6gMhdQBWlmRuU0zWt197luy8KlbazynbwhA-WxOZr6C_r4alRUlGSK7h1aY2aP_bau2LXcVA8fmeEMx_ITeehPlCEyoXmG69UbdUVzEVDHCjwzvpOPu8vnQJQxw0m94WDkKDh-hydNhz59y_tlEqGvPClO-Xsw/s550/16_CarlLewis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="550" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1i0ASa9eaV-922hnCYfJUcOy1RCG6gMhdQBWlmRuU0zWt197luy8KlbazynbwhA-WxOZr6C_r4alRUlGSK7h1aY2aP_bau2LXcVA8fmeEMx_ITeehPlCEyoXmG69UbdUVzEVDHCjwzvpOPu8vnQJQxw0m94WDkKDh-hydNhz59y_tlEqGvPClO-Xsw/s320/16_CarlLewis.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams pops up to play the Poodle Lady; you see her in the trailer. Former Olympic pretty boy Carl Lewis makes his acting debut in the movie playing a cop (you see him above, not from the movie, and in the trailer), as does former Olympic pretty boy Greg Louganis (below, from his 1987 <b>Playgirl </b>layout). <b>Dirty Laundry</b> never got an official theater release, going straight to home video.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs7rQzOLHeQvDCrBiqUS1uJYmWn_UtzSpXbgSTzRF_zXJO7ZRR3a-rJA23qU97FOrtwtps-z8V1EAL2buAk7hyTGs7iAd3RWek6J-20E7U9K1pEzu6lndiJqlVoDMakn-LMImENReJTYZ29xzWw4k9XI6jQOHaL5lPj6rx5UjLL6N_Ac8bGLAynhMfA/s1280/16_Greg.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="788" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs7rQzOLHeQvDCrBiqUS1uJYmWn_UtzSpXbgSTzRF_zXJO7ZRR3a-rJA23qU97FOrtwtps-z8V1EAL2buAk7hyTGs7iAd3RWek6J-20E7U9K1pEzu6lndiJqlVoDMakn-LMImENReJTYZ29xzWw4k9XI6jQOHaL5lPj6rx5UjLL6N_Ac8bGLAynhMfA/s320/16_Greg.webp" width="197" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot: "The film follows a young man (<a href="https://www.sanctuary-magazine.com/june-20-leigh-mccloskey.html">Leigh McCloskey</a>, "an author, visionary artist and visual philosopher", of <b>Inferno </b>[1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbKgG_TC_To">trailer</a>],<b> Cameron's Closet</b> [1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5LbvhQR_5g">trailer</a>] and <b>Lucky Stiff </b>[1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjtBqwGzTP4">full movie</a>]) who visits his local laundromat where a big scene is made when a young couple starts fighting loudly. A man with a sack full of cash is doing a drug drop at the same time in the laundromat and the two bags get mixed up. Soon a local drug pin is on the hunt for the young man and a female reporter when they discover he has the bag of cash instead of the bag of his dirty underwear. [<i><a href="https://www.horrorsociety.com/2022/01/18/blu-review-dirty-laundry-mvd-rewind-collection/">Horror Society</a></i>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbWPvjyUCHQXOu9itKajAMhFCLGiNHYxoZw8KgoqoQkblK18p5PKP8_DufhOIHmPgrISYu1zCtMpIteloeTF5osKn1MwFF6G7yok9yusKFE4ZQynJXbS9YZPVGJWET-nqHhRgbqfRtRQSQEyDdRHANmjnAm5iSEqghyphenhyphenKSQY1UTlxuMylaRjEEHLnxXQ/s600/16_dirty-laundry-53859l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="600" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbWPvjyUCHQXOu9itKajAMhFCLGiNHYxoZw8KgoqoQkblK18p5PKP8_DufhOIHmPgrISYu1zCtMpIteloeTF5osKn1MwFF6G7yok9yusKFE4ZQynJXbS9YZPVGJWET-nqHhRgbqfRtRQSQEyDdRHANmjnAm5iSEqghyphenhyphenKSQY1UTlxuMylaRjEEHLnxXQ/s320/16_dirty-laundry-53859l.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dirty Laundry</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/M4KX7SmEx58" width="320" youtube-src-id="M4KX7SmEx58"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Other than using actual film, <b>Dirty Laundry</b> appears like a side project for some college students, those usually shot on video. At least the California scenery often looks great, a minuscule positive in a movie that offers near zero entertainment value, and instead injects visual melatonin into the brain. [<i><a href="https://www.doblu.com/2021/12/19/dirty-laundry-blu-ray-review/">DoBlu</a></i>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeBfdw46Z_Y6RsCQBSCsmW4fpiGsfFgyToGxRDozJwdN-3phPUxf5VmY0C2gCkdJXq4qI9mHg6D4t5sTDUgsqAr-V_7JS1Re__UwkGvN3Gt1oNpNNVbaolvRfdGJhE1F3LWPRv6Xl59O5gWJuTWTLan9wz3QEyyJS028_Jd2aAw-Q5_Jg8OuVrKQRvg/s586/16_DL_5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="586" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeBfdw46Z_Y6RsCQBSCsmW4fpiGsfFgyToGxRDozJwdN-3phPUxf5VmY0C2gCkdJXq4qI9mHg6D4t5sTDUgsqAr-V_7JS1Re__UwkGvN3Gt1oNpNNVbaolvRfdGJhE1F3LWPRv6Xl59O5gWJuTWTLan9wz3QEyyJS028_Jd2aAw-Q5_Jg8OuVrKQRvg/s320/16_DL_5.png" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Full movie:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JC7whb4fSu0" width="320" youtube-src-id="JC7whb4fSu0"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The classic plot device of switched bags that look the same but have far different things inside is the basis for 1987's <b>Dirty Laundry</b>, which might be a perfect example of a 1980s direct-to-video movie. [...] If the cheesy music score and unmistakably 80s colors don't immediately grab you, the cast list certainly will — we've got legendary singers Frankie Valli AND <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/2312/sonny-bono">Sonny Bono</a> playing bad guys [...]. Carl Lewis plays a slick-looking but not too bright cop tracking the action in an obvious attempt to parody<b> Miami Vice</b>, which was popular at the time. This is one of those movies that could easily be a complete dud but it's saved by its age and now-dated visuals along with the noteworthy cast who might have just needed a paycheck when signing on. Most of the humor predictably falls flat, relying mostly on the bad guys' ineptitude [...]. [<i><a href="https://www.dvdtalk.com/reviews/review/75095">DVD Talk</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiqwFnXyXegDtrqXlEE6EeoL5HXSTYROd5OM_xO4RlBd7JF63lgXLwIFHrvYkZ7lyTEP8fnFg1oqFGMGV1Dp7lihEdKuxjYkxF-JFGs1UpOrYkMfAZP1_q27xoiCrHTcfpWRMo5tqT1LRo6NjvAC_AQ4Qxq5KF89RKtrwBBTrMiWhguVpJJg416FpDQ/s640/16_edy%20in%20DL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="640" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiqwFnXyXegDtrqXlEE6EeoL5HXSTYROd5OM_xO4RlBd7JF63lgXLwIFHrvYkZ7lyTEP8fnFg1oqFGMGV1Dp7lihEdKuxjYkxF-JFGs1UpOrYkMfAZP1_q27xoiCrHTcfpWRMo5tqT1LRo6NjvAC_AQ4Qxq5KF89RKtrwBBTrMiWhguVpJJg416FpDQ/s320/16_edy%20in%20DL.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Of course, [almost] every film also has its defenders — as does <b>Dirty Laundry</b>, over at <i><a href="https://themovieelite.com/dirty-laundry-1987-mvd-rewind-collection-blu-ray-review/">The Movie Elite</a></i>, which says: "A simple, connect-the-dots comedy/caper with its feet firmly entrenched in the cocaine-swilling '80s, <b>Dirty Laundry</b> is a delightfully unsophisticated movie with random punks, casual racism, girls in bikinis, old ladies with guns, <b>Miami Vice</b> spoofing, kung fu, and a chase in an ice cream truck. Honestly, what more could you ask for? It's dumb, sometimes tasteless, and clumsier than a <b>Police Academy</b> sequel, but I had a really fun time with it. Never released theatrically, but dumped to home video during the VHS video boom, <b>Dirty Laundry </b>could have used even more tasteless and sexist gags, but as it is, it's a goober of a time capsule."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpB5OWYTMKbVukrbanl2NqbDGjy_Qmjcv1NH4MRFBYS2_jTrluguiZupPgtsYBxQk8ooBNsC3D5cSxRGb92TZrsOfVablboqXpuJitCSPkIu1wuA18xKL7tfzFzyppFRGhSGQZwoW8pnNuBWulqTCxbes1gIWQen0C5FNhz6F1uJOydz8yE-MGuMw9w/s531/16_DL_3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpB5OWYTMKbVukrbanl2NqbDGjy_Qmjcv1NH4MRFBYS2_jTrluguiZupPgtsYBxQk8ooBNsC3D5cSxRGb92TZrsOfVablboqXpuJitCSPkIu1wuA18xKL7tfzFzyppFRGhSGQZwoW8pnNuBWulqTCxbes1gIWQen0C5FNhz6F1uJOydz8yE-MGuMw9w/s320/16_DL_3.png" width="193" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Mankillers</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1987, writ. & dir. David A Prior)</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANbn6fSRJ2gjzHpS7ScAeBPJar0SxA-_EkTXmnb8_wMPYEU7PIWUFWh9D7slv5i_UkPDL7P0kCWIZnYdPBSnDuAMgSGHpORe5yr9yudIS5LZVkauqOBBxeVJFKOs7E4s71z-jJY9lZeQ6YZ-MLev1qUxH2B1_-eHg7hKmJY1DmxejeJXWTsUjk5ENsg/s1024/17_aMankillers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="790" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANbn6fSRJ2gjzHpS7ScAeBPJar0SxA-_EkTXmnb8_wMPYEU7PIWUFWh9D7slv5i_UkPDL7P0kCWIZnYdPBSnDuAMgSGHpORe5yr9yudIS5LZVkauqOBBxeVJFKOs7E4s71z-jJY9lZeQ6YZ-MLev1qUxH2B1_-eHg7hKmJY1DmxejeJXWTsUjk5ENsg/s320/17_aMankillers.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>And you ran away from women</i>?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">John Mickland (William Zipp)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkniBjOJlI8bSQWXYUA_at6bUbibLOb5d6pLF_NqKzHT_B2YQyNcQ50sT0DcIvdld0Yurr5z2OKjWo7izh3YUEx09Wj3ipwyhA5M0302dUpwQAUi_70jt5L5v-n0BdRZNkaiZ2HsOqoBlRNBw0_k-4lGctRpm2lK_q1zNmfxTnnXRzinuQ0C2qDbHTg/s265/17_index.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="190" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkniBjOJlI8bSQWXYUA_at6bUbibLOb5d6pLF_NqKzHT_B2YQyNcQ50sT0DcIvdld0Yurr5z2OKjWo7izh3YUEx09Wj3ipwyhA5M0302dUpwQAUi_70jt5L5v-n0BdRZNkaiZ2HsOqoBlRNBw0_k-4lGctRpm2lK_q1zNmfxTnnXRzinuQ0C2qDbHTg/s1600/17_index.jpg" width="190" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Mankillers</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/018Ne8EH6u4" width="320" youtube-src-id="018Ne8EH6u4"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A.k.a. <b>12 Wild Women</b>. One can only wonder that it took so long for Edy Williams to find herself in one David A. Prior's typical vehicles, as he did indeed enjoy hiring the forgotten. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUICWeMfqeYvVaL8CieA1Qnu8mjUHiz8_GrnMzZpy7LapXfu5ytsLkibhqFDahISzX2wxtlkIy6Rlgvcj43WkwdW3FGddNgMLxDB34dAfegOe60esCVKyA-yXlFzLw4sbQCTjxaXTkCB7Ag09CPEL2RNrDHwzujLVYUsUTRdZjSeuXrgEhIrafugKnXw/s1302/17_mankillers-vhs-fr.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="941" data-original-width="1302" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUICWeMfqeYvVaL8CieA1Qnu8mjUHiz8_GrnMzZpy7LapXfu5ytsLkibhqFDahISzX2wxtlkIy6Rlgvcj43WkwdW3FGddNgMLxDB34dAfegOe60esCVKyA-yXlFzLw4sbQCTjxaXTkCB7Ag09CPEL2RNrDHwzujLVYUsUTRdZjSeuXrgEhIrafugKnXw/s320/17_mankillers-vhs-fr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Here, Edy Williams shares a little limelight with the then-forgotten, now-unknown <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/206094922/edd-byrnes">Edd "Kookie" Byrnes</a> ([30 Jul 1932 – 8 Jan 2020] of <b>Any Gun Can Play </b>[1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSw2x6e1R6g">trailer</a>] & <b>Reform School Girl</b> [1957 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnJPAIBKOKY">trailer</a>]), not to mention the on-the-skids <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6517997/gail-fisher">Gail Fisher</a> (18 Aug 1935 – 2 Dec 2000). As to be expected, both Williams and Byrnes have minor parts that probably took less than half a day to shoot. That's Edd way down below getting a knife in his gonads.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="http://everydayheterosexism.blogspot.com/2013/09/edd-byrnes-ginchiest-gay-hustler.html"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://everydayheterosexism.blogspot.com/2013/09/edd-byrnes-ginchiest-gay-hustler.html"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9uq1gqCUHBjXpPvu2sInGn0Om6_zyrfmd0YEqjKU4o-eyy8a5ZKWiqZD3v1fHUXNATI6feGU4vfjZqR0l4BLqRv5NYJfZrjFtLUwLkk6Xq0rCdll-YAAM6NxQtgGxSL9C_4IP_-5W7Ob8Pe_cXqELBHQqxrW5JS3qEq8jXlsxCdPg4vgKAc0FC6lvg/s300/0_Kookie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9uq1gqCUHBjXpPvu2sInGn0Om6_zyrfmd0YEqjKU4o-eyy8a5ZKWiqZD3v1fHUXNATI6feGU4vfjZqR0l4BLqRv5NYJfZrjFtLUwLkk6Xq0rCdll-YAAM6NxQtgGxSL9C_4IP_-5W7Ob8Pe_cXqELBHQqxrW5JS3qEq8jXlsxCdPg4vgKAc0FC6lvg/s1600/0_Kookie.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Edd Byrnes & Connie Stevens sing</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MT9QZBGyXjU" width="320" youtube-src-id="MT9QZBGyXjU"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Arguably the foremost auteur of grade-D action movies in the 1980s and early '90s, director David A. Prior (5 Oct 1955 – 16 Aug 2015) is to '80s action what Cirio Santiago was to '70s exploitation: cheap, prolific and interested only in delivering the bare essentials of the genre. Prior's movies could care less about plot or character. He only wants to put as much violent, sweaty action as can be packed into 90 minutes. At this, he is successful. The quality of said action is another story. [...] David A. Prior is such a unique voice in the genre; comparing him to Ed Wood is too reductive, but he is similarly prolific, similarly passionate about the kinds of movies he made and similarly lacking in the resources to truly bring his oversized visions to the screen. If not for companies like <a href="https://olivefilms.com/">Olive</a> and <a href="http://www.slasherstudios.com/">Slasher Studios</a>, <b>Mankillers </b>would likely have vanished alongside the VHS format. Now it will never die. [<a href="http://www.fthismovie.net/2016/09/off-shelf-mankillers-blu-ray.html"><i>F This Movie</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlJAwwcBZdMyMP-541bMRn7hkSTSa-Hczy-v6Zu9ZsjojWzgYTUR7vDOgXF6ZFZgZb5Ye3Q6TBll66qN_FQbRWrNsbgWctW0t5gSfEHrkALRsO2iB7DX4-bTyQ4g-H-E6ToqtMKPJ1wcRdg69P8yIWntOP_dKZN4hYNOMHwmhldU-TERlGYwrUxqQdg/s430/17_MankillersEgypt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlJAwwcBZdMyMP-541bMRn7hkSTSa-Hczy-v6Zu9ZsjojWzgYTUR7vDOgXF6ZFZgZb5Ye3Q6TBll66qN_FQbRWrNsbgWctW0t5gSfEHrkALRsO2iB7DX4-bTyQ4g-H-E6ToqtMKPJ1wcRdg69P8yIWntOP_dKZN4hYNOMHwmhldU-TERlGYwrUxqQdg/s320/17_MankillersEgypt.jpg" width="228" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>From the film —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Freedom </i>by Steve McClintock:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vXwJDtZgBRQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="vXwJDtZgBRQ"></iframe></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Plot: "John Mickland (William Zipp) is one very bad dude. He's a drug runner, murderer, white slave trader/human trafficker, and will torture you with a chainsaw if he doesn't like you. So, with that information in hand, CIA agent Rachael McKenna (Lynda Aldon, below on a magazine cover) begins the hunt for Mickland. With only the logic of 'women are more effective in the field', she tells her superiors she needs a battalion of 12 women. She goes to the local prison and rounds up some babes, telling them if they help her on this dangerous mission, they will be freed. The women agree and begin an intense training regimen. When their training is cut short, the inexperienced women and their leader must face off against Mickland and his many minions with the odds stacked even further against them. Will they be the ultimate <b>Mankillers</b>? [<i><a href="http://www.comeuppancereviews.net/2015/04/mankillers-1987.html">Comeuppance</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlyFTNJraj2-u15vwTxFrxp_bnO_ITKmUyxd2xAWAKrFiJrhsu9kQlgOXZWagqHSi_W-0DM8cmc2Gbell5XcZFzhFpa9bKRIGCMrMOt0tLQGKhyphenhyphendxi30R2KRZ4wNloAZ52IjAIoP4ZGtR2VLawK_d3GIgqKIz54UkTRL-qI2hcAO4r4TvCt3aXN6n-A/s2128/17_Mankillers_Lynda.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2128" data-original-width="1534" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlyFTNJraj2-u15vwTxFrxp_bnO_ITKmUyxd2xAWAKrFiJrhsu9kQlgOXZWagqHSi_W-0DM8cmc2Gbell5XcZFzhFpa9bKRIGCMrMOt0tLQGKhyphenhyphendxi30R2KRZ4wNloAZ52IjAIoP4ZGtR2VLawK_d3GIgqKIz54UkTRL-qI2hcAO4r4TvCt3aXN6n-A/s320/17_Mankillers_Lynda.jpg" width="231" /></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Needless to say, David A. Prior was "inspired" by an older, far more popular and male-dominated movie, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19544/robert-aldrich">Robert Aldrich</a>'s <b>The Dirty Dozen</b> (1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ff1V6ywnWcY" target="_blank">trailer</a>). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZuViNcnkxSRyRoKaAkA-U_GIirEwxUxuRTm3jMA5EpN0VWphbKjDFnhdQUmBYATSvOGSQKMr6vZYBxml_qsfbXZ_fVghyLSjiJRvNeROtgC43WSsKBPmhqrMt1z03EcvRN_G0pSN_UTFHuy9nhPCblz8loe5c54xS_AjZxADSAe7o4toIJaHTEPMmnA/s320/17_tumblr_o4wt2frtgh1tbcweeo1_400.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="320" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZuViNcnkxSRyRoKaAkA-U_GIirEwxUxuRTm3jMA5EpN0VWphbKjDFnhdQUmBYATSvOGSQKMr6vZYBxml_qsfbXZ_fVghyLSjiJRvNeROtgC43WSsKBPmhqrMt1z03EcvRN_G0pSN_UTFHuy9nhPCblz8loe5c54xS_AjZxADSAe7o4toIJaHTEPMmnA/s1600/17_tumblr_o4wt2frtgh1tbcweeo1_400.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The cover of this leads one to believe this is an <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/18308005/andy-sidaris">Andy Sidaris</a>/<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/223808918/julie-strain">Julie Strain</a>-style sexy actioner, and that isn't what it is. Yes, there's plenty of women clad the way you see above, but there's no sex, no nudity, nothing of that sort. What this is, is an AIP actioner from 1987 that, without having a <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/144431261/robert-james-z%27dar">Z'Dar</a> or a <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6480279/cameron-mitchell">Cameron Mitchell</a> or anyone like that, still works in that fun, AIP vein. Zipp as the baddie just straight kills it, whether it's the mullet or the slicked-back ponytail look, as he's doing enough blow to make Scarface uncomfortable and cutting guys up with a chainsaw, you can't help but love it. Yes, the premise is crazy, and yes you see things like the same guy killed twice, but when David Prior is giving us a shoot-em-up on a budget, I'll take all of it. [<a href="https://dtvconnoisseur.blogspot.com/2020/07/mankillers-1987.html"><i>Direct to Video Connoisseur</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DZbdrudohihJLzjHgmP6p_SRVvE4ChBupaWkn1IH-B3R6IC1KCRiit2vTAB_ER4Opovg557kU18qsxJ-IoiKw6FLGbRBgrBLu5YdWKh8SFKAl1z8V4unY3AEx4vvxgGSv9VJpbAsu2ST6ZFBnnJVjtjIS5-68fTP02dHuj2wOb6_YX0BQnlIZxvwfw/s1160/17_mankillers-death-squad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="1160" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DZbdrudohihJLzjHgmP6p_SRVvE4ChBupaWkn1IH-B3R6IC1KCRiit2vTAB_ER4Opovg557kU18qsxJ-IoiKw6FLGbRBgrBLu5YdWKh8SFKAl1z8V4unY3AEx4vvxgGSv9VJpbAsu2ST6ZFBnnJVjtjIS5-68fTP02dHuj2wOb6_YX0BQnlIZxvwfw/s320/17_mankillers-death-squad.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene with <i>Stand Tuff</i>,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>sung by Jimmy Hammer:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iuY5FsI6lNw" width="320" youtube-src-id="iuY5FsI6lNw"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"So here's my big complaint on this movie. Your lead actress is an attractive big-breasted woman. She assembles a team of large-breasted women. Not only that, but she recruited them from fucking prison! She then dressed them up in the most skimpy camouflage gear known to man or bikini model. So why, if you have all of these elements together, DO YOU NOT SHOW ANY FUCKING NUDITY FROM THESE WOMEN WHATSOEVER!? There's nothing, nada, from these women. No full frontal, no titties, not even a goddamn buttcrack is shown! What happened? Was someone (as my wife put it) supposed to be the designated 'titty lady' but they kept trying to put it on the other girls? Lord knows they weren't hired for their acting ability or fucking personalities. EDY WILLIAMS, A PERSON WHO WILL TAKE IT OFF EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T WANT HER TO, DIDN'T GET NUDE! What the fuck movie... just What. The. Fuck. [<a href="http://wideweirdworldofcult.blogspot.com/2013/12/mankillers-1987.html"><i>Wide Weird World of Cult Film</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwXZ3sv7tB7GguugPTzGcF9Fvazpqxa3G0eXJQOZ3F4CDq05tt1jegzqKc5xWYMdvZqDNEsctZCfYTJ8FvWTcbJbh_PtSYWM7C2klyL2nPnT4wiu6bxIavP2MMpZE-lG05-ftvHn3l2pD0gTZhjiYfjJqQHT-PbRBKlZemfV37-LFbuQ__CXgxuEuCCA/s745/17_mankillers-affiche.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="582" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwXZ3sv7tB7GguugPTzGcF9Fvazpqxa3G0eXJQOZ3F4CDq05tt1jegzqKc5xWYMdvZqDNEsctZCfYTJ8FvWTcbJbh_PtSYWM7C2klyL2nPnT4wiu6bxIavP2MMpZE-lG05-ftvHn3l2pD0gTZhjiYfjJqQHT-PbRBKlZemfV37-LFbuQ__CXgxuEuCCA/s320/17_mankillers-affiche.jpg" width="250" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Mankillers </i>–</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>the full movie:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_-AfXNTQ1D0" width="320" youtube-src-id="_-AfXNTQ1D0"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>Mankillers </b>is pretty much what you would expect if you're well-versed in the wonderful world of '80s low-budget cinema. The acting is hard to endure at times, the writing isn't the greatest, and the overall quality is sub-par at best. While these things would generally ruin a movie-viewing experience, they don't actually hinder the enjoyment one can get from <b>Mankillers</b>. Oh no, this is one of those films that borders on 'so bad, it's good.' [...] <b>Mankillers</b> isn't one of the best flicks out there, but it is certainly an entertaining watch. Pretty girls, explosions, and enough '80s cheese to keep you satisfied for weeks are good enough reasons to check this one out. Round up a couple of buddies, grab some brews, and enjoy the lovely obscurity that is <b>Mankillers </b>[...]. [<a href="http://repulsivereviews.com/review/mankillers/"><i>Repulsive Reviews</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeINo2I5SHNQinJv6u_IIHGJjTOHhuhMLZI_PF9vjCQ0ce6G0ljS1VAcbcGLvjAzQjhyETvc1XfkRqV9FDBnYo8MocxyUKknwFUscpcIorEXTxVv-5O-3JRaI6RGoGiE7QiskhHYgXQ2kfKXxuRqqzOzG9ArhUUqAN2UHf_1ZEr-IqP2gLO1qq1TDl9Q/s400/17_400.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="400" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeINo2I5SHNQinJv6u_IIHGJjTOHhuhMLZI_PF9vjCQ0ce6G0ljS1VAcbcGLvjAzQjhyETvc1XfkRqV9FDBnYo8MocxyUKknwFUscpcIorEXTxVv-5O-3JRaI6RGoGiE7QiskhHYgXQ2kfKXxuRqqzOzG9ArhUUqAN2UHf_1ZEr-IqP2gLO1qq1TDl9Q/s320/17_400.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The American Scream</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1988, writ & dir. Mitchell Linden)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcBEyB5wEsovWGG50kZ7kH-vhoxOWUoyKcuxsksPtOU7k-4fJSgnh94hnAY6w5WjAl1BSBTa2_TIMdtNcT4euIkYpx6zFFMGFMncJ5cCNAIMs0IfbawtnwvIF91GDTicygmtkThElATgD1O_Ki4tDT_cdOL350nVHTZv-ZNPlTYfF1vvorOQkMaiUwA/s923/18_211.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcBEyB5wEsovWGG50kZ7kH-vhoxOWUoyKcuxsksPtOU7k-4fJSgnh94hnAY6w5WjAl1BSBTa2_TIMdtNcT4euIkYpx6zFFMGFMncJ5cCNAIMs0IfbawtnwvIF91GDTicygmtkThElATgD1O_Ki4tDT_cdOL350nVHTZv-ZNPlTYfF1vvorOQkMaiUwA/s320/18_211.jpg" width="277" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A one-shot-wonder of a project that flopped because no one could figure out what it was meant to be... or maybe simply because no ever actually heard about it. Prior to its shoot, the <i>LA Times</i> wrote on 17 Jan 1988, "<b>The American Scream</b>. Shooting in Camp Nelson and L.A. sexpot Edy Williams leads the way in a black comedy [...]." Yeah, she led the way in a cameo as Greta the Stripper in a stripper scene that surely took only a few hours to shoot, one of four woman who supply the '80s exploitation film mainstay, T&A, for this decidedly contentious and strange film. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-SlEOOnlpgGWAgUnEiKAEcKeYPFsMWUke7teCnOJ0I0T9iAnQnYmlG2da_kUCM1urFt_2FPO5PwpD5afzaaphtNNrTVEzuHz5RwH6Enkz9QVqw8BFYCxS0G-3JY2ldTgsZ_gt81eJR2xX64rgdqmv8xXtqpVfFu7A99PPfBdl7u5EdIdzJHI6EfwNg/s680/18_AS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="680" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-SlEOOnlpgGWAgUnEiKAEcKeYPFsMWUke7teCnOJ0I0T9iAnQnYmlG2da_kUCM1urFt_2FPO5PwpD5afzaaphtNNrTVEzuHz5RwH6Enkz9QVqw8BFYCxS0G-3JY2ldTgsZ_gt81eJR2xX64rgdqmv8xXtqpVfFu7A99PPfBdl7u5EdIdzJHI6EfwNg/s320/18_AS.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>DVD release trailer with Edy's talents:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GmwLnN1Del4" width="320" youtube-src-id="GmwLnN1Del4"></iframe></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i><a href="http://thebloodypitofhorror.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-scream-1988.html">The Bloody Pit of Horror</a></i> has a plot synopsis: "Goofball dad Ben Benzinger (Pons Maar of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/blob-1988-usa.html"><b>The Blob</b></a> [1988]) and family head up to a rented cabin at a small, wintery town called Wilson Creek. Coming along are his hair-obsessed, airhead wife Barbara (Jennifer Darling of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaena-la-prophetie-kaena-prophecy.html">Kaena: The Prophecy</a></b> [2003]), rocker Peeping Tom teenage son Brent (Matt Borlenghi of <b>Cannibal Hookers </b>[1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkcJkIfA1qw">full moive</a>]), virginal teen daughter Bridgett (Kimberlee Kramer a.k.a. <a href="https://www.rileyweston.com/">Riley Weston</a>) and two of the kids' friends; Larry (Kevin Kaye) and Roxanne (Jeanne Sapienza). On the way there the teens spot a killer clown standing on the roadside, then look into a passing car to see a man murdering an infant because he's jealous his wife is breast-feeding it (!) Meanwhile, the parents sing <i>100 Bottles of Beer</i>. They all reach their destination (you know, forgetting to inform the authorities or any of that), then head off to town to a diner where the weird townspeople all stare intensely and behave strangely. At their cabin, Larry sees a priest (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/226954616/blackie-dammett">Blackie Dammett</a> [7 Dec 1939 – 12 May 2021], the daddy of Anthony Kiedis) trying to murder a young woman. That night when they attend a Polka Dance, Brent is accosted in the bathroom by a pervert who wants to watch him piss and the girls see a man getting decapitated. A country bumpkin with a stuffed pet dog (<a href="https://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=bflower/gender=m/buck-flower.htm">George 'Buck' Flower</a> [28 Oct 1937 – 18 Jun 2004] of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/05/village-of-damned-usa-1995.html">Village of the Damned</a></b> [1995], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/11/wishmaster-usa-1997.html">Wishmaster</a> </b>[1997] and so much more) relates a flashback to when his children were killed before getting shot in the head. So, it's time to leave, no? Guess not. [...]"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3cOT34VdA1X1JfgBCVHwlxcSPFad3BDmKwp8QRIGcoKcZUbZr4CLNReMfupU7uLpxrCUy4XaYcJ-pw9xHd5dVF_p9JWEtJtQ-CeSnfIQv8NlccLx4_B7L9h_QhLVEdcSJwONhgGr5D7f7QowDYcbl7MDKXRLbeMA89i8RMjTbJgAtgZsJL79rVYpzQ/s1740/18_The-American-Scream.avi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="1740" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3cOT34VdA1X1JfgBCVHwlxcSPFad3BDmKwp8QRIGcoKcZUbZr4CLNReMfupU7uLpxrCUy4XaYcJ-pw9xHd5dVF_p9JWEtJtQ-CeSnfIQv8NlccLx4_B7L9h_QhLVEdcSJwONhgGr5D7f7QowDYcbl7MDKXRLbeMA89i8RMjTbJgAtgZsJL79rVYpzQ/s320/18_The-American-Scream.avi.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"This is at one of the lower levels where it's professional enough to be watchable, but awkward and incoherent enough in the writing, staging and editing to take on a sort of outsider art weirdness. You want it to work better but you also have to appreciate the accidents that make it unique. Pretty much every piece of action, from dropping a suitcase down the stairs to all the murder scenes, is completely disorienting. Its lack of coherence almost constitutes a style. [<a href="https://www.outlawvern.com/2017/10/17/american-scream-1988/"><i>Vern's Reviews</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIqcwrzj36fFUzaF-yBcqNfrlbC1BmoWnqieKPki8JkOjkOGQB6uVLSNW57VmyleWUP4DeVETD8s97MMkpE3LaszkPUKpQZ7_8NKAKL3fwE3fSkJ10CQUx-MYMFMRZSnMQksQPAOZmJ9I9zc1IhCWe6haHeWIqKGva2Fu62lSBHSHubSXFKFNGCnkJw/s1920/18_image_29285.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIqcwrzj36fFUzaF-yBcqNfrlbC1BmoWnqieKPki8JkOjkOGQB6uVLSNW57VmyleWUP4DeVETD8s97MMkpE3LaszkPUKpQZ7_8NKAKL3fwE3fSkJ10CQUx-MYMFMRZSnMQksQPAOZmJ9I9zc1IhCWe6haHeWIqKGva2Fu62lSBHSHubSXFKFNGCnkJw/s320/18_image_29285.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Most people seem to hate the movie, but the generally hard to please <i><a href="http://thelastexit.net/cinema/other.html#American Scream, The">The Worldwide Celluloid Massacre</a></i> rates it as "Of Some Interest": "[<b>The American Scream</b>] was panned by almost everyone that watched it for being an incoherent and incomprehensible 80s horror movie. Besides the endless parade of strange people and bizarre acts of violence, the weirder thing is that the teens never seem to be fazed much by all the murderous mayhem, and continue with life as normal. The thing is, and I may be wrong here, it's not meant to be watched as a horror movie about a killer town. It's a surreal satire on generation gaps in a somewhat similar way to <b>Society </b>(1989 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Us1_sbw5WI">trailer</a>), expect without the splatter. Babies are viciously exploded, teenagers are hunted for sex but are also hated to the point of murder, and the local preacher is the worst of all, because it is the standard adult disgust of immoral teenage behaviour that has been transformed into surreal violence. And the teenagers are used to that. Except that teenagers also grow up and become the next generation of teenage-hating adults. So there you go: It's a surreal social commentary movie that uses horror. Whether the director intended this is another question, since the movie is still rather strange and somewhat put together."<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxWoqyyD0JlpLJw4XIs0jYp7llkC40MXEetid_vJ6v7gIEFZz4AmEO9ZBLRjFbtep7jNKPAZuT2rdibYZJhjYqhJvFXzCZ9WUFAPVQ4t69-_aKYmcPE1YfPY9o_ISPpvy3pJMYFhGi14VoydR2Uzw8oHD4UhZz9MhL16LwyZ3mBC-jTiqv8Px45ol9w/s896/0_The%20American%20Scream%20(1988).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="896" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxWoqyyD0JlpLJw4XIs0jYp7llkC40MXEetid_vJ6v7gIEFZz4AmEO9ZBLRjFbtep7jNKPAZuT2rdibYZJhjYqhJvFXzCZ9WUFAPVQ4t69-_aKYmcPE1YfPY9o_ISPpvy3pJMYFhGi14VoydR2Uzw8oHD4UhZz9MhL16LwyZ3mBC-jTiqv8Px45ol9w/s320/0_The%20American%20Scream%20(1988).png" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Scream Queen Debra Lamb has a small role where her throat is slit in a shower. Over at <a href="https://geekjuicemedia.com/articles/250-lines-of-resolution/the-american-scream/"><i>Geek Juice Media</i></a>, she remembers the shoot: "I remember working on <b>The American Scream</b> well. We filmed it several hours away from L.A. up in the mountains. It wasn't Big Bear — I can't remember the exact mountain we were on, but the location was a teeny tiny mountain town that had a great local bar, which a lot of the scenes were shot at. It just so happened that an old friend from Santa Monica High School, Kevin Kaye, was playing Larry in the film. He did a lot of musical theatre back in high school. We were in drama together. It was a lot of fun, and I got to play the archetypical 'victim' that gets chased by the maniacal killer (Blackie Dammett) while wearing a negligee and ballet slippers through the snow in the forest in the dead of night, and of course I fall down, and end up in a motel shower naked wrapped in stretch wrap. Ahhh — those were the days!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC2Bi2x1sZ6FFqR89Sc4luSslyn1F987aqTUSr1I17auSnJYtWSKyYYHGgBRuRxdnHTCXR0qUNlPaep2jdXMtCzcxqxMpC756FIZVefx0H6rPl44MeGH5RhsHXv_vHvWS8VfQrCW8VdKU1AM7F-0sazIEg3t4rZUHbVLr1RVZzn4KMWrKW2Egqa34ig/s615/18_AS2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="496" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC2Bi2x1sZ6FFqR89Sc4luSslyn1F987aqTUSr1I17auSnJYtWSKyYYHGgBRuRxdnHTCXR0qUNlPaep2jdXMtCzcxqxMpC756FIZVefx0H6rPl44MeGH5RhsHXv_vHvWS8VfQrCW8VdKU1AM7F-0sazIEg3t4rZUHbVLr1RVZzn4KMWrKW2Egqa34ig/s320/18_AS2.jpg" width="258" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The full film:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8zHi_IhWaJE" width="320" youtube-src-id="8zHi_IhWaJE"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Similar in plot to <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/11/herschell-gordon-lewis-godfather-of.html"><b>H.G. Lewis</b></a>' immortal <b>2000 Maniacs</b> (1964 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGZpDdpWgKc&ab_channel=horrormovieempire">trailer</a>) but without as much over the top gore, <b>The American Scream</b> is as entertaining as it is goofy. Aside from a strange and unusually dark 'home movie' segment inserted into the movie that feels like a found-footage snuff film (and which, to be fair, definitely ties into the storyline), the tone in the rest of the movie is pretty light, as likely to play things for laughs than for scares. Not afraid to throw in some nudity (and it isn't always good nudity) or crass humor (we get an 'up-skirt' sight gag in the opening scene), Linden keeps things moving at a pretty solid pace. It doesn't take a genius to figure out where the main storyline is going, but we get a few genuinely amusing twists in the film's last half hour that help to keep things interesting and fun. [<a href="https://rockshockpop.com/articles/movies-aa/388794-the-american-scream-culture-shock-blu-ray-review"><i>Rock Shock Pop</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXekjCzQsmOlqwF5HK6PYkJRlNlpXmXXKx4rnBStEtI7OMUNu2UQ-Q7T_TaCXocLp8TG_zEiblwnGsGal2TAkzywRRxMaE7X4psYqiQEbZ57p1xI7VAUJTaDkjOEjhb1yLzi4PEapmaQlQS2Kv4ts0QE4peJcctNoqlik9C7Vnp4a8xZuk07RT0kulGg/s585/01_1The%20American%20Scream%20(1988).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="585" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXekjCzQsmOlqwF5HK6PYkJRlNlpXmXXKx4rnBStEtI7OMUNu2UQ-Q7T_TaCXocLp8TG_zEiblwnGsGal2TAkzywRRxMaE7X4psYqiQEbZ57p1xI7VAUJTaDkjOEjhb1yLzi4PEapmaQlQS2Kv4ts0QE4peJcctNoqlik9C7Vnp4a8xZuk07RT0kulGg/s320/01_1The%20American%20Scream%20(1988).png" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>The American Scream</b> is a profoundly odd movie. [...] It's one of those inexplicable examples of misguided genre flicks which stray so far from their expected course that they can possibly wander, blinking and disoriented, into the realm of art (or least outsider art). By the end, this movie may resolve itself as metaphor (an overwhelmingly incompetent one, to be sure, but still identifiable) for the existential dread of identity loss which hovers around the hazy but perceptible precipice of adulthood. Or, it might just be some movie where they ran out of budget and didn't shoot the scenes where it would explain what the hell was going on, so that's a possibility too. But either way, it's a truly odd duck. [<i><a href="http://wearecursedtoliveininterestingtimes.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-american-scream-1988.html">We Are Cursed to Live in Interesting Times</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Dr. Alien</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1989, dir. David DeCoteau)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04MJhByAl3AYF7B-rCgvRNGt_M3cvn-uCFL8Ev3_NGbyZbMYRkv3ps2Su1cd44fSjohd7bMSo0B-sPUPVbYOTeF4WdYRfyvq0pr6kwcD7W6mUQ4dIOqbJbJP23QICpBcChzBM5sx4xlKetpaj-nN7IpVvJ8XjcdnwpDR3VjecbNT-O4jdrwqNKUJhyA/s672/19.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="443" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04MJhByAl3AYF7B-rCgvRNGt_M3cvn-uCFL8Ev3_NGbyZbMYRkv3ps2Su1cd44fSjohd7bMSo0B-sPUPVbYOTeF4WdYRfyvq0pr6kwcD7W6mUQ4dIOqbJbJP23QICpBcChzBM5sx4xlKetpaj-nN7IpVvJ8XjcdnwpDR3VjecbNT-O4jdrwqNKUJhyA/s320/19.webp" width="211" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Originally titled <b>I Was a Teenage Sex Mutant</b>. One David DeCoteau's early non-porn ventures, made just when he was sliding off his meaty hardcore career to enter B-dom.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ltAwgvJZrN87Oa6Tn2U3KOA7JOf5N4-cBup8a9Juljhiry8gARr2QEeeZAKPfrAe_G9ZOvKB2MtivXdDoS63P53DWHi_SdMRrLs_AH-G1Zs4vMBSxRjvHy3uFvs5O8mbsS5ldo9cz2gmu9FHr428vrGiIFjIWeN0zDzrdoIMYGIV_n91QVpZlWUj0g/s548/Dr.%20Alien%20(1989).gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="548" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ltAwgvJZrN87Oa6Tn2U3KOA7JOf5N4-cBup8a9Juljhiry8gARr2QEeeZAKPfrAe_G9ZOvKB2MtivXdDoS63P53DWHi_SdMRrLs_AH-G1Zs4vMBSxRjvHy3uFvs5O8mbsS5ldo9cz2gmu9FHr428vrGiIFjIWeN0zDzrdoIMYGIV_n91QVpZlWUj0g/s320/Dr.%20Alien%20(1989).gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">DeCoteau </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">is one of our anti-directors here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i>, if only because so many of his films generally show so little interest in the art of filmmaking. (See: <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/08/creepazoids-usa-1987-trailer.html">Creepozoids</a></b> [1987], perhaps one of his best movies; <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/10/blonde-heaven-1994-usa.html">Blonde Heaven</a></b> [1995], directed by "Ellen Cabot"; <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/12/talisman-romania-usa-1998.html">Talisman</a> </b>[1998] and <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/01/curse-of-puppet-master-usa-1998.html"><b>Curse of the Puppet Master</b></a> [1998], both directed by "Victoria Sloan"; and <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/09/retro-puppet-master-1999.html"><b>Retro Puppet Master</b></a> [1999], directed by "Joseph Tennent".) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1il5pbHmZ7zsQqAgXv15Wn4688b-gFC7uHY5_lkDYPKzZPY3WBwK8IpfzHcElbbHFSO0BEYfSlsNUwTT6xLYP466Ey1pBKyP9iIK4aSuLJ8SZNvJhBWzMMBkbb15_vt6BrBHaaIWSed6LEbANzVxJ24G0YQeVX38dRfGcwfdAhSHITx2B4q7mBTI3g/s600/19_dr.-alien-uk-vhs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="600" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1il5pbHmZ7zsQqAgXv15Wn4688b-gFC7uHY5_lkDYPKzZPY3WBwK8IpfzHcElbbHFSO0BEYfSlsNUwTT6xLYP466Ey1pBKyP9iIK4aSuLJ8SZNvJhBWzMMBkbb15_vt6BrBHaaIWSed6LEbANzVxJ24G0YQeVX38dRfGcwfdAhSHITx2B4q7mBTI3g/s320/19_dr.-alien-uk-vhs.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dr. Alien</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SB96kQdZ94s" width="320" youtube-src-id="SB96kQdZ94s"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Going by what the <a href="http://mysite.freeserve.com/empirepictures/page5.html"><i>Empire Film Fan Website</i></a>, however, <b>Dr. Alien</b> might be one of his "better" movies: "Probably DeCoteau's least interminable effort from the Empire / Beyond Infinity days, largely due to game performances from his youthful cast, and from lead actor / intergalactic sexual lab rat Billy Jacoby in particular. Cameos from <a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Elizabeth_Kaitan">Elizabeth Kaitan</a>, <a href="https://boobpedia.com/boobs/Linnea_Quigley">Linnea Quigley</a> and 50s beefcake <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5732720/troy-donahue">Troy Donahue</a>, and Gregg Cannom's cheap and funky sci-fi FX also add to the likeability factor. Screenplay by Kenneth J. Hall." Odd that they don't see it fit to mention Edy Williams, who does a cameo to play a gym teacher named Miss Buckmeister, one of the many women that the lead character (Billy Jacoby) bonks during the movie. As for Billy Jacoby, he beat someone truly of note during the casting: if we're to believe what The DeCoteau says over at <i><a href="http://racksandrazors.com/daviddecoteau.html">Racks & Razors</a></i>, "On <b>Dr. Alien</b>, Brad Pitt auditioned for me. I'm still kicking myself that I didn't hire him!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UZ4ZM60XGxvZgpkGhCNT1UPE4sNPXjSBW0oLP5W_fmKjRGZIJ-7H3LlHUnYsTfoPSu54mLZ9vYJl0_QgUXdeU71_qUWzqFZixJdtI8ScZ36OQLFdVu1DQ1pTTv0JRXBm0pzboTCtybAF0LOOpJTcA297PMXQIBRcFaUC1nztvIMPQgZHlD0R04URyQ/s480/19_Dr%20Edy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UZ4ZM60XGxvZgpkGhCNT1UPE4sNPXjSBW0oLP5W_fmKjRGZIJ-7H3LlHUnYsTfoPSu54mLZ9vYJl0_QgUXdeU71_qUWzqFZixJdtI8ScZ36OQLFdVu1DQ1pTTv0JRXBm0pzboTCtybAF0LOOpJTcA297PMXQIBRcFaUC1nztvIMPQgZHlD0R04URyQ/s320/19_Dr%20Edy.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.badmovies.org/movies/dralien/index.html"><i>Bad Movies Org</i></a>, which says "Boy is it ever hard to get bored watching this movie," has the plot: "The film's alternate title is <b>I Was A Teenage Sex Mutant </b>(Sort of grabs your attention doesn't it?) and with the likes of Linnea, Ginger Lynn, and <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Pia_Snow" target="_blank">Michelle Bauer</a> frolicking through it you know it's something special. Just take one hopeless nerd (Billy Jacoby a.k.a. Billy Jayne) and add a syringe of intergalactic Spanish Fly, pretty soon he is growing a stalk out of his head, knocking out the local bully, and getting jumped by every woman on campus. The stalk growing out of his head (No, not that one silly.) has a pair of lips on the end, when a woman takes one look at the puckering appendage she goes wild with desire. It also gives the horny lady a case of temporary amnesia, so afterwards the unfortunate Wesley has to deal with irate boyfriends or direct accusations of date rape. [...]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PjHROv_7LEBrw5MAUud5swffs-u66n2V7_DPdblGBwPPOm4E7gdLLKLzmmrcsXq7ojtnxP9wIaMG6CT4tfJ90Z5rhkCkpeR8pqla-mN2vudKc_LrcPRUUzaGp3CwWkI6vEqsM-wx2aWpRNpL2pOGrSLugv37orQoWKrz6vgf_ZJ80s6VSWkuyi0RbA/s477/19_66718f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PjHROv_7LEBrw5MAUud5swffs-u66n2V7_DPdblGBwPPOm4E7gdLLKLzmmrcsXq7ojtnxP9wIaMG6CT4tfJ90Z5rhkCkpeR8pqla-mN2vudKc_LrcPRUUzaGp3CwWkI6vEqsM-wx2aWpRNpL2pOGrSLugv37orQoWKrz6vgf_ZJ80s6VSWkuyi0RbA/s320/19_66718f.jpg" width="191" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>From the film –</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Sex Mutants sing <i>Killer Machine</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/k3giIrlsMs0" width="320" youtube-src-id="k3giIrlsMs0"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The plot and design of <b>Dr. Alien</b> is nothing more than an excuse for a ribald T&A movie. Besides some great shots of well-endowed women, there are some really good shots of Bobby Jacoby wearing his chucks in this film, so what more could a virile chucks guy want for a diverting couple hours of entertainment. In a way, it's too bad that the writers tried to put in so much story, because when the film gets serious, you wish you could see more scenes with the beautiful Judy Landers [as Ms. Xenobia / Dr. Alien] or with the girls on the soccer team who grab Wesley in the locker room. There is another hilarious scene when Wesley brings the members of his new metal band home for dinner with his straight-laced parents. It reminds you a little of <b>Spinal Tap</b> (1984 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsFm6Yk_HkE">trailer</a>) as each band member plays his part to the limit. The alien story line and effects are pretty lame however, and you wonder why they decided to come up with the weird antenna that grows on Wesley's head when he is aroused, if the aliens can take on human form in all other things. But if you try to make too much sense out of this film, you will just be frustrated, and probably won't enjoy it for what it is. [<i><a href="https://chucksconnection.com/dralien.html">Chucks Connection</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyK079WFVCd29k-wwu3AyqUvK5RP1e9lUhAQP5mZ_TTwTX8wj72oCOj76zV8wbt3rHaLNmAusVMigmDxulDlcLjbFPhNal8wnMPyymwY1-cvmlm9zoOYCtQ6JkGi1MZmnpR-vEeZ50SbNkMWVLE-jLhLbJ29Z3sIBkYKzI_sUmnCBsVWQXNUJYCV9Pnw/s375/19_dr-alien-1988-2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyK079WFVCd29k-wwu3AyqUvK5RP1e9lUhAQP5mZ_TTwTX8wj72oCOj76zV8wbt3rHaLNmAusVMigmDxulDlcLjbFPhNal8wnMPyymwY1-cvmlm9zoOYCtQ6JkGi1MZmnpR-vEeZ50SbNkMWVLE-jLhLbJ29Z3sIBkYKzI_sUmnCBsVWQXNUJYCV9Pnw/s320/19_dr-alien-1988-2.webp" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://mondobizarrocinema.blogspot.com/2011/04/moon-over-miami-dr-alien.html"><i>Mondo Bizarro</i></a>, for one, didn't enjoy it: "David DeCoteau's track record remains intact! The plot of this movie is stupid and a little insulting. Let's just say that women don't come off well in this movie. I thought gay men understood women! It's just an excuse to show a bunch of boobs and tell a bunch of stupid jokes. I could lie and tell you that there was something really interesting to talk about here. There's not. [...]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTylIZPoIT7sS5dRgAbTxntw7b0heutNvd9O5BJAiydVwIC-_33-4j2KDbcP2EQe3Cf3QEdGUxxDzM7R0cV1fLazVcO7FIR8vIpsPNbA2e2K3uyXmGxbCFzASx7_J1BgkJbZkumDSyk6XyxPv36C3gH_2ZK-YtuhwbyZr10MCJiEz7A6KRb5WhX8Rnhg/s301/19_3nudes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="301" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTylIZPoIT7sS5dRgAbTxntw7b0heutNvd9O5BJAiydVwIC-_33-4j2KDbcP2EQe3Cf3QEdGUxxDzM7R0cV1fLazVcO7FIR8vIpsPNbA2e2K3uyXmGxbCFzASx7_J1BgkJbZkumDSyk6XyxPv36C3gH_2ZK-YtuhwbyZr10MCJiEz7A6KRb5WhX8Rnhg/s1600/19_3nudes.jpg" width="301" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As for the three sets of breasts above, let Yum-Yum, our Lady of Indulgence over at <i><a href="http://houseofselfindulgence.blogspot.com/2010/03/dr-alien-david-decoteau-1989.html">The House of Self-Indulgence</a></i>, explain: "Exuding a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0768397/">Stephen Sayadian</a> brand of élan, the dream sequence involving Wesley being seduced in a lightless, smoke-filled netherworld was epic in terms of off-kilter brilliance. Standing before the disoriented youngster, undulating in an erotic state of deceleration, were Laura Albert (<b>Dr. Caligari</b> [1989 / trailer below]), <a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Ginger_Allen">Ginger Lynn Allen</a> (<b>New Wave Hookers</b> [1985 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr-HFfRz1IE">theme</a>]), and <a href="https://boobpedia.com/boobs/Linnea_Quigley">Linnea Quigley</a> (<b>Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers </b>[1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA1UeYkDKLs">trailer</a>]). In charge of arousing his woolgathering subconscious, this legendary trio humped the murky air with a cock-teasing grace, as Judy Landers looks on in a pair of purple new wave shades." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtVVDkzBPg9hHgA1wTlfD5mQWzGNeyEYOWy0MsV7PaRLwfwYobz9TQgus-avjiIjRDV8b1aUiQXaWNCZuQK2Vvl7R5djwHIb3f7W4ssqDiKGRHdGxj3wHMDzhk8E2o64e4dMkRQUFnk5ZRkfSPlQdNESoW5AVLyPDkjhgcp0vdWZWxf-wXc7GnJNF8A/s650/19_Dr-Caligari-1989-poster-457x650.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="457" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtVVDkzBPg9hHgA1wTlfD5mQWzGNeyEYOWy0MsV7PaRLwfwYobz9TQgus-avjiIjRDV8b1aUiQXaWNCZuQK2Vvl7R5djwHIb3f7W4ssqDiKGRHdGxj3wHMDzhk8E2o64e4dMkRQUFnk5ZRkfSPlQdNESoW5AVLyPDkjhgcp0vdWZWxf-wXc7GnJNF8A/s320/19_Dr-Caligari-1989-poster-457x650.jpg" width="225" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dr. Caligari</i> (1989):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Gw41PSEh0T4" width="320" youtube-src-id="Gw41PSEh0T4"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[<b>Dr. Alien</b>] is exactly what an eighties teen sex comedy should be — cheesy, sleazy and fun. Interestingly, during filming David DeCoteau received word from studio executives that 'the bank has just shut down the entire company and seized everything. But they don't know you're shooting this picture, so just keep rolling and get it in the can before someone finds out.' DeCoteau didn't let the actors and crew know because he didn't want them to worry. He said it turned out to be the most enjoyable of any film he'd done. I would have to agree. Something about that dire situation led to a 'no fucks given' mojo, leading to an exceptionally entertaining flick. Also of interest, when Empire Pictures folded during production of this film, company head Charles Band launched Full Moon the very next day and utilized<b> Dr. Alien</b> as a bargaining chip to strike a lucrative distribution deal with studio Paramount Pictures. The more you know. [<a href="http://www.videozetaone.com/2022/05/dr-alien-1989.html"><i>Video Zeta One</i></a>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQM-vEBdrjVfFDAdhr4u55s4AEWR9-C3VKyyCKbyrHwGXZYWqYmRq81i7gPR1s9vw4e-y9ro-HSACPM3dG7wl5XGWaT1N9jNbZZ07cAPsW-iWaJrcY7uVP40YIMs4-KOEZx7B2AUJBfEAzNd3LnZAo-nbuljAayahXbBBFyIJCn5ll0xXkLXOjZsySQ/s392/19_7641659.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQM-vEBdrjVfFDAdhr4u55s4AEWR9-C3VKyyCKbyrHwGXZYWqYmRq81i7gPR1s9vw4e-y9ro-HSACPM3dG7wl5XGWaT1N9jNbZZ07cAPsW-iWaJrcY7uVP40YIMs4-KOEZx7B2AUJBfEAzNd3LnZAo-nbuljAayahXbBBFyIJCn5ll0xXkLXOjZsySQ/s320/19_7641659.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Jake Spanner, Private Eye</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1989, dir. Lee H. Katzin)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmf4MzDb0fAFNp8A6_KCvrwvDdxFI8VOEaa4Qgn0Nx_Zv-mKvf0zeMj8-_-tqwUpNmmmC_LB_MqU4_rmsi41i7cKFSOWmQNzv1USE1u1go7nFjuHuvK6uz2Cl60GRImh27Dkn2bFx-mRCC6NSIRlbO2BRR3_CWcCkQfQd3T6t2T0e6grr1iKKSl6a9Tw/s400/20_7762674353.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="251" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmf4MzDb0fAFNp8A6_KCvrwvDdxFI8VOEaa4Qgn0Nx_Zv-mKvf0zeMj8-_-tqwUpNmmmC_LB_MqU4_rmsi41i7cKFSOWmQNzv1USE1u1go7nFjuHuvK6uz2Cl60GRImh27Dkn2bFx-mRCC6NSIRlbO2BRR3_CWcCkQfQd3T6t2T0e6grr1iKKSl6a9Tw/s320/20_7762674353.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>First the Ex-lax goes to work and then we do</i>."<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Jake Spaner (Robert Mitchum)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-5QwfsxHG6q7nH_jgzB_6pXC8kYuF7GJzWtPi6Fhvead86wiMQniDTL0HnJ3KmeCx7-5YDIw3ENZyDUVisex6VQWWneKk10-wDRXv4bSWFkjbzTdclIMVeZpcDRDdGnu3B8cp2GvRZRKXA5kYAKiVXxqQ99S_mkXUD0hzKhT_qbHhofm8cuD7_f43g/s909/20_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="723" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-5QwfsxHG6q7nH_jgzB_6pXC8kYuF7GJzWtPi6Fhvead86wiMQniDTL0HnJ3KmeCx7-5YDIw3ENZyDUVisex6VQWWneKk10-wDRXv4bSWFkjbzTdclIMVeZpcDRDdGnu3B8cp2GvRZRKXA5kYAKiVXxqQ99S_mkXUD0hzKhT_qbHhofm8cuD7_f43g/s320/20_1.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A.k.a. <b>Hoodwinked </b>and <b>The Old Dick</b>. Director <a href="https://www.nndb.com/people/899/000345861/">Lee H. Katzin</a> (12 Apr 1935 – 30 Oct 2002) made an occasional feature film, like <b>What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?</b> (1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1-CAFAlNUI">trailer</a>) or <b>World Gone Wild </b>(1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VI62suuKWY">trailer</a>) or <b>Five Bold Women</b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmVS9qyIfPg">full movie</a>), but his specialty was TV movies, of which this late career <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1817/robert-mitchum">Robert Mitchum</a> project is one. Based on the novel <b>The Old Dick</b>, by <a href="https://murder-mayhem.com/la-morse">L.A. Morse</a>, which, contrary to the sound of its title, is not a porn tale about a geriatric's prick told in first person. Edy Williams has a cameo as "Sun Haven Lady".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FhGAFNL5UcvNGJ6BRhna1-qnbWv78ScR0FULDvJU5PvX65Cg2OBZlcZyG8D82kI73Utqed2wYByOIb-pcQ2ZB4KemsUFfm_U4keKnHPlCa6srhjvAqsog28fYldzyJU5K-QZPO4HjQuOgXpSPotGiosdxYVWXfxP-zvWsMenK7T_twDXOc4EozO6uw/s435/20_OldDick_SX342_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FhGAFNL5UcvNGJ6BRhna1-qnbWv78ScR0FULDvJU5PvX65Cg2OBZlcZyG8D82kI73Utqed2wYByOIb-pcQ2ZB4KemsUFfm_U4keKnHPlCa6srhjvAqsog28fYldzyJU5K-QZPO4HjQuOgXpSPotGiosdxYVWXfxP-zvWsMenK7T_twDXOc4EozO6uw/s320/20_OldDick_SX342_.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Jake Spanner, Private eye:
Jake Spanner (Mitchum) is a retired private investigator. He hopes to
take advantage of this well-deserved rest to indulge in golf. But he is
going to return to service, because his friend Sal (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/93303368/ernest-borgnine">Ernest Borgnine</a>) comes to ask him for help: his niece has just been kidnapped, and a ransom is requested. Money, drugs, mafia. [<i><a href="https://en.notrecinema.com/communaute/v1_detail_film.php3?lefilm=35112">Notre</a></i>]"</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfz2o73E6DDQqL8iTk8f1aGlduUyymu-BSk6U6Ryjj9U8-B_bsGcBfJP1PmH4YeF0DKxPvicAo71aR4rjwRt_F9MqsHmaTD3HjgZhr-wAFpQ6-N66JxT079WEY4LLFDmKBSMkgUxt_A3UQjsH2dCkxrG_D8GTCRIFbb7Zhm5kpbFaQmJKv_oC_2WCC4Q/s414/20_jake-spanner-private-eye-35514-c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="263" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfz2o73E6DDQqL8iTk8f1aGlduUyymu-BSk6U6Ryjj9U8-B_bsGcBfJP1PmH4YeF0DKxPvicAo71aR4rjwRt_F9MqsHmaTD3HjgZhr-wAFpQ6-N66JxT079WEY4LLFDmKBSMkgUxt_A3UQjsH2dCkxrG_D8GTCRIFbb7Zhm5kpbFaQmJKv_oC_2WCC4Q/s320/20_jake-spanner-private-eye-35514-c.jpg" width="203" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>TV announcement:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/t0ob88qQ6Ns" width="320" youtube-src-id="t0ob88qQ6Ns"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"If one can be judged by the company one keeps, then Mitchum has fallen on very hard times, for here he is surrounded by a just-picking-up-my-paycheck crew, most of whom, blissfully, have but cameos: <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12276338/sheree-north">Sherry [sic] North</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/30618541/edie-adams">Edie Adams</a>, who look as if they've spent the last few years eating birthday cakes for breakfast; <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/148194656/dick-van_patten">Dick Van Patten</a>; <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/249573668/stella-stevens">Stella Stevens</a>; and Kareem Abdul Jabbar who has a one-word role; and Edy Williams, the former Russ Meyer 'actress' best known for bouncing her ample bosom at the annual film festival in Cannes. [<a href="https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-1989-11-15-8901310341-story.html"><i>Chicago Tribune</i></a>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIavGMhOZqlb_SxCGca_YqyLbWRG7AoBTAjLo2dN0ScQ9xTFLsLON9kkCVnsshMTDAhr2NF5Awmc_eS0foPZak4QACMeiFwkHf5YjhEb-LAsfhaEvu7V69X4nD3KGQeyn_tm3YgGg_RHSUdBeol7ZUBUKSjePDphftrRjR8z1BnF69vopodzZv7E-Bw/s525/20_jake-spanner--private-eye-affiche_341543_35967.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="346" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIavGMhOZqlb_SxCGca_YqyLbWRG7AoBTAjLo2dN0ScQ9xTFLsLON9kkCVnsshMTDAhr2NF5Awmc_eS0foPZak4QACMeiFwkHf5YjhEb-LAsfhaEvu7V69X4nD3KGQeyn_tm3YgGg_RHSUdBeol7ZUBUKSjePDphftrRjR8z1BnF69vopodzZv7E-Bw/s320/20_jake-spanner--private-eye-affiche_341543_35967.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Nudity Required</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1990, dir. John T. Bone)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2XK0vhggv5BFIaEspNlIhf3r5tqxXWR4vB9Dq_wOjMqqh5GH30scvk0CSmmFYk-aLG3b9Vk5ZUaYpacbUfEaPB_OE-Sv5V9A2ZoL0Ofxk9B0_cO9usfjodP5nvp4XKrngYHA5YhTftUW-_MNVT48TsY-Hs4igLuLjGFOlkEVhFEMnctBIx-kuVHkwlw/s600/21_nudity-required-53371l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="600" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2XK0vhggv5BFIaEspNlIhf3r5tqxXWR4vB9Dq_wOjMqqh5GH30scvk0CSmmFYk-aLG3b9Vk5ZUaYpacbUfEaPB_OE-Sv5V9A2ZoL0Ofxk9B0_cO9usfjodP5nvp4XKrngYHA5YhTftUW-_MNVT48TsY-Hs4igLuLjGFOlkEVhFEMnctBIx-kuVHkwlw/s320/21_nudity-required-53371l.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams shows her boobs in <b>Nudity Required </b>as the bondage-dressed gal Isabella. A rare non-porno project of <a href="https://avn.com/business/articles/video/prolific-directorperformer-john-t-bone-passes-831135.html">John T. Bone</a> (11 Feb 1947 – 26 Jan 2019), a.k.a. Willy Wanker, Harry Horndog, R.T. Longhampton, and John T. Bones — but, oddly enough, not as John T. Boner — and born as John Bowen. Learn everything you want to know about him and more by listening to the two-part interview at <i><a href="https://www.therialtoreport.com/">The Rialto Report</a></i>:<i> <a href="https://www.therialtoreport.com/2021/02/07/john-t-bone-2/">The Hunt for the Real John T Bone – Part 1</a></i> & <i><a href="https://www.therialtoreport.com/2021/02/14/john-t-bone/">The Hunt for the Real John T Bone – Part 2</a></i>. Bone's film career ended long before he went to jail in 2015...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvDEZgvelgc1wtWHAEZuRCocBnYROyUScYBfeVbgZYBP9dC4TZvC-eQZk9Y7bOdo4gAKfF32Cm2tW_aIBEAl2CrO7mvDzjOn89UkS-LfVFegYei8DEsi831iY1uVMzK2uWXgprWpfokfK6AkG1-1UgLm4wjv71XFTjCYC4T7W8IbIZW9NqRrNeyrBuA/s648/21_RR-Snip20210205_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="648" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvDEZgvelgc1wtWHAEZuRCocBnYROyUScYBfeVbgZYBP9dC4TZvC-eQZk9Y7bOdo4gAKfF32Cm2tW_aIBEAl2CrO7mvDzjOn89UkS-LfVFegYei8DEsi831iY1uVMzK2uWXgprWpfokfK6AkG1-1UgLm4wjv71XFTjCYC4T7W8IbIZW9NqRrNeyrBuA/s320/21_RR-Snip20210205_6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The script was supplied by Bone and Daniel Benton, the latter of whom, with this film, moved from acting to scriptwriting — though in a few of his low-rent projects, like<b> Exorcism at 60,000 Feet</b> (2019 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP2oOZ5ygac&ab_channel=MovieTrailersSource">trailer</a>), he did both. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjfTU6rDYfY9bQiDDp2Wzhe1FtsJih08uJBXpzkP4RwSqtu7H7_3OlKgURrUSlu0InlcvYbVMF1nlWrZow9sgypj45sYoAzq6M2JctGOE4XSoZcwKVlRE0XoovHAZKssP-Mqvay8aGEWR2BE7mOFjNDM14QgeKLaf4mgakOOZR8HJiTWR0Cdmg2EjxA/s271/21_images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="186" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjfTU6rDYfY9bQiDDp2Wzhe1FtsJih08uJBXpzkP4RwSqtu7H7_3OlKgURrUSlu0InlcvYbVMF1nlWrZow9sgypj45sYoAzq6M2JctGOE4XSoZcwKVlRE0XoovHAZKssP-Mqvay8aGEWR2BE7mOFjNDM14QgeKLaf4mgakOOZR8HJiTWR0Cdmg2EjxA/s1600/21_images.jpg" width="186" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The full film —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Nudity Required</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IbFHlj5AGfU" width="320" youtube-src-id="IbFHlj5AGfU"></iframe></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Over at <i><a href="https://wipfilms.net/softcore-erotic-flicks/nudity-required/">WIP Films</a></i>, someone had trouble following the plot: "As far as I can tell, there's some mobsters and shit, some double-crossing or something, a bunch of money and some Russians of course and somehow our heroes Buddy (who's also a deadbeat dad) and Scammer (yes there is actually a fucking character named 'Scammer') get to stay at the head mafia dude's fancy digs, where they decide to pretend to be filmmakers in order to see some naked boobs, and wind up really making a movie that looks much better than this one. Oh yeah and there is also a homicidal Mexican guy in the movie that does all the typical things that Mexican people do like make really hot tacos that cause smoke to come out of peoples' ears, dress up like a Taco, and just act like a Latino with a fiery temper in general. And for some reason, the main mobster guy narrates the film from time to time. No one in this movie can act, or even attempts to try except for GILFY <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Julie_Newmar">Julie Newmar</a>, who brings great gusto to her role as a saucy Russian mafia diplomat or something who looks to be at least 60 yrs old here and falls for Buddy (the greasy, hairy, eyebrows guy... yuk)."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cffl2NMQa2FhfKBD0whCrujtxotrgKixGTmROZXJSAsUfAEOy-8hT4QTttvAsh-p0P7YfgZU7vqbuQtjYFKW_rqgvto02ZCUvVTdkQCQrt8ZfINiiLWkuviR8y1xLGUR3yQDtgWMhCLy6CSuL6WK-yq04F4hnQQk562NsL8XTU2XbhiXf5lz4RFEdQ/s600/21_nudity-required-1990-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cffl2NMQa2FhfKBD0whCrujtxotrgKixGTmROZXJSAsUfAEOy-8hT4QTttvAsh-p0P7YfgZU7vqbuQtjYFKW_rqgvto02ZCUvVTdkQCQrt8ZfINiiLWkuviR8y1xLGUR3yQDtgWMhCLy6CSuL6WK-yq04F4hnQQk562NsL8XTU2XbhiXf5lz4RFEdQ/s320/21_nudity-required-1990-1.jpg" width="176" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Bad music from</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Nudity Required</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qgCTlQoLIqA" width="320" youtube-src-id="qgCTlQoLIqA"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Over at <i><a href="https://letterboxd.com/neglify19/film/nudity-required/">Letterboxd</a></i>, they don't get the plot 100% right but know why movies like <b>Nudity Required</b> get made: "TITS! That's precisely why this movie exists. The plot is paper thin but somewhat meta. A couple of meatheads luck into inheriting a mansion and decide to make a film for the sole purpose of having naked women around. Somehow the fake movie gains a legit producer and they end up making a cheesy flick that contains a ton of nudity. This wasn't an absolute waste of time, as there were some good jokes and I quite like Julie Newmar's character. And of course, TITS."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIvhxC_wU4tZ2ybABso461mQE4eGb8dnjm_QnkM0nQYZZg5GGtQdcPuN6ItiYEM6zJJxHu3VV5Phl-XK_hNehip199R8hX4Cxe1Jq8v6Ongrqrg3QEmtD86FrPT3CI-hLDQEgjNqXPEFpUTNRO5WEBDpGmxKnBP-IW1ku6xONItW6Ny8MBzhV5EHpjA/s2142/21_Nudity-Required.avi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2142" data-original-width="1427" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIvhxC_wU4tZ2ybABso461mQE4eGb8dnjm_QnkM0nQYZZg5GGtQdcPuN6ItiYEM6zJJxHu3VV5Phl-XK_hNehip199R8hX4Cxe1Jq8v6Ongrqrg3QEmtD86FrPT3CI-hLDQEgjNqXPEFpUTNRO5WEBDpGmxKnBP-IW1ku6xONItW6Ny8MBzhV5EHpjA/s320/21_Nudity-Required.avi.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Of the two guys playing two casting-couch lotharios, Brad Zutaut's limited career includes the "better" T&A (?) teen comedy <b>Girlfriend from Hell</b> (1989 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izJPAfL5SPQ">trailer</a>), while Billy Frank is found in <b>Hobgoblins</b> (1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xsknp-nfyFY">trailer</a>) and <b>Grotesque </b>(1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfenBtoqBvw">trailer</a>).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6I9VfdYXy2ynUE2L4u-_pjtdiRru63plbeGqHt_w1s1nvPyy_a4BtEDGVKVc7b_pJ2OShSv9vokU0gl0e0osDcq5YUc3mO82Wq24hkBrO_39mHDQ91slyEKh9OUc568fYkhyphenhyphenC2hUpon2HWpsQKW6jTfaLt3RWkorE4CH-ujCFL8B1DKSuvm4ZCzVUw/s709/21_Nudity-Required.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6I9VfdYXy2ynUE2L4u-_pjtdiRru63plbeGqHt_w1s1nvPyy_a4BtEDGVKVc7b_pJ2OShSv9vokU0gl0e0osDcq5YUc3mO82Wq24hkBrO_39mHDQ91slyEKh9OUc568fYkhyphenhyphenC2hUpon2HWpsQKW6jTfaLt3RWkorE4CH-ujCFL8B1DKSuvm4ZCzVUw/s320/21_Nudity-Required.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Seeing that <b>Nudity Required </b>was directed by a pornster, we feel that the <i>imdb</i>'s apparently in-house porn reviewer <i><a href="https://www.imdb.com/review/rw9116090/?ref_=tt_urv">lor_</a> </i>should have some say about the film as well: "Living up to its title, cornball sex comedy<b> Nudity Required </b>is merely an excuse to show off topless women. On that basis, it will appeal to video audiences looking for nothing more. Shot in 1988, pic is almost a remake (unauthorized) of Nico Mastorakis' year-older <b>Glitch!</b> (trailer below), sharing a similar storyline. Surfer bums Billy Frank and Brad Zutaut accidentally lift the lease to a Beverly Hills mansion at an airport from visiting Soviet arms-reduction negotiator Jule Newmar (wild casting). They move in, and Newmar decides to share the manse with them. Duo decides the best way to pick up girls is to pose as film producers, placing an ad in the trades noting 'nudity required' for actresses. Gung-ho would-be Ty Randolph [a.k.a. Mindy Miller of <b>Amazons </b>(1986 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HD3rZ2cyH74">trailer</a>)] bulls her way into a job as production manager, gets her pal Rhonda Gray [of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/09/rip-paul-hunt.html">Paul Hunt</a></b>'s <b>Twisted Nightmare </b>(1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=br05_lK955E">German trailer</a>)] hired as director of the nonexistent project, and before you can say 'Glitch', cameras are rolling on <b>The Love Boat Murders</b>, toplining Newmar and Edy Williams. [...]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFrdPtFMkk9cneLdhr3sRRefZz1zda4djz8O1elgkfj_uSUWERl4w-Gzue37m44i4l-Y4r6tiz-XeyCUMwiosau_B6icbQzicfJuTRxT7LIAoLzS6eEudmZYYVEPBPbIlT4yGdtrpZCzK9W_DbY_5ThVDiUPUiMIgan8VvcXI02xa5hutMFhyuont_w/s800/0_V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="800" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFrdPtFMkk9cneLdhr3sRRefZz1zda4djz8O1elgkfj_uSUWERl4w-Gzue37m44i4l-Y4r6tiz-XeyCUMwiosau_B6icbQzicfJuTRxT7LIAoLzS6eEudmZYYVEPBPbIlT4yGdtrpZCzK9W_DbY_5ThVDiUPUiMIgan8VvcXI02xa5hutMFhyuont_w/s320/0_V1_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Glitch!</i> (1988):</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yODagHDLGBU" width="320" youtube-src-id="yODagHDLGBU"></iframe></div><br /> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Bad Girls from Mars</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1990, dir. Fred Olan Ray)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5CJdBEcWJ4aW08JdPq60t34STyXabGeyCUm-VcaJCPK6tjbN2V7IZz8nd0V7dPVVvinFn_gUkfmn7Grvfk-4o3jR0RqnTEltOWQ4V3oXstZeKc5LRFCHk7nDGo98Yx28moSZnFx1kTNzUUUlH0jXpzjCtqL3KPoOptfsWoE9OaP-zCElGbHmg4-sSg/s632/22_Bad_Girls_From_Mars.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5CJdBEcWJ4aW08JdPq60t34STyXabGeyCUm-VcaJCPK6tjbN2V7IZz8nd0V7dPVVvinFn_gUkfmn7Grvfk-4o3jR0RqnTEltOWQ4V3oXstZeKc5LRFCHk7nDGo98Yx28moSZnFx1kTNzUUUlH0jXpzjCtqL3KPoOptfsWoE9OaP-zCElGbHmg4-sSg/s320/22_Bad_Girls_From_Mars.jpg" width="228" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Finally! Edy Williams appears in a Fred Olan Ray movie! She plays Emanuelle — in a movie that was originally titled <b>Emmanuelle Goes to Hollywood</b>. Yep, for the first time in decades, she plays the lead character in a movie! (Okay: D2V movie.) The other main female character, Myra, is played by the legendary and brainy <a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Brinke_Stevens">Brinke Stevens</a> (of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/01/necromancy-witching-usa-1972.html">Necromancy</a></b> [1972] and <b>Slumber Party Massacre</b> [1982 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vrSx--k0_k">trailer</a>] and so much more).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>We need healthy young earth studs to repopulate our world — we need your love rocket</i>!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Terry (a.k.a. <a href="https://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=edimedici/gender=f/elise-di-medici.htm">Elise di Medici</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO3wiqQm12WQFFfG6slHIzbDCL1HZbK8KWFqbS-qzm-Q-hdGlX45BtPjjtvgfNCA5zAsydpLdSb5Hjf09Sx9i06chbH39wG15ZJiykFtXfEPSrGeX38sCG_q_iGbtjTWL_1hJOKHvztMWE3KymkZYjUkMhwL6IsWJGUc4E9w91hSdU7T9ZSAceKGnkw/s576/22_bad%20girls%20from%20mars%20(107).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="576" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO3wiqQm12WQFFfG6slHIzbDCL1HZbK8KWFqbS-qzm-Q-hdGlX45BtPjjtvgfNCA5zAsydpLdSb5Hjf09Sx9i06chbH39wG15ZJiykFtXfEPSrGeX38sCG_q_iGbtjTWL_1hJOKHvztMWE3KymkZYjUkMhwL6IsWJGUc4E9w91hSdU7T9ZSAceKGnkw/s320/22_bad%20girls%20from%20mars%20(107).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>Bad Girls from Mars</b>. Now there's a title that shows promise. I saw that Jay Richardson was in it and got excited. Where Richardson goes, naked breasts are sure to follow. I was ready for some cheesy, breast-filled sci-fi action. It turns out that I was only half-right in my expectations. <b>Bad Girls from Mars </b>is really a spoof of low budget film-making. The B-movie filmmakers are trying to make their epic <b>Bad Girls from Mars</b> but their leading ladies keep getting killed by a bad-poetry-writing maniac. They decide to bring in a professional. A large-breasted blonde (Edy Williams) shows up and takes her top off regularly. They know they've found the right woman for the job. Many more women will go topless before they get this flick in the can. [<i><a href="http://drgorereviews.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-girls-from-mars-review.html">Dr Gore</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFwFByGpHInO1u139BfBUSbcZQ1nvUVrZKEIn3vfXC1Y4hd-l45EWkWSrtMwwbeg5tXuFyarQxBhRnXrl4XMVWJ_B-RPUWSRoa1Q42t-gaMagYsPuuxAyHDlMXL_uzTRIgcgQdE6h7iu9KLB3QA-GT-L-OYISRb1Mhudbglkzq6PL-LKh0XKB8IacJA/s914/0_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="606" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFwFByGpHInO1u139BfBUSbcZQ1nvUVrZKEIn3vfXC1Y4hd-l45EWkWSrtMwwbeg5tXuFyarQxBhRnXrl4XMVWJ_B-RPUWSRoa1Q42t-gaMagYsPuuxAyHDlMXL_uzTRIgcgQdE6h7iu9KLB3QA-GT-L-OYISRb1Mhudbglkzq6PL-LKh0XKB8IacJA/s320/0_.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Bad Girls from Mars</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TuXcthS3Dnw" width="320" youtube-src-id="TuXcthS3Dnw"></iframe></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"At first, I was disappointed that <b>Bad Girls from Mars </b>was actually not about <b>Bad Girls from Mars</b>, but the making of said film. My disappointment soon dissipated once chicks started popping their tops. Seriously, there's a big old healthy set of boobs on display just about every five minutes in this movie. With that kind of breast exposure, the flick could've been a documentary about shoelace making and I would've been glued to my seat. The acting is also pretty good. Williams has done everything from Russ Meyer movies to straight-up porn and she shows a flair for comic timing here. I'm not saying she's the screen's funniest comedienne, but her breathless line readings of such dialogue as 'The smell of garbage turns me into a wild woman!' sure made me laugh. The flick also stars Brinke Stevens (who gets naked too) and Ray regular Jay Richardson (who fortunately doesn't); both of whom are pretty funny. [<i><a href="https://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/991601.html">Video Vacuum</a></i>]" </span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucXOl2o5cPPtUv525sNSLjx_bCnDhhmjTSsqNOIKANnoRGVGKso7TRasAShe6IEzus96sfbpa06F5x61wM3T233mnLRe7vrO5S8iySeGRPY-xCIIBGLdRjVKGpxepCqhakBE3ax4t3U_ZZAHjuZ2u3GI8d-fIG9DT7QxcGoemLKWT0lpPNxCe51wUDA/s576/22_vlcsnap-2011-11-18-22h29m04s191.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="576" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucXOl2o5cPPtUv525sNSLjx_bCnDhhmjTSsqNOIKANnoRGVGKso7TRasAShe6IEzus96sfbpa06F5x61wM3T233mnLRe7vrO5S8iySeGRPY-xCIIBGLdRjVKGpxepCqhakBE3ax4t3U_ZZAHjuZ2u3GI8d-fIG9DT7QxcGoemLKWT0lpPNxCe51wUDA/s320/22_vlcsnap-2011-11-18-22h29m04s191.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"This is really fun. [...] Ray does a great job of handling the spoof aspect in a way that doesn't become too gimmicky, which is hard with this kind of movie. In a way it kind of feels like a Godard French New Wave film, in that it was a comedic commentary on the D industry the way Godard's films were a commentary on the then mainstream Hollywood industry — the main difference being, where Godard would've had Jean-Pierre Leaud reading a socialist diatribe, Ray had one of his female stars showing her tits. This is definitely what you come to a '90s sex romp for, and Ray delivers. [<a href="http://dtvconnoisseur.blogspot.com/2013/10/bad-girls-from-mars-1990.html"><i>DTV Connoisseur</i></a>]" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHesXDZ_sj_Onm7QFwuRlz3FM7v87vEOItGXmLOw4VSyiub9E6CT7fIA07pLTm3VuqxwWiyjxunZNGxUYwExh_EWWARvGc_qztdXMPQ1xARym3jQw0LyJK6BEkHkc2AwbB7RKFYQgCpVDagAgD5ZYlnCVUBXmTsADy1Ineq7lWgM47DpQicwuRkkBBQA/s576/22_vlcsnap-2011-11-18-22h28m24s56.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="576" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHesXDZ_sj_Onm7QFwuRlz3FM7v87vEOItGXmLOw4VSyiub9E6CT7fIA07pLTm3VuqxwWiyjxunZNGxUYwExh_EWWARvGc_qztdXMPQ1xARym3jQw0LyJK6BEkHkc2AwbB7RKFYQgCpVDagAgD5ZYlnCVUBXmTsADy1Ineq7lWgM47DpQicwuRkkBBQA/s320/22_vlcsnap-2011-11-18-22h28m24s56.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"This was Fred Olen Ray in his prime — back before the bottom fell out on B-movies. In just a few short years, as <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/223808918/julie-strain">Julie Strain</a> has explained on numerous occasions, you no longer had these mid-level B-movies. You had either big budget films or something filmed in some dude's backyard with his iPhone. So, it is nice to enjoy a movie during these glory days, when it could land on Movie Gallery and mom-and-pop video store shelves across the country and be rented by legions of teens (like myself) who could appreciate its cheesy and sleazy goodness.[<i><a href="http://www.videozetaone.com/2019/12/bad-girls-from-mars-1990.html">Video Zeta One</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Faster Pussycat – <i>You're So Vain</i></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1990, dir. Rock Schenck)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL8h6gcblYZh6eoEc1froCEyl42AT9KEnp5Vj5EwmaHlFnOogjCgA-bnX4bKx7oIEjXLZuf8WqzW3zcblwDU9oj5qZv8lMAjnFW0MDpVEvAkN1DgUBh86HL7Fb-nSdc7iswKj9CYxKEcpnwfLB7zqs2RzbkjVUr0uqs68dfWR8t4VIp5BxKl4VAI4Og/s229/0_URSOVAIN.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="229" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL8h6gcblYZh6eoEc1froCEyl42AT9KEnp5Vj5EwmaHlFnOogjCgA-bnX4bKx7oIEjXLZuf8WqzW3zcblwDU9oj5qZv8lMAjnFW0MDpVEvAkN1DgUBh86HL7Fb-nSdc7iswKj9CYxKEcpnwfLB7zqs2RzbkjVUr0uqs68dfWR8t4VIp5BxKl4VAI4Og/s1600/0_URSOVAIN.jpg" width="229" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/41zKVmk4z8Q" width="320" youtube-src-id="41zKVmk4z8Q"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The video to this crappy cover version features a slightly lost-looking Edy Williams. We probably wouldn't include it, were the name of the group not an homage to Russ Meyer's roughie classic, <b>Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill!</b> (1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLTnzo-nd8Q">trailer</a>), which, famously enough, stars the icons <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/02/tura-satana-july-10-1938-february-4.html">Tura Satana</a></b> and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b>, not to mention <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Lori_Williams">Lori Williams</a> (of no relation to Edy) and, less often mentioned, the <b>Playboy </b>playmate for December 1966, <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Sue_Bernard">Sue Bernard</a> (below), as Linda, the annoying good girl of the film.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKA1dySNM1YQuwF41FBZwR0KvLGaUhZD1HEj17cWT7G8OSSdYyVzkpREKeLCsbL1jsao5XM9IEbd0J2I5R5TlA9DOzgD_j4UUuVjS_EA_CsUsQZ7tf5q35XbWtDvtZ6hhCcA7TJciEGNbZnRdGYmY3I-eql_1bGoyEM2CrMYqHth4HqAaPqwwHJGOvhg/s524/22_Sue_Bernard_01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKA1dySNM1YQuwF41FBZwR0KvLGaUhZD1HEj17cWT7G8OSSdYyVzkpREKeLCsbL1jsao5XM9IEbd0J2I5R5TlA9DOzgD_j4UUuVjS_EA_CsUsQZ7tf5q35XbWtDvtZ6hhCcA7TJciEGNbZnRdGYmY3I-eql_1bGoyEM2CrMYqHth4HqAaPqwwHJGOvhg/s320/22_Sue_Bernard_01.jpg" width="147" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams did a few more things, but we find none worth looking at... but who knows what the future might bring. <b>Night of the Living Edy Williams</b>? <b>Return of the Living Edy Williams</b>?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Up next:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> Babes of BVD, </b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Part XII</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> — Erica Gavin</b></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-50329421471063613522024-02-20T09:45:00.000+01:002024-02-20T09:45:05.428+01:00The Suspect / Gik do chung faan (Hong Kong, 1998) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4Sesu8Rkg4kNbzpNRzDxYsXUZd7_WDEF9jk5CmWwvR-gHhNl0CIkQEo2Sppbg7kzd07rykZKCrpHnYZFvNpJ37iY-4Qe0aKkDYgC7KLG5tmHrC67TeGsRyE8fFdB3lk0SZi5AQRTUz474SAatT2sGZ0hME6CzQL1UKYG8VHGJQVhUpaS1M7YhlL5QA/s737/Screenshot%202024-02-11%20at%2014-00-44%20The%20Suspect%20(1998).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="737" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4Sesu8Rkg4kNbzpNRzDxYsXUZd7_WDEF9jk5CmWwvR-gHhNl0CIkQEo2Sppbg7kzd07rykZKCrpHnYZFvNpJ37iY-4Qe0aKkDYgC7KLG5tmHrC67TeGsRyE8fFdB3lk0SZi5AQRTUz474SAatT2sGZ0hME6CzQL1UKYG8VHGJQVhUpaS1M7YhlL5QA/s320/Screenshot%202024-02-11%20at%2014-00-44%20The%20Suspect%20(1998).png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A mid-career action thriller from Hong Kong action thriller specialist <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/210011421/ringo-lam" target="_blank">Ringo Lam</a> (8 Dec 1955 – 29 Dec 2018), <b>The Suspect</b> pretty much is an illustrative example of how even a competent genre specialist can have a bad film day. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ExT1DxuoW5a__bR-F4AoS6glqd-NeDiryJRe77zqiYoejWeXBIc_dfmN-DDL-B4q1wNZc0K4pgJAV4KNm1LMCoXBVpnIvTf_Km4UKJvqKx9XUSmPBUCbzVafWzIm35BPkkLpOekH4hPjmArhyphenhyphenxRtylbTUt-IB_4kDfqB_xjXcgFakFNCuk0vtnF5VQ/s421/Suspect_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ExT1DxuoW5a__bR-F4AoS6glqd-NeDiryJRe77zqiYoejWeXBIc_dfmN-DDL-B4q1wNZc0K4pgJAV4KNm1LMCoXBVpnIvTf_Km4UKJvqKx9XUSmPBUCbzVafWzIm35BPkkLpOekH4hPjmArhyphenhyphenxRtylbTUt-IB_4kDfqB_xjXcgFakFNCuk0vtnF5VQ/s320/Suspect_1.jpg" width="228" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Suspect</i>:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XA0Q2KM_Dfg" width="320" youtube-src-id="XA0Q2KM_Dfg"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The film tells the tale of a handsome young man named Don (Louis Koo of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/06/troublesome-night-a-files-hong-kong.html">Troublesome Night 5</a></b> [1999], <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/03/zu-warriors-shu-shan-zheng-zhuan-hong.html"><b>Zu Warriors</b></a> [2001], the <b>Chinese Ghost Story</b> [2011 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3m98n-obu4">trailer</a>] remake and <b>Always Be with You</b> [2017 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldcoK98XDV0">trailer</a>]), who gets out of jail after sitting 12 years, though whether he actually committed the crime or took the fall is never 100% clear. His best friend Max (Julian Cheung of <b>The First 7th Night</b> [2009 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0rcAo9MJho&ab_channel=mrlittlejacky">trailer</a>] & <b>The House That Never Dies II</b> [2017 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6HY8-CbwVM&ab_channel=ChinaLion">trailer</a>]) sets him up for a night in a posh hotel with a hot hooker, but the next morning Don learns that as repayment he has to assassinate the politician across the way and kill the hooker, neither of which he is willing to do because he is committed to a fresh start. So, instead, Max does the politician and frames Don, who is now "The Suspect". And let the car chases and shootouts begin! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KpBz8rhdTxSRDsAkoCMGeFthyDcz0h8JJB3zx4_34iPnRai8ZlQ5tkKV8m23R_-kE8jnCO37cwJBbU7uU7ZsMgFxSg8QyY7QT-WlvlRFWMGyZ6_bazHKz4wQGq_MkWUUR7TXxDjQz2HXr7SIcVh-hbH8sZmUsJ0KorwY6jdqpjbLuEg-SWibL709Qg/s300/Suspect_8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="300" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KpBz8rhdTxSRDsAkoCMGeFthyDcz0h8JJB3zx4_34iPnRai8ZlQ5tkKV8m23R_-kE8jnCO37cwJBbU7uU7ZsMgFxSg8QyY7QT-WlvlRFWMGyZ6_bazHKz4wQGq_MkWUUR7TXxDjQz2HXr7SIcVh-hbH8sZmUsJ0KorwY6jdqpjbLuEg-SWibL709Qg/s1600/Suspect_8.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Louis Koo sings</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Mr Cool</i>:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kRw6AUserMw" width="320" youtube-src-id="kRw6AUserMw"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Don't be fooled by the imitation <b>The Usual Suspect</b> (1995 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiXdPolca5w">trailer</a>) style poster, as <b>The Suspect</b> is in no way a mystery or very involving. The bad guys and good guys are more or less always clear from the beginning, even if the narrative itself is pretty much a mess. Set in a Hong Kong and Philippines where the law (at least in the movie) is pretty much a second thought and relatively incompetent, and no one bats an eye when men start running around with submachine guns and where, it seems, you can get in trouble for killing a politician but not for mowing down innocent bystanders, the narrative itself is inconsequential and uninteresting, almost by the numbers, and exists primarily as an excuse to string together car chase scenes and shootouts. And there are a lot of both, though definitely more of the latter, with the men shooting all over the place with such abandon that one gets the sense that every shot bullet gives them an orgasm.<br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBG_DkWI9YRdiyxmQFqB2333pmNtv_6m9MjL4CPxGipvAkJX_4bagtmpDcQLHx1bHH3VIJVc83hnnxYastJpIOHQkWtXXoQG8Fsm1EgmdMUB6HmC0Sl2b-pJC1iLlxpqS4uguadBVrEqnTEKwe8ekTrd_xZ5iDhNUjfGrVflDTs6NxRxI9Bi672ZYkg/s400/Suspect_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="227" data-original-width="400" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBG_DkWI9YRdiyxmQFqB2333pmNtv_6m9MjL4CPxGipvAkJX_4bagtmpDcQLHx1bHH3VIJVc83hnnxYastJpIOHQkWtXXoQG8Fsm1EgmdMUB6HmC0Sl2b-pJC1iLlxpqS4uguadBVrEqnTEKwe8ekTrd_xZ5iDhNUjfGrVflDTs6NxRxI9Bi672ZYkg/s320/Suspect_6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Neither Ringo Lam nor co-scribe Wing-Kin Lau (co-scribe of <b>The Untold Story</b> [1993 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqs5IeyID-s&ab_channel=Omemeister">trailer</a>]) really put too much thought into their story, the paper-thin plot of which comes across as if strung together by spit and created just to string together the shootouts and chase scenes. Yam, however, has filmed better shootouts and better car chases in better movies; while the action scenes are undoubtedly satisfactorily shot, they all lack the thrill and élan required to make them exciting, and thus they really come across as simply time-padding or as fulfilling basic expectations. Even the singular female character of note, as in the only one who is onscreen for longer than five minutes in total, the reporter cum lawyer Annie (Ada Choi of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/05/huet-sing-friday-bloody-friday-hong.html"><b>Bloody Friday</b></a> [1996]), is less an essential or even involving element than she is, well, sort of pointless to the story, which is why she also disappears for huge swathes of the tale and basically completely gone by the film's resolution. It must be said, however, the scene in which it is suddenly revealed that she is also a lawyer and then proceeds to give Don legal advice on how to react to the denials and repudiations of the bad-guy Dante (Simon Yam of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/05/huet-sing-friday-bloody-friday-hong.html">Bloody Friday</a></b> [1996] and so much more) is so hilariously idiotic that it almost comes across as satiric.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWIOKppJSj5TYCi-CMc5J5LL9rtlVcRcywXF6KJo1-2TvtYRekMeYthIg4nln0GufdbbWUBxrNs7F8HzBSCuk7ACWPwPQB8aKQXHF5_l4qC6ltY10stCSw-iAxbnX0iWNHAKw82GIRhUvocP35_H3B32q3MydcbrkTot3LfK_4C24MRWAeB-saYxZOg/s707/Suspect_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="707" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWIOKppJSj5TYCi-CMc5J5LL9rtlVcRcywXF6KJo1-2TvtYRekMeYthIg4nln0GufdbbWUBxrNs7F8HzBSCuk7ACWPwPQB8aKQXHF5_l4qC6ltY10stCSw-iAxbnX0iWNHAKw82GIRhUvocP35_H3B32q3MydcbrkTot3LfK_4C24MRWAeB-saYxZOg/s320/Suspect_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">That scene gets a good laugh, as does the intentionally funny scene in which Don is confronted with his first mobile phone, and there are also a few other bright spots in <b>The Suspect</b>, but nothing that truly makes the film memorable or noteworthy — although Don does have a short but eye-catching scene in which he gets out of bed shirtless and wearing tighty-whities. True, he soon puts on a shirt, but still, even as non-fans of tighty-whities we have to say he looks good in them. Both Max and Don are rather good-looking men, but with the exception of that one short scene, they both (as to be expected) remain fully clothed throughout the film. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_YsY10BHeW3RSQDs_tAjXNdZB-iO4pOe2PuVDpztWe7bA6D0s5rfladD3LqSNKWkCk-drenNcLUqCutjuMyXX-kKENoQPjzwT8C14hVWY76v9p2PZIk5Zib2O5bpAykJf5JiN3iKESOWfY2DEvNgAjqgGhqWnF95rF4u0S1gO-avS8N6YkxCDFj6Fw/s318/Suspect_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="159" data-original-width="318" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_YsY10BHeW3RSQDs_tAjXNdZB-iO4pOe2PuVDpztWe7bA6D0s5rfladD3LqSNKWkCk-drenNcLUqCutjuMyXX-kKENoQPjzwT8C14hVWY76v9p2PZIk5Zib2O5bpAykJf5JiN3iKESOWfY2DEvNgAjqgGhqWnF95rF4u0S1gO-avS8N6YkxCDFj6Fw/s1600/Suspect_4.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Max is perhaps the most complex character found in <b>The Suspect</b>, though complexities and psychological exploration are not exactly a focus of the movie. Nevertheless, more so than Dan, he is a man torn by the situation: he is forever waffling and unsure to whom he truly owes his loyalty and love. He is truly unable to decide between his "father" Dante and his "brother" Don, indiscriminately betraying and then saving the one and then the other, changing his mind way more often than most men change their tighty-whities. But then, were he more resolute, were he able to simply shoot Dan or betray Dante, <b>The Suspect </b>would be a very short movie. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2z3bdeO_RHH1skbMlPDHFf2R40pr2OkUOHkNDnbuMtvPLqocYfNqb80byG0PYKgXDWz3ac81Nd9bXxxaH3lo0aoX2tR_94pz5RfZx3UIbatzu3EYXnZ5f9iUI1ysDPTv03IZEHxzuSbtGt2tZCRnJ9BGpcMKN7t_zWLYwHP-jQHFP5ZZStLD3aJtEg/s705/Suspect_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="705" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2z3bdeO_RHH1skbMlPDHFf2R40pr2OkUOHkNDnbuMtvPLqocYfNqb80byG0PYKgXDWz3ac81Nd9bXxxaH3lo0aoX2tR_94pz5RfZx3UIbatzu3EYXnZ5f9iUI1ysDPTv03IZEHxzuSbtGt2tZCRnJ9BGpcMKN7t_zWLYwHP-jQHFP5ZZStLD3aJtEg/s320/Suspect_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>The Suspect</b> is pretty much a generic Hong Kong action movie in every sense of the word and is greatly hampered by its non-involving and occasionally confused storyline, which often leaves the viewer three steps behind. (It took a while before we could figure out the what and why of King Tso [Ray Lui of <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/11/megaforce-2-devil-hunters-lie-mo-qun.html">Devil Hunters</a></b> (1989) & <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/vendettamorbidiazai-shi-zhui-hun-1992.html"><b>Zai shi zhui hun</b></a> (1993)] and his men, for example.) Never truly terrible and never truly any good, above all <b>The Suspect</b> simply feels pointless and unnecessary. It is definitely a lesser Ringo Lam movie, and as such anything but essential viewing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoDv-1_1pn-uTLy9LL41-TRUw8dS1raOv-zquxSQiEGE3qq2tRC9pP7ITzwJvkRJZ8HYhonnvGMIJ38OQ5zbS6m1yhJ0TAowLCWAHtCneWe-oDJ3WP-ignXS17CN-JU8kpHEAyYTE5MBoH3C4gmHoWOJPjH3xMvoNw5rYqZvYH6YiJ_a305DfFzVM7A/s1280/image-w1280.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoDv-1_1pn-uTLy9LL41-TRUw8dS1raOv-zquxSQiEGE3qq2tRC9pP7ITzwJvkRJZ8HYhonnvGMIJ38OQ5zbS6m1yhJ0TAowLCWAHtCneWe-oDJ3WP-ignXS17CN-JU8kpHEAyYTE5MBoH3C4gmHoWOJPjH3xMvoNw5rYqZvYH6YiJ_a305DfFzVM7A/s320/image-w1280.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-80622297348587039482024-02-13T08:49:00.003+01:002024-02-14T15:01:40.075+01:00A Message from Our Sponsors<div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ryNtckMT49M" width="320" youtube-src-id="ryNtckMT49M"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">"<i>When the park siren sounds, it's time to run for your lives!</i>" </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">We were brought to this funny but horrific "advertisement" by way of the ever-entertaining website <i><a href="https://boingboing.net/">boingboing</a></i>, a source of interesting things that we followed way back when it was a printed magazine.<b>*</b> <i>Boingboing</i>, which is always full of interesting leads and even an occasional decently priced deal from their sponsors, wrote: "Love it or hate it, there's one thing computer now do extremely well — generating AI <a href="https://boingboing.net/2023/07/21/ai-generated-dogs-are-the-stuff-of-nightmares.html">nightmare fuel</a>.<b>**</b> AI seems to excel at the terrifying and the grotesque, and this AI-generated 1950s-style TV commercial is pretty much peak AI horror. [...]"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">How we wish <i><a href="https://www.murdercanbefun.com/">Murder Can Be Fun</a></i>, that great 'zine by <a href="http://markmaynard.com/2017/09/the-untold-history-of-zines-john-marr-on-murder-can-be-fun/">Johnny Marr</a>, would likewise recreate itself for the web.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>**</b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Does another thing even better: destroy jobs. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">Posted at the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/@memedreammachine2534"><i>Meme Dream Machine</i></a> on YouTube, a relatively new channel, low on content at the moment, though that is sure to change. With <i>Pookky Park</i> (made with: "Script: ChatGPT. Photos: Midjourney. Video: PikaLabs, Runway."), apparently their first attempt at creating a meme, they hit a homer — one that might be difficult to top.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: small;">The B&W version above is the original, but as perhaps to be expected, someone used AI to create a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKijd8STJbc">colorized version</a>.</span></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-44092878504646376522024-02-06T09:38:00.000+01:002024-02-06T09:38:08.200+01:003 A.M. (USA, 2001)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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of portmanteau horror movies, <b>3 A.M. </b>[2012 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZb3gUHGpnw&ab_channel=FiveStarMovies">trailer</a>],
<b>3 A.M. Part 2</b> [2014 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SBRGsSIDQU">trailer</a>],
or <b>3 A.M. Part 3</b> [2018 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO-pKihbQMc&ab_channel=GSCMovies">trailer</a>].<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCiSF1Brzbg60GcU9jZfuYskoF9tvx9K88GRrknvDX_EDH0EwvDeINmCe1vU9MLhlopoTl7shHLxZIgdLJQxkgThM-AO4ZdJrBqInsh8FYY01O23xiGUxOWwvdlLnkDkfPmAIObYrHyGRs3bcnUnSqW3dkrCY5RaI9jP3sBSUu0_dOty_eEIb2q8J-w/s510/1_3AM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="510" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCiSF1Brzbg60GcU9jZfuYskoF9tvx9K88GRrknvDX_EDH0EwvDeINmCe1vU9MLhlopoTl7shHLxZIgdLJQxkgThM-AO4ZdJrBqInsh8FYY01O23xiGUxOWwvdlLnkDkfPmAIObYrHyGRs3bcnUnSqW3dkrCY5RaI9jP3sBSUu0_dOty_eEIb2q8J-w/s320/1_3AM.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">(Spoilers) This <b>3 A.M.</b> here is less supernatural than
psychological. The debut feature film of director Lee Davis, who also wrote it,
this largely forgotten and seldom seen NY-set drama explores the lives of
diverse people while focusing mostly on a trio of cab drivers working for Love
Cabs: former baseball flash-in-the-pan Hershey (Danny Glover of <b>Silverado</b> [1985
/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnvbcPmRsKI&ab_channel=TrailerChan">trailer</a>],
<b>Predator 2</b> [1990 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLe_1SheJms&ab_channel=ForeverHorrorVideoArchive">trailer</a>],
<b>The Royal Tannenbaums </b>[2001 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DNAI9bhBFU&ab_channel=thecoolidge">trailer</a>],
<b>Saw </b>[2004 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-1QgOMQ-ls&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>]
and more); Bosnian refugee Rasha Andrić (Sergej Trifunović of <b>A Serbian Film</b>
[2010 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddwrbcMmzlc&ab_channel=Invincible">trailer</a>]
& <b>The Last Serb in Croatia</b> [2019 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtP0bQgu7Og&ab_channel=HorrorantFilmFestival">trailer</a>]),
who has one car accident after another and is in love with a disinterested
Bosnian hooker (Marika Dominczyk); and Salgado (Michelle Rodriguez of <b>Resident
Evil</b> [2002 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhBAIDHvRTc">trailer</a>],
<b>BloodRayne</b> [2005/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7BNqIu260g">trailer</a>],
<b>Machete</b> [2010/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkSU6Qrvo6c">trailer</a>]
& <b>Machete Kills</b> [2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwbG64YC-vQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers">trailer</a>],
<b>She Dies Tomorrow</b> [2020 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcMFjCPkP3M">trailer</a>]
and more) an emotionally unstable young cabbie battling demons real and
imagined. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBdHzdQsPWLx_TMsb6r48n1LqSLaKKIy9nwC2QRqlX5rRbIhnB0HbVLXcNpa6b_wk9joBQSXH9t3WGJop40LLG_FHFB39XOhzdfP4l9j4blugdFfizIZl94jazOE9U7bK-la_vMkC6YbZ73QDZ2-sLkuiznX9hNAy6azHRMvExHv_dv9sqeWLrLYdDA/s510/1_3AM_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="510" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBdHzdQsPWLx_TMsb6r48n1LqSLaKKIy9nwC2QRqlX5rRbIhnB0HbVLXcNpa6b_wk9joBQSXH9t3WGJop40LLG_FHFB39XOhzdfP4l9j4blugdFfizIZl94jazOE9U7bK-la_vMkC6YbZ73QDZ2-sLkuiznX9hNAy6azHRMvExHv_dv9sqeWLrLYdDA/s320/1_3AM_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Rounding out the three main characters are George (national treasure
Pam Grier), Hershey's diner-waitress girlfriend, who worries that he might be
the next cabbie to get killed and to whom he is unable to fully commit; Box
(Sarita Choudhury of <b>Innocence </b>[2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG9SVIw9JDU&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesIndie">trailer</a>]
and <b>Fresh Kill</b> [1994 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQfsc4dVZSQ&ab_channel=ChrisFiore">trailer</a>]),
the overworked owner of Love Cabs facing financial ruin; and diverse tertiary (or
further removed) characters and cab passengers — including, briefly, the inordinately
likeable new-father cab driver Singh (Aasif Mandvi of <b>Movie 43</b> [2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9fBCkwDW8c&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers">trailer</a>]),
who exists and dies primarily to make the concept of a cab-driver killer a
realistic, palpable threat to the viewer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmdbuoO7Tlh0WVG9JX0O4YsvrPTSsGYoRqkxniW9b2xkepOMClVJFM85gvN6HHrNl9_zhW9_qiNNIWTaL7JkAOw-haGJwSj6vcPkTP_1QdViWJycga9Q10J8-GnT649AFBW7n_ahkjMOc_pvcurQqp0MN_41grDj9KvOE2jZXqKc95BxqLOVlBuGUPA/s474/1_3AM_8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="328" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmdbuoO7Tlh0WVG9JX0O4YsvrPTSsGYoRqkxniW9b2xkepOMClVJFM85gvN6HHrNl9_zhW9_qiNNIWTaL7JkAOw-haGJwSj6vcPkTP_1QdViWJycga9Q10J8-GnT649AFBW7n_ahkjMOc_pvcurQqp0MN_41grDj9KvOE2jZXqKc95BxqLOVlBuGUPA/s320/1_3AM_8.jpg" width="221" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><i>3 a.m.</i>:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pEYvVNM7PWI" width="320" youtube-src-id="pEYvVNM7PWI"></iframe></div></b></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>3 A.M. </b>is set in that special New York City
of films in which diverse people, despite the fact they are agitating within a
city of roughly 8.5 million, constantly cross paths, and where time flows
immaterially, taking a rhythm that is just perfect to make a multitude of
events occur within an impossible timeframe. But accepting the fact that time
is of no importance, the narrative of the film does well in keeping the viewer
interested and intrigued, even managing to make us care and feel for the at
times sketchily drawn characters as their narratives appear to spiral towards
tragedy.</span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zvLxOss5XDBET2RMHfXM6HgmBnXYsY-g38MbXvtvccL7FKudFHr9cyjqhFofW4HtDUvORm_cB7VGLbWAakuiWN5kUr52amjOnFUO-FWeC5-8FlPQKgyHhvIBEaUIzBz_qaAzHDFiYDG6f6fTwQuNxvp2BslQwAkEu-_ao3XQEjvn1XRcXxOhPl418w/s650/1_3AM_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="650" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zvLxOss5XDBET2RMHfXM6HgmBnXYsY-g38MbXvtvccL7FKudFHr9cyjqhFofW4HtDUvORm_cB7VGLbWAakuiWN5kUr52amjOnFUO-FWeC5-8FlPQKgyHhvIBEaUIzBz_qaAzHDFiYDG6f6fTwQuNxvp2BslQwAkEu-_ao3XQEjvn1XRcXxOhPl418w/s320/1_3AM_5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Unluckily, but for the open-ended but
definitely not promising fate of Michelle Rodriguez's well-acted Salgado,
director/scriptwriter Lee Davis displays an inability to let his characters
suffer the dismaying fate that their personal storylines demand. In the case of
Bosnian Rasha Andrić, Davis even allows a grown-inducing "miracle
recovery" that renders that characters main moral quandary (and thus his entire storyline) a joke, regardless
of the fact that the film ends with him on an airplane back to war-torn Bosnia,
a return trip of open and unknown consequences to a family that could well all
be dead.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNOWZP9B-o-pnxKfG3Ms4vVa3yv17H_ZEoreSGndu4GfKZ7ESH6aLGE4YpjrYQMOVXTd-DHtzirnsGAeSeZz6coHJNYG6oahVp3uVEvf-E6r1611nrRebJC0JWn_cobZS7cCKZTts35IP9FDQznvJNrhUOd1Yx_1GWOGe6nr2qfjiNFi2Bdd8D7sW8g/s510/1_3AM_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="510" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNOWZP9B-o-pnxKfG3Ms4vVa3yv17H_ZEoreSGndu4GfKZ7ESH6aLGE4YpjrYQMOVXTd-DHtzirnsGAeSeZz6coHJNYG6oahVp3uVEvf-E6r1611nrRebJC0JWn_cobZS7cCKZTts35IP9FDQznvJNrhUOd1Yx_1GWOGe6nr2qfjiNFi2Bdd8D7sW8g/s320/1_3AM_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">And therein lies some of the problems of <b>3
a.m.</b> While involving and well-shot and well-acted, the movie often feels less
like a "real" feature film meant for the theatres than a well-made TV
movie. Too often, that which happens — whether it be how quickly an unread
contract is signed or a discovery of a suitcase of money or a silent guest
continually observing in a diner — culminates in an unrealistic or overly
magical reveal that slips towards sappy. As a result, <b>3 A.M. </b>loses much of its
bite and edge, making the overall effect of the movie far less exceptional or
noteworthy or truly moving than, well, toothless. In the end, it feels like a
movie that should be excellent but barely manages to achieve being good (and
does that only if you are of the forgiving kind).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9BcYfeQwlEFSPoqkFdDGm4sMlFPZqlIo_cI9mmnD47ieaaOxlDhLcmJNUssnN2Tx4smguxPOj4K26fz3W3D0t6XaNxjflG9bBtfaAF1npHdE7voyL4gd1NeuAKxlBIizCRwosyYd7CFh6NcCKceINPdSCK6kvtxET2t8HFlNOd3lb4U0ojvVlR7J2Q/s650/1_3AM_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="650" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9BcYfeQwlEFSPoqkFdDGm4sMlFPZqlIo_cI9mmnD47ieaaOxlDhLcmJNUssnN2Tx4smguxPOj4K26fz3W3D0t6XaNxjflG9bBtfaAF1npHdE7voyL4gd1NeuAKxlBIizCRwosyYd7CFh6NcCKceINPdSCK6kvtxET2t8HFlNOd3lb4U0ojvVlR7J2Q/s320/1_3AM_6.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Flawed or not, <b>3 A.M. </b>arguably does not
deserve to be obscure as it is, if only for the fact that Michelle Rodriguez
delivers an excellent performance, Glover & Grier make such a fetching
couple, and Sarita Choudhury manages to give her one-note character surprising
depth considering how little screen time she has. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBUvQyeGKx48GOnsRyQlEzZGd9xLJmKEqIs6eCv5iDa5o-e90TqqxGaussigk1o2n3Ju7lRRWnGCp0ckOEvPy84grJOdC4CCQQ8XO2rdk75nnNn0Go3oNFNXIcF-O51lHb-o9-x2RMDMytfH-kgWyuJEoekT30qSbuTsFhqByM9RbJBynACqUOYJapQ/s650/1_3AM_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="650" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBUvQyeGKx48GOnsRyQlEzZGd9xLJmKEqIs6eCv5iDa5o-e90TqqxGaussigk1o2n3Ju7lRRWnGCp0ckOEvPy84grJOdC4CCQQ8XO2rdk75nnNn0Go3oNFNXIcF-O51lHb-o9-x2RMDMytfH-kgWyuJEoekT30qSbuTsFhqByM9RbJBynACqUOYJapQ/s320/1_3AM_4.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">But obscure the film is, if
probably less due to its overall underdevelopment than the fact that it was
marketed so poorly. Sold as an action flick, it is anything but. Sure it has
its scenes of gunshots and death, but above all it is a character-driven drama
with a structure somewhat similar to a Robert Altman ensemble film — <b>Nashville
</b>(1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty3oclCA-uM&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>),
<b>Short Cuts</b> (1993 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePyhGz9_RCI&ab_channel=TrailerTrackerEnglish">trailer</a>),
<b>The Player</b> (1992 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDDTS08wPs&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>),
<b>Kansas City </b>(1996 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nMT-7TEe74&ab_channel=ArrowAcademy">trailer</a>),
<b>Ready to Wear </b>(1994 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENrpGFroUbw&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>),
etc. — just with less white people and a lot fewer characters. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8AefUmQx5xl6gXbJIKrq5vaB_sRrYwwybcAQP2tdaJdATJ9ywCSxq7HVdDqWM4F_VwH5gLm1VzgK8nqMbwP69hPgqh-1KeTDn2P69OYJNe7sCsdhSSW8SHvH3wWeJUIMqketJn5hDHsyAtDvarmYfO4kf6fR2LP1c8oEAOnRCL7hqxIsCfR2E8uVEw/s650/1_3AM_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="650" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8AefUmQx5xl6gXbJIKrq5vaB_sRrYwwybcAQP2tdaJdATJ9ywCSxq7HVdDqWM4F_VwH5gLm1VzgK8nqMbwP69hPgqh-1KeTDn2P69OYJNe7sCsdhSSW8SHvH3wWeJUIMqketJn5hDHsyAtDvarmYfO4kf6fR2LP1c8oEAOnRCL7hqxIsCfR2E8uVEw/s320/1_3AM_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Lee Davis is obviously
far less interested in any of the actual gunshots shot or fights fought than
the ramifications such events have, emotionally and psychologically, on the
characters involved, or the resulting domino effect. Unluckily, he does his
exploration from the viewpoint of an armchair, which makes <b>3 A.M.</b> a rather
shallow experience on the whole, despite the fascination that it casts while
one watches it. Worth a watch, in any event.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIznld4sdqmNk9jFV0Y_Wy3OobDsExI3ECIg23a2zjLeI1xNpsGkoYYnObQNrhZqdWWckUPAJjAF-Xy8-_kOA1rOOCsg1nDVw7bbzkgDoOnGDxOQszr7nBGxNVdpT6LnCV2c61XD3x52TNPEmbPSBLE0BmeMYbbnj7WiDAJulwW-ZScmfxzQiXk812SQ/s1000/1_3AM_9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="704" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIznld4sdqmNk9jFV0Y_Wy3OobDsExI3ECIg23a2zjLeI1xNpsGkoYYnObQNrhZqdWWckUPAJjAF-Xy8-_kOA1rOOCsg1nDVw7bbzkgDoOnGDxOQszr7nBGxNVdpT6LnCV2c61XD3x52TNPEmbPSBLE0BmeMYbbnj7WiDAJulwW-ZScmfxzQiXk812SQ/s320/1_3AM_9.jpg" width="225" /></a></span></span></div>
Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-28212922980910038472024-01-30T08:34:00.000+01:002024-01-30T08:34:09.884+01:00Cry of the City (USA, 1948)<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicQguye0__fNCCrIWY0nzHlx4ceGAnuymfyd2OnTONaLUVIs-trYOxmeLZbmLivzeNMCfnyZRHnXWux-zMWNqhspPnISLp01g1I5TGZ-fUx0S4NXaRa8RczNpDkfNr0Ztm2NNT-CjZ5dr7kgTTFP4mgmSR1omM9xnprN5fTuE7UZV3_GTQJeSn6T48g/s755/1_CryOfTheCity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="507" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicQguye0__fNCCrIWY0nzHlx4ceGAnuymfyd2OnTONaLUVIs-trYOxmeLZbmLivzeNMCfnyZRHnXWux-zMWNqhspPnISLp01g1I5TGZ-fUx0S4NXaRa8RczNpDkfNr0Ztm2NNT-CjZ5dr7kgTTFP4mgmSR1omM9xnprN5fTuE7UZV3_GTQJeSn6T48g/s320/1_CryOfTheCity.jpg" width="215" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>Oh Marty, why did you have to shoot? Why did you have to kill</i>?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Teena Riconti (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167184321/lisa-gaye">Debra Paget</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNnRcsNno4_JvFLAH1BiN7XJ-wB34U0iAjYV_khMByjnxqkIA3QB4MRlCwTxF49p9PdS1XObrAENr3UPTm5YIPwBc80lhGpCQ-wgsa_9QhuQbaMhVMNZU7yzPCubmUX0tgiRYOV1c2yntmuXS79JqOAA4V9GzKk3GFV65bIoIVD7zqNAjqsWeiaSHeQ/s517/Screenshot%202024-01-27%20at%2012-19-04%20Cry%20of%20the%20City%20(1948).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="226" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNnRcsNno4_JvFLAH1BiN7XJ-wB34U0iAjYV_khMByjnxqkIA3QB4MRlCwTxF49p9PdS1XObrAENr3UPTm5YIPwBc80lhGpCQ-wgsa_9QhuQbaMhVMNZU7yzPCubmUX0tgiRYOV1c2yntmuXS79JqOAA4V9GzKk3GFV65bIoIVD7zqNAjqsWeiaSHeQ/s320/Screenshot%202024-01-27%20at%2012-19-04%20Cry%20of%20the%20City%20(1948).png" width="140" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Two years after his acknowledged classic of film noir, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/05/killers-usa-1946.html"><b>The Killers</b></a> (1946), which we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> find enjoyable but way overrated, and a year after the completely superfluous and dull flop that is the forgotten <b>Time Out of Mind</b> (1947 / <a href="https://ok.ru/video/345641781923" target="_blank">Russian website</a>), the talented but underrated <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6946043/robert-siodmak">Richard Siodmak</a> (8 Aug 1900 – 10 Mar 1973) returned to the crime-ridden, corrupt world of the Big City to make another great crime film, <b>Cry of the City</b>. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk8Jg8pplx-hOZ510S2_sXnM0p8yzRGidxWR2hLk6Q1CVzO_wlk_J3nH-oBOlP62Er0bAXUsJlxWUnaTK_-d0pZGPY0n21B9eqwJHRZFk6p9djwSEc19nxX8Qqku1jUlEHaADHocpB_S-sqqeed8hgtbYKWLh2fu9Km95frpJP5N88PrSyh7MmCoFpA/s466/6_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk8Jg8pplx-hOZ510S2_sXnM0p8yzRGidxWR2hLk6Q1CVzO_wlk_J3nH-oBOlP62Er0bAXUsJlxWUnaTK_-d0pZGPY0n21B9eqwJHRZFk6p9djwSEc19nxX8Qqku1jUlEHaADHocpB_S-sqqeed8hgtbYKWLh2fu9Km95frpJP5N88PrSyh7MmCoFpA/s320/6_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Based on the novel <b>The Chair for Martin Rome</b>, by Henry Edward Helseth (10 Jan 1911 – 25 Sept 1983), a now forgotten second-string author who also supplied the bones to two other lesser crime films, <b>Outside the Wall</b> (1950 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJVp1RUeC1I&ab_channel=ChrisT">full film</a>) and <b>State Penitentiary</b> (1950), <b>Cry of the City</b> was shot partially in Los Angeles (interiors) and on the streets of New York City. Even if the film doesn't enjoy the popularity and respect of some of his other B&W crime films, <b>Cry of the City</b> is generally considered an important film of the genre and Siodmak's career — and we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> would not be liable to disagree. An immeasurably watchable and well-made film, <b>Cry of the City</b> proved to us to be far more enjoyable, better made, and better structured and scripted than <b>The Killers</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilTWzmNteayEAU4iGZnE7BqVKgIaCbcxskkcUuHS71o6FUBcalV1-AL7C9PJA5ud0DgGlPA8z3CT7K3o-fN8-2FFal1DzcS8MWLCnoxXPQCPu0E-6OP42rwsVR1xE5R_6gsMcBAAIJmKyXI4_8m4q58w-KkX_kSx26k0G0ZJ3dhMyDEW2HL0nXT-VJg/s569/2_CryOfTheCity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilTWzmNteayEAU4iGZnE7BqVKgIaCbcxskkcUuHS71o6FUBcalV1-AL7C9PJA5ud0DgGlPA8z3CT7K3o-fN8-2FFal1DzcS8MWLCnoxXPQCPu0E-6OP42rwsVR1xE5R_6gsMcBAAIJmKyXI4_8m4q58w-KkX_kSx26k0G0ZJ3dhMyDEW2HL0nXT-VJg/s320/2_CryOfTheCity.jpg" width="225" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Cry of the City</i>:</span> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nUt6ii3z4N0" width="320" youtube-src-id="nUt6ii3z4N0"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot of the movie is perhaps not the most original in the world: cop hunts bad guy. In this case, the bad guy is the Italian-American cop killer Martin Rome (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/224/richard-conte">Richard Conte</a> [24 Mar 1910 – 15 Apr 1975]<b>*</b>), while the [main] good-guy cop, who grew up in the same poverty-ridden NYC neighborhood as Marty, is Lt. Vittorio Candella (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8698/victor-mature">Victor Mature</a> [19 Jan 1913 – 4 Aug 1999] of <b>One Million B.C.</b> [1940 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfir7v6jij8&ab_channel=LostnFoundFilms">colorized trailer</a>], <b><a href="http://mostlycrappybooks.blogspot.com/2010/03/fiction-i-wake-up-screaming.html?m=0">I Wake Up Screaming</a> </b>[1941 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hAfmvaZFx8&ab_channel=FullMoonMatinee">full film</a>] and <b>Head </b>[1968 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7IBVhqDMoo&pp=ygUUSGVhZCBbMTk2OCAvIHRyYWlsZXI%3D&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>]).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Of </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>The Spider</b> (1945 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBdExhqr2Eg&ab_channel=ReelClassics">full movie</a>), <b>Whirlpool </b>(1950 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cO37JtuAAoQ&ab_channel=PublicDomainStuff">trailer</a>), <b>Extraña invasión</b> a.k.a. <b>Stay Tuned for Terror</b> (1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB8_RhZKjio&ab_channel=isidronostalgia">full film in Spanish</a>), <b>Death Sentence</b> (1968 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIZPS__LXIo&ab_channel=TheSpaghettiWesternDatabase">Italo trailer</a>), <b>The Return of the Exorcist</b> (1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrVUF_E1RKs&ab_channel=FilmesSegregados">Italo trailer</a>) and more).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJgcT7_d8Fu48ubbZXH_59GuaKTTQ4iWtqs_PQ1jCWENVFuWmksqwrlG-68Ak4T9z7gIDEXH6FpZW1IzZnlu2Fuu8a52TnUGnxlzWPycgCYOK5uU4Sm-z_JT0k1Dxkx08I3XqtHIOCElCcTNfmirAjScPyOtVUnMSrWB73zre5hPWTATeqRo_U5oBfw/s500/Screenshot%202024-01-27%20at%2012-16-19%20Cry%20of%20the%20City%20(1948).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="343" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJgcT7_d8Fu48ubbZXH_59GuaKTTQ4iWtqs_PQ1jCWENVFuWmksqwrlG-68Ak4T9z7gIDEXH6FpZW1IzZnlu2Fuu8a52TnUGnxlzWPycgCYOK5uU4Sm-z_JT0k1Dxkx08I3XqtHIOCElCcTNfmirAjScPyOtVUnMSrWB73zre5hPWTATeqRo_U5oBfw/s320/Screenshot%202024-01-27%20at%2012-16-19%20Cry%20of%20the%20City%20(1948).png" width="220" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Cry of the City </b>opens with Marty apparently on his deathbed, surrounded by his extended family and full of bullets taken during the shootout in which he killed a cop, for which a walk to the electric chair is guaranteed should he survive the hospital. But just before he's wheeled into the OP room, he's visited by the lawyer W. A. Niles (the visually sleazy <a href="https://dev.foundagrave.com/grave/berry-kroeger/">Berry Kroeger</a> [16 Oct 1912 – 4 Jan 1991];<b>*</b> Niles, whose real client is currently facing execution for the robbery-murder of a rich old lady, attempts but fails to coerce the virtually comatose Marty into confessing to the crime.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Of <b>Gun Crazy</b> (1949 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xrML7tzWYU&pp=ygUZR3VuIENyYXp5IFsxOTQ5IC8gdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D&ab_channel=AlmiraMD">trailer</a>), <b>Chamber of Horrors</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZuKyuOJ-zk&pp=ygUiQ2hhbWJlciBvZiBIb3Jyb3JzIFsxOTY2IC8gdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>), <b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/06/nightmare-in-wax-usa-1969.html">Nightmare in Wax</a> </b>(1969),<b> The Wild Scene</b> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3Pe--tsJtM&ab_channel=SomethingWeirdDotCom">trailer</a>), <b>The Incredible 2-Headed Transplant</b> (1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0sxFj3pV9s&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>The Seven Minutes </b>(1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgAwARvPY48&ab_channel=RobW">trailer</a>, with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Edy Williams</a></b>) and more.</span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfPQe4_yL6M20Iu2gnX1W8beeN6KQkgafLj-kO_z4wECieZCsgQnlVGnULFiYf_9tE-Qgg4cMkSpXGuyJNfF2ODxs4OEg65rY4rUF2jSDLlihPqb7HAwPZzlsBFURqEbDqg7JsPrnvHcvjkfXgvza9lzY5jRhP8j_KGbkP7vd1E4JZ_eTNg_nHus0wA/s1280/11_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfPQe4_yL6M20Iu2gnX1W8beeN6KQkgafLj-kO_z4wECieZCsgQnlVGnULFiYf_9tE-Qgg4cMkSpXGuyJNfF2ODxs4OEg65rY4rUF2jSDLlihPqb7HAwPZzlsBFURqEbDqg7JsPrnvHcvjkfXgvza9lzY5jRhP8j_KGbkP7vd1E4JZ_eTNg_nHus0wA/s320/11_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">It is this robbery-murder of the old lady that proves to be the catalyst of the rest of the film. Marty may not have participated in that crime, but a ring that belonged to the woman is found in his possession, which thus suddenly makes him a viable suspect. And since the robbery-murder was committed by a man and a woman, suddenly the unknown woman who visited him on his not-quite deathbed, his underage gal Teena Riconti (Debra Paget<b>*</b>), becomes a sought woman: the police want to question her, and the corrupt lawyer wants her so as to force Rome to take the fall for his client.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Of <b>From the Earth to the Moon</b> (1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS4AT4mFvKE&ab_channel=VintageSciFi">trailer</a>), <b>Why Must I Die?</b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6OANwYAuac&ab_channel=JamesBanner">full film</a>), <b>Most Dangerous Man Alive</b> (1961 / "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4aaSGjhNKQ&ab_channel=WadeFerbmol">movie misogyny</a>"),<b> Tales of Terror</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y58nHVXTO1c&ab_channel=BehindTheScienceFiction">trailer</a>) and <b>The Haunted Palace</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIxey5Y0inY&pp=ygUiVGhlIEhhdW50ZWQgUGFsYWNlIFsxOTYzIC8gdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>).</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsPda4DLQblmF4C40_aB1z9w4iHXntemqq0L1RoZXrskxZJQoTbTu_VZVC6LlJS0MNFL6aoD835Ll0zJBs5nMbJ8n9QJz0qs_7UVwysfRKRdS8hRQwQsDOfS7-jHHK3Pfp5UI4FYP7DfO7U5bQz-_WHGHM3DqpBPPCeNy5AMzvBKoEv5fI0ZtEVMSDQ/s2060/8_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2060" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsPda4DLQblmF4C40_aB1z9w4iHXntemqq0L1RoZXrskxZJQoTbTu_VZVC6LlJS0MNFL6aoD835Ll0zJBs5nMbJ8n9QJz0qs_7UVwysfRKRdS8hRQwQsDOfS7-jHHK3Pfp5UI4FYP7DfO7U5bQz-_WHGHM3DqpBPPCeNy5AMzvBKoEv5fI0ZtEVMSDQ/s320/8_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Transferred to the prison's hospital ward, Rome does that which is so often oddly possible in movies: with the help of a sub-intelligent trustee named Orvy (the seldom credited character actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/79633883/walter-baldwin">Walter Baldwin</a> [2 Jan 1889 – 27 Jan 1977] of <b>The Devil Commands </b>[1941 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTYvSpW4ybE&ab_channel=TrailersIMDB">trailer</a>] and much, much more), Rome escapes despite his injuries. It is, admittedly, a nerve-racking interlude that is probably shorter than it tensely seems, but let's just put the technical aspects behind the jailbreak to easier, lazier times, and old locks.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwT-Wbx3ADfWuTcTyEkp26mvpq74_6Th_mIGJ08UCxHM8Xr_didV9UfTWNBG-w0MHaKmUNcCgy-rxmLy3XE8tIdyeQT-SYulNIWM48LAW5nwy69GI5Xr6obnXeoODea3IaNy99ieKpXncvPlD_rKnQXAnGIhHAqNT1u3RnmsdsZEQy538o91S_2E7gQ/s516/3_CryOfTheCity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="388" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwT-Wbx3ADfWuTcTyEkp26mvpq74_6Th_mIGJ08UCxHM8Xr_didV9UfTWNBG-w0MHaKmUNcCgy-rxmLy3XE8tIdyeQT-SYulNIWM48LAW5nwy69GI5Xr6obnXeoODea3IaNy99ieKpXncvPlD_rKnQXAnGIhHAqNT1u3RnmsdsZEQy538o91S_2E7gQ/s320/3_CryOfTheCity.jpg" width="241" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Now on the lam and himself searching for his girl, Rome, already a morally compromised figure, gets caught in a whirlpool of events that drag him deeper and deeper down towards damnation and tragedy, even as Lt. Candella and his partner Lt. Jim Collins (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6480244/fred-clark">Fred Clark</a> [19 Mar 1914 – 5 Dec 1968]<b>*</b>) remain dedicated to finding Teena (and Rome) first.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Of <b>The Unsuspected</b> (1947 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9AQNk5-W6E&pp=ygUgVGhlIFVuc3VzcGVjdGVkIFsxOTQ3IC8gdHJhaWxlcl0%3D&ab_channel=BrianF">trailer</a>), <b>Sunset Blvd</b> (1950 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dY0SVxnHjQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb</b> (1964 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8kpcRYzrPs&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>Dr Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine</b> (1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfTCgMWmwE4&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>) and more.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4T-VeD8vQMw9AliJf4ifSN5J_PjvhVbs9KegOSavGJKy9iBE4lwIadrIY4ZYZAs-P7Z23Gc5ymPeF_N1qqZX-uBww2UPQ-xogW7VLCVGrTQOrPdHiabguXjpoOJ0St7G1I-BX_rVtbOvApeQwsO1GzXAoKuvatC0qOsryDsPHah5AqjsTlmxLZs04BA/s465/6_Cry-of-the-City-1948-009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="465" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4T-VeD8vQMw9AliJf4ifSN5J_PjvhVbs9KegOSavGJKy9iBE4lwIadrIY4ZYZAs-P7Z23Gc5ymPeF_N1qqZX-uBww2UPQ-xogW7VLCVGrTQOrPdHiabguXjpoOJ0St7G1I-BX_rVtbOvApeQwsO1GzXAoKuvatC0qOsryDsPHah5AqjsTlmxLZs04BA/s320/6_Cry-of-the-City-1948-009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>For a man that continually relies on the help of friends and family, including his ex-girlfriend Brenda Martingale (a young, slim and attractive <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13021175/shelley-winters">Shelley Winters</a> [8 Aug 1920 – 14 Jan 2006] of way too many fun films, including <b>The Night of the Hunter </b>[1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8dX6ZKJe2o&ab_channel=criterioncollection">trailer</a>], <b>Bloody Mama</b> [1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ay3MMXXp-kM&ab_channel=JamesBanner">trailer</a>], <b>The Poseidon Adventure</b> [1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd03qev59Jo&ab_channel=SPARTEN2">trailer</a>] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/cleopatra-jones-usa-1973.html">Cleopatra Jones</a></b> [1973]), who sort suddenly drops into the film unannounced from nowhere, Rome himself only turns colder and harder as he desperately tries to find Teena and the financial means to escape the city. Unluckily for him, Lt. Candella is a tenacious, if not almost obsessive cop. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCFttmB_Y4Ado11JwzfUwQ2cUMc8leWpssyZmwadS4CCQpPntsJLigms5ZDL1lekoagFCniBxJnm9XfZez4fVeTaO0yweuY9cP6K52aYuzib8NbgCjsX2cmAd2F5grasp-nOkYduJN_DE7nHngI2XkwM66nSX9i1IQtHyzSeSE0l2Eqt-eQDjpFxZNQ/s700/5_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="494" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCFttmB_Y4Ado11JwzfUwQ2cUMc8leWpssyZmwadS4CCQpPntsJLigms5ZDL1lekoagFCniBxJnm9XfZez4fVeTaO0yweuY9cP6K52aYuzib8NbgCjsX2cmAd2F5grasp-nOkYduJN_DE7nHngI2XkwM66nSX9i1IQtHyzSeSE0l2Eqt-eQDjpFxZNQ/s320/5_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" width="226" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Most of the people Rome comes into contact with in <b>Cry of the City</b> are flawed characters, if not evil, and they, like the few good people of the movie, all get pulled down one way or another due to their interaction with him: the lawyer is corrupt and ends up dead; the lawyer's partner in crime, the masseuse Rose Given (an absolutely amazing <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6517150/hope-emerson">Hope Emerson</a><b>*</b> [29 Oct 1897 – 24 Apr 1960], looking somewhat like Jeffrey Tambor from <b>Transparent </b>[2014-17 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SocRFvihFdg&ab_channel=AmazonPrimeVideoUK%26IE">trailer</a>]), no better, but she at least survives the film; the cash-strapped doctor who sews Rome's wounds in the back seat of Brenda's car ends up facing jail time, as does Brenda; Marty's father loses his honored position in a local association; the lawyer's inquisitive secretary dies by a stray bullet<b>**</b> — and by the end of the movie, if Marty had his way he would drag down his younger brother Tony (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-lcU9g3irk">Tommy Cook</a> of <b>Panic in the Streets</b> [1950 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gk1r0TO-US8">trailer</a>], <b>High School Hellcats</b> [1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjnJQj0Xt8I">trailer</a> / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_q44_2jgZE">full movie</a>] and <b>Missile to the Moon</b> [1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uULRPmKw6FU">trailer</a> / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_ms-sqbyKQ">full movie</a>]), his whole family, and even Teena.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJc5lVhP3o1r4Ryc3DHczGI8RsgSuesxhcoCSqi15vg5E5ySMhRhx5g7ZMdn4dHxKyhY10y_YvGsDTrZ9S5XnqAIX_f4Y_RLvbHbXisQ3lDJV7-sD4HIHy533I-mXvuS0pbrqp9dBXQPS-hUDR3xJRflnKihW_tyE_LpTzUQFeMTNTzv2BM4ixDemm9w/s2176/9_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1587" data-original-width="2176" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJc5lVhP3o1r4Ryc3DHczGI8RsgSuesxhcoCSqi15vg5E5ySMhRhx5g7ZMdn4dHxKyhY10y_YvGsDTrZ9S5XnqAIX_f4Y_RLvbHbXisQ3lDJV7-sD4HIHy533I-mXvuS0pbrqp9dBXQPS-hUDR3xJRflnKihW_tyE_LpTzUQFeMTNTzv2BM4ixDemm9w/s320/9_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">The last woman of crime of similar threatening presence that we remember from the "classic" films of yore is Madame Barabbas (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7972553/alison-skipworth">Alison Skipworth</a> [25 Jul 1863 – 5 Jul 1950]) in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7719662/william-dieterle">William Dieterle</a>'s loose and extremely substandard adaptation of the novel <b>The Maltese Falcon</b>, <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/04/satan-met-lady-usa-1936.html">Satan Met a Lady</a> </b>(1936).</span><br /><b>**</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Pretty funny, actually: while struggling with Marty, Niles the Lawyer shoots wildly into the ceiling — and his secretary Vera (Joan Miller [18 Feb 1910 – 31 Aug 1988]), who's been listening through the door from the next room, is shot dead. No bullet hole in the wall, no shattered door glass — the bullet just magically hits her. A rather glaring continuity mistake that is so obvious that you can't miss it if you wanted to. Another WTF moment comes during the movie's resolution: the magic gun is simply left lying on a tenement doorstep as characters drive away...</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHACpi5M9JY9QULbrfj0BpWhgUQf0WZPRpbMUBOOay7Qfyxae-oFfWf4k-lrsxZukF0R1VGBs835RkRKHHjdHNv1L-1crpc_6NWLXP2mSNdmhL2o9cMCEgZRGKuNzM1mAQTDWfLHis3eb4lrbcy0YCaQVIRQfRMPr4w-7SyIyELgx80nVfMWHMIJ-hcA/s902/12_cry-of-the-city.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="902" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHACpi5M9JY9QULbrfj0BpWhgUQf0WZPRpbMUBOOay7Qfyxae-oFfWf4k-lrsxZukF0R1VGBs835RkRKHHjdHNv1L-1crpc_6NWLXP2mSNdmhL2o9cMCEgZRGKuNzM1mAQTDWfLHis3eb4lrbcy0YCaQVIRQfRMPr4w-7SyIyELgx80nVfMWHMIJ-hcA/s320/12_cry-of-the-city.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">For much of the movie, Marty is the more interesting and charismatic character, and as an anti-hero is definitely has the audience on his side for a large portion of the time, only losing audience identification as his growing desperation makes him harder, more narcissistic, more indifferent to everyone around him. By the final scene of him with his beloved Teena in a church, she looking like an innocent Madonna, one comes to dread who he might take down next — a dread that is hardly lessened by the inanely pedophile casting of the film: Debra Paget, in her credited feature film debut, is much too young for the man, who actually also refers to her as "just a girl" at one point. In real life, and looking it onscreen, she was fourteen to Conte's late-thirties. It is hard to believe that the <i>ick</i>-factor that raises its head in her scenes wasn't there when the film came out, but then, times were different. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLerLRlPXufevYE1dUFmvLO7VVy9pPFOW4wtXidb530F0-SiXMB2uj3nO0HqYjmDrISZKAn9ax1tBbLLzih8C_Gn8m0rv7BI7opT3sFE89WCO8lxOvTB-hfw3eG_I-sKh0xSgypFh4saIwN3ESRGAtsErzxm3itz3cBGbRndIf7OkMsxeW-dBbRO5DWA/s731/Screenshot%202024-01-27%20at%2012-16-56%20Cry%20of%20the%20City%20(1948).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="731" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLerLRlPXufevYE1dUFmvLO7VVy9pPFOW4wtXidb530F0-SiXMB2uj3nO0HqYjmDrISZKAn9ax1tBbLLzih8C_Gn8m0rv7BI7opT3sFE89WCO8lxOvTB-hfw3eG_I-sKh0xSgypFh4saIwN3ESRGAtsErzxm3itz3cBGbRndIf7OkMsxeW-dBbRO5DWA/s320/Screenshot%202024-01-27%20at%2012-16-56%20Cry%20of%20the%20City%20(1948).png" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Beautifully filmed and tightly scripted, <b>Cry of the City</b> quickly grabs onto the viewer and doesn't let go until the final frames. The movie has no flab, and the twists are not always expected. The acting varies from excellent (Conte and most secondary characters) to uneven (Mature and Pagent), and but for the expedient (if tensely staged) breakout and magic bullet, the events on screen remain firmly grounded in reality. The city of the film is a cruel one, one in which looking out for number one is the main rule and all that which is decent — family, love, friendship — has barely a chance to survive or remain uncorrupted. For that, notwithstanding the overriding corruption of the city and the tragic ending, a ray of hope remains: Marty's younger brother, despite his desire to live up to his brother's expectations, proves to have a bit more moral fiber than his beloved brother. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7ZBoG_GOrgRAEyIA5VFKlO9hhO_Fb-5AhMB0J4lS3hnPr-LDDuolvUDMKlOX7Ri-1w3IUNSB7mkjGjuJEnEFfmEHOD0Kbw7KlUBVElZfxTA3Lr-67ERBEfxgoMdyxiBrReCq2nmRsmETaesDhv07ceAFrtTTuMHQK_MRqzZP7vEWesW2JbY7i2h7cA/s433/4_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="433" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7ZBoG_GOrgRAEyIA5VFKlO9hhO_Fb-5AhMB0J4lS3hnPr-LDDuolvUDMKlOX7Ri-1w3IUNSB7mkjGjuJEnEFfmEHOD0Kbw7KlUBVElZfxTA3Lr-67ERBEfxgoMdyxiBrReCq2nmRsmETaesDhv07ceAFrtTTuMHQK_MRqzZP7vEWesW2JbY7i2h7cA/s320/4_CryoftheCityLobby.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The novel <b>The Chair for Martin Rome</b> was also the basis of a later French movie, so in theory <b>Cry of the City</b> was eventually remade in 1971 as the somewhat obscure <b>One Way Ticket </b>a.k.a. <b>Un aller simple</b>. <br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FmJtLZgUfnX9ha1zkaF_cipHs4yrgtbCFblUwnyTuGRzqv-3VXoBrvmyDU9raEIVsAgjilqTbJ5ByJFVNugectffQCAX0Ycl0uhbiXKLfsH2xzT6nSQ4ZtDsm7bQEB1jPWtjluMW7rbAPuHR9eX6_nWBzKhooGC58BQoo9iQ49wnTCXK-FN-EBCUng/s1200/13.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="857" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FmJtLZgUfnX9ha1zkaF_cipHs4yrgtbCFblUwnyTuGRzqv-3VXoBrvmyDU9raEIVsAgjilqTbJ5ByJFVNugectffQCAX0Ycl0uhbiXKLfsH2xzT6nSQ4ZtDsm7bQEB1jPWtjluMW7rbAPuHR9eX6_nWBzKhooGC58BQoo9iQ49wnTCXK-FN-EBCUng/s320/13.webp" width="229" /></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">German Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>One Way Ticket</i> a.k.a. <i>Un aller simple</i>: </span></b><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-MR4MEsE5p8" width="320" youtube-src-id="-MR4MEsE5p8"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier;"></span> </div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-81318398854183672202024-01-23T10:06:00.002+01:002024-02-27T10:38:44.878+01:00B.o.Y.: The Women of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Part XVII – Edy Williams, Pt. II (1968-82) <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61VX190DzeV6h7niJD3nEYZN6MhNu48rG3L9p0_fLP_84wBKuKlBvQvonP7_yssxY_zBuPPL51tqdwSkkHL3AefVZC_eDN2mV2TAsclRfzRfVPEk1-VD6MREzohRCIJTTJclsuNDFZ5hYcFy9x03Q16v2E5SlnBMdt4SsetbGpFqrXVeZkp8jriq3ZQ/s537/Screenshot%202024-01-08%20at%2012-37-24%20Beyond%20The%20Valley%20Of%20The%20Dolls%20Most%20Up-to-Date%20Encyclopedia%20News%20&%20Reviews.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="344" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61VX190DzeV6h7niJD3nEYZN6MhNu48rG3L9p0_fLP_84wBKuKlBvQvonP7_yssxY_zBuPPL51tqdwSkkHL3AefVZC_eDN2mV2TAsclRfzRfVPEk1-VD6MREzohRCIJTTJclsuNDFZ5hYcFy9x03Q16v2E5SlnBMdt4SsetbGpFqrXVeZkp8jriq3ZQ/s320/Screenshot%202024-01-08%20at%2012-37-24%20Beyond%20The%20Valley%20Of%20The%20Dolls%20Most%20Up-to-Date%20Encyclopedia%20News%20&%20Reviews.png" width="205" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>Using unknowns you avoid highly exaggerated salaries and prima donnas</i>."</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In case you didn't already know: <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, Russ Meyer's baroque 1967 masterpiece, one of only two movies he ever made for a major Hollywood studio (in this case, Fox), is without a doubt one of the Babest movies ever made. While we have yet to review it here at<i> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> (if we did, we would foam at the mouth in raging rave), we have looked at it before, many times, beginning back in 2011, in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-charles-napier.html">Charles Napier</a></b> (12 Apr 1936 – 5 Oct 2011), and again in 2013 in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review for the Great <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b> (24 Jan 1946 – 10 Aug 2013) — both appear in the film. (Since then, again in virtually every <b>BVD</b>-babe blog entry listed below.) <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>This is not a sequel. There has never been anything like it!</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Advertisement tagline</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4uDscR3kLn2455auXbEEqsb5dB3ZG2UllEHkxAt9ZL2oUBh2xIR-dKbwp_rLwgj2kGL4F3u6-ydwgpwk5ecpX43s0ILyujqPXOClIOfvCMMHNIwQhUDonF4zSDm8FKvs0RTKWpj3Nst3ekXRjTfwYBW8zZgOVYdMjMPzus_L9MFbSdOerr3TjAWblw/s400/0_beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="400" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4uDscR3kLn2455auXbEEqsb5dB3ZG2UllEHkxAt9ZL2oUBh2xIR-dKbwp_rLwgj2kGL4F3u6-ydwgpwk5ecpX43s0ILyujqPXOClIOfvCMMHNIwQhUDonF4zSDm8FKvs0RTKWpj3Nst3ekXRjTfwYBW8zZgOVYdMjMPzus_L9MFbSdOerr3TjAWblw/s320/0_beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b>'s entry, we were wrote, among other things, the following: "Originally intended as a sequel to the 1967 movie version of Jacqueline Susann's novel <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-TXJMKVa_g">trailer</a>), Meyer and co-screenwriter Roger Ebert instead made a Pop Art exploitation satire of the conventions of the modern Hollywood melodrama, written in sarcasm but played straight, complete with a 'moralistic' ending that owes its inspiration to the Manson-inspired murder of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1019/sharon-tate">Sharon Tate</a> and her guests on August 9, 1969. Aside from the movie's absolutely insane plot, the cinematography is also noteworthy — as are the figures of the pneumatic babes that populate the entire movie. For legal reasons, the film starts with the following disclaimer: 'The film you are about to see in not a sequel to <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>. It is wholly original and bears no relationship to real persons, living or dead. It does, like <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>, deal with the oft-times nightmare world of show business but in a different time and context.' [...]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>Any movie that <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6543563/jacqueline-susann" target="_blank">Jacqueline Susann</a> thinks would damage her reputation as a writer cannot be all bad</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/114237586/vincent-canby">Vincent Canby</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Russ Meyer films are always populated by amazing <strike>breasts</strike> sights, but the cups of <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> literally overflow in an excess of pulchritude that (even if somewhat more demurely covered than in most of his films) lights the fires of any person attracted to women of the curvaceous kind that preceded today's sculptured plasticity. The film is simply Babe Galore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And so we continue our look at the <strike>flesh</strike> film careers of the <strike>breasts</strike> women of the Babest Film of All Times, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>. The size of the women's <strike>breasts</strike> roles is of lesser importance than the simple fact that the <strike>love pillows</strike> women are known to be in the film somewhere, and to date we have taken a more or less monthly look at the <strike>cleavage</strike> known unknowns and mildly knowns in the background and the headlining semi-knowns in the front for over a year's worth of blog entries — with more <strike>breasts</strike> babes to come. Our entries focus on their <strike>nipples</strike> careers in film, if in a meandering manner, and we have slightly more than another half-year to go before we're finished drooling with the project.<b>*</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">One set of love pillows Babe we don't look is she who is an American National Treasure: the Great Pam Grier. Though she had her film debut in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> unseen somewhere in the background of the opening party scene and therefore should be included, we feel that a Wonderment of her caliber deserves an entry all of her own — a Sisyphean task we might one day undertake. That's her below on the set of <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, standing next to Cissy Colpotts (See <b>Pt. <a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">XI</a></b> & <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">XII</a></b>).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>So far, we have looked at the <strike>T&A</strike> careers of the following:</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part I: The Non-babe of Note — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html">Princess Livingston</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part II: Background Babe — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/07/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Jacqulin Cole</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part III: Background Babe — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Bebe Louie</b></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part IV: Background Babe — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Trina Parks</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part V: Background Babe — <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/10/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Lavelle Roby, Pt. I (1968-76)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VI: Background Babe — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/11/boy-background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html">Lavelle Roby. Pt. II (1979-2021)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VII: Killer Babe — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Samantha Scott</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VIII: Background Bab<i>e</i> — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Karen Smith</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part IX: Background Babes<i> </i>— <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">The Five Mysterians</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part X: Background Babe<i> </i>— <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Gina Dair</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XI: Background Babe<i> </i>— <b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. I (1970-80)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XII: Background Babe— <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. II (1981-88)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XIII: <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis, Pt. I (1966-73)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XIV: <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/boy-babes-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html?zx=8de14ec5ccb455f8">Phyllis Davis, Pt. II (1975-2013)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XV: </span><span style="font-family: courier;">Background Babe</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/11/background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html">Veronica Ericson</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XVI: </span><span style="font-family: courier;"></span><span style="font-family: courier;">Background Babe</span><span style="font-family: courier;"></span><span style="font-family: courier;"> — <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Edy Williams, Pt. I (1963-67)</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOs_3FsBjRqhS6Titd5GhB93ehncyYrEdfW7-9kUlLdc644x9ZBFwQgz9yki7E8Au667h8Y54eBffSs4kMu_i8yUk5m9Xwr9qUWs1HsPv_lnPpcdt9RLgsD5igOHsD2KxpAW8ZNB3ld4dzY2UcSY15yrL8q7GN-PKVfofWBgskUz3reTjiiOEKHRuig/s605/0_edy_does_it_01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="433" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOs_3FsBjRqhS6Titd5GhB93ehncyYrEdfW7-9kUlLdc644x9ZBFwQgz9yki7E8Au667h8Y54eBffSs4kMu_i8yUk5m9Xwr9qUWs1HsPv_lnPpcdt9RLgsD5igOHsD2KxpAW8ZNB3ld4dzY2UcSY15yrL8q7GN-PKVfofWBgskUz3reTjiiOEKHRuig/s320/0_edy_does_it_01.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>And now, we continue our a look at Edy Williams, the only woman in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </b>that can claim to have been married to the movie's director (from 27 June 1970 – 7 Nov 1975). Edwina Beth Williams was born 9 July 1942 in Salt Lake City, Utah, but grew up in Oregon and Southern California. A model and beauty contest winner, she eventually signed a multi-year contract with 20th Century Fox and began appearing regularly in movies and television, if mostly as background filler. Her first true role of note is probably her breathy interpretation of Hatrack in <b>The Naked Kiss</b> (1964, see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Part I</a></b>). Breathy sexiness became the id that became and remained her trademark, which is perhaps why she remains best known (outside of cult film circles) as the eternal starlet forever displaying her talents at the Cannes Film Festival. During the sixties, her career trajectory slowly worked its way upwards, achieving its highpoint with her double whammy of Meyer's hit <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> (1970) and his subsequent flop <b>The Seven Minutes</b> (1971). Thereafter, her parts got smaller or more obscure or cult-oriented. Since 1990, she has pretty much disappeared from the dimming limelight if not from public. Today, one could well ask "Whatever happened to Edy Williams?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Secret Life of an American Wife</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1968, dir. & writ. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7608286/george-axelrod">George Axelrod</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5BTkiLQw0XMcUbx0RNZupv9uBweMLLheEGVuTPpmrTSAbraXzgUiA_-PobiS6cBkGrRkzoC2k1YazSh0JXakH2E1A2xsXvF5LLbD5wcrjnsODpPCmk3sdkEkvGb75daf1EqOozREU0n0hvxyKUJXNOosWaWO7lJr6o-JBGUUw_XU31ljUkYWlbL6dg/s480/1_SecretLife_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5BTkiLQw0XMcUbx0RNZupv9uBweMLLheEGVuTPpmrTSAbraXzgUiA_-PobiS6cBkGrRkzoC2k1YazSh0JXakH2E1A2xsXvF5LLbD5wcrjnsODpPCmk3sdkEkvGb75daf1EqOozREU0n0hvxyKUJXNOosWaWO7lJr6o-JBGUUw_XU31ljUkYWlbL6dg/s320/1_SecretLife_1.jpg" width="213" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Edy Williams finally makes it onto the posters — not just as the main image, but even with her name (if in smaller print and relegated to a lower corner). She also went blonde for this movie. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguylrcYX65PECN6V2KtVJcgDVuW8iFARFdvrGFulehdzC20jhng1xfIGTHoF_yV-1JB42dzywhj4WtoWeA7DKzXOUJpJOSvuK3dNEJhKAp-HXv7pdUXHh9pjpzStOK4Kb4DQKKv0Dffu_LNpQfwvgfumHTQup7OLb5s-vXPoZvY9YnGfdDpFcKj4JbCQ/s866/1_the-secret-life-of-an-american-wife-photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="739" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguylrcYX65PECN6V2KtVJcgDVuW8iFARFdvrGFulehdzC20jhng1xfIGTHoF_yV-1JB42dzywhj4WtoWeA7DKzXOUJpJOSvuK3dNEJhKAp-HXv7pdUXHh9pjpzStOK4Kb4DQKKv0Dffu_LNpQfwvgfumHTQup7OLb5s-vXPoZvY9YnGfdDpFcKj4JbCQ/s320/1_the-secret-life-of-an-american-wife-photo.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Secret Life of an American Wife</b> is the second and last directorial project of George Axelrod, his first being the cult fave <b>Lord Love A Duck</b> (1966 — see: <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Phyllis Davis, Pt I</b></a>). Like that film, <b>Secret Life</b> was a box-office bomb and aims its humor at topics that were possibly once considered shocking in suburban USA.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUHdKQaehYJ6lp8uJ_TC2AfGRiBBiBxL-kOnf7ABvjsaj8WFcpx8pkEFdQ7Z3MPtiBSgyH4HuOfHO71c2R_dkYhR3pCBHUl_xs-UnimJHzluTPlFMIrBU3riI7UyfSEjNawpXRj-B39hxRnjVLjLYAhvYmLSgKVMEmidx52gAvSPwuYrll2mwOPS-OA/s346/1_SecretLife_140.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUHdKQaehYJ6lp8uJ_TC2AfGRiBBiBxL-kOnf7ABvjsaj8WFcpx8pkEFdQ7Z3MPtiBSgyH4HuOfHO71c2R_dkYhR3pCBHUl_xs-UnimJHzluTPlFMIrBU3riI7UyfSEjNawpXRj-B39hxRnjVLjLYAhvYmLSgKVMEmidx52gAvSPwuYrll2mwOPS-OA/s320/1_SecretLife_140.jpg" width="185" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="http://content.time.com/time/subscriber/article/0,33009,941629,00.html">Time</a></i>, which once upon a time actually reflected the opinions of the conservative suburbia but now seems like a beacon of progressive intelligence in a nation slipping into "one-party democracy", said: <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OplzkISvGQMHHQjkfFWTZ8Pskm9EOX6D8XpQCTpU7SNzTpdCkAmCfopcLJs5YtqiGp4x8KgOpZh2M9dGmjp09Nl-DpNSYcarYqcJAEtgXQYG_0TBt2sXyVQhxyd-DsnXMjMeajCTQr-gS0LV0Y-aGiILW6njnZGMZ2HBYJpp8nVCABHSJqeZVhb-EQ/s2443/1_SecretLife_1V.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2443" data-original-width="934" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OplzkISvGQMHHQjkfFWTZ8Pskm9EOX6D8XpQCTpU7SNzTpdCkAmCfopcLJs5YtqiGp4x8KgOpZh2M9dGmjp09Nl-DpNSYcarYqcJAEtgXQYG_0TBt2sXyVQhxyd-DsnXMjMeajCTQr-gS0LV0Y-aGiILW6njnZGMZ2HBYJpp8nVCABHSJqeZVhb-EQ/s320/1_SecretLife_1V.jpg" width="122" /></a></div>"[...] The picture is witless and pointless. Worse, it is also sexless. In the title role of a bored suburban housewife, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/207255113/anne-jane-jackson">Anne Jackson</a> prattles endlessly to the camera about love and commuting, but never manages to make a connection with the audience or her fellow players. As an oversated [<i>sic</i>] movie-star seducer, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10234/walter-matthau">Walter Matthau</a> — unglamorous, unamorous and unfunny — galumphs around with his shirt off, revealing a physique as saggy as the script."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZORVXLmulIR76Tcs59zlLHjO4iEUzquGqrntwnZhNXmCQkgOHvzXH1ITz_NMaYSbq56yqDV8V5RtHYBhJA0WY2LqZ9tFZE69p0dQf_D06y68naKvNZy2LU-ZTAKR7esD8OVYIshUMMFskos3lREULZ_a7Cvkb3Te8wR7rnr0erVhh0uEDM2rwi-e5ZQ/s2860/1_SecretLife_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2132" data-original-width="2860" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZORVXLmulIR76Tcs59zlLHjO4iEUzquGqrntwnZhNXmCQkgOHvzXH1ITz_NMaYSbq56yqDV8V5RtHYBhJA0WY2LqZ9tFZE69p0dQf_D06y68naKvNZy2LU-ZTAKR7esD8OVYIshUMMFskos3lREULZ_a7Cvkb3Te8wR7rnr0erVhh0uEDM2rwi-e5ZQ/s320/1_SecretLife_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Secret Life of an American Wife</b> is "a lightweight sitcom-styled comedy that has a 34-year-old married Connecticut suburban housewife Victoria Layton (Anne Jackson) questions her sexual desirability. She's the wife of public-relations man Tom Layton (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6607703/patrick-o%27neal">Patrick O'Neal</a> of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/silent-night-bloody-night-usa-197072.html">Silent Night, Bloody Night</a> </b>[1972]), whose biggest client is the renown virile movie star played deliciously by Walter Matthau. Hubby's agency secures top-line $100 an hour call girls for his aging star-client, Matthau. When Jackson finds this out, she manages to pass herself off as a call girl sent to Matthau's hotel suite as she anxiously tries to prove to herself that she has sex appeal. Matthau turns out to be a dour neurotic, with sinus trouble. [<i><a href="https://dennisschwartzreviews.com/secretlifeofanamericanwife/">Dennis Schwartz</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtLEdBqeJ2GaPm-APw9_xtIp4MOBsfpPdXhB-t8Yzb4rsOfOQeESUeqZOCOlw3EFigApcsH8Xzg4gOWWoyWrEWe5SGt0S7bNM2Sa5j9OpypHjj7MKOsuTO2ZOBkNACYVbMdVWF6K-CkOZntbxGAy0nb-CDqknmtF_b4XJZN_9Jvlpnoo84yA5U6h_Qg/s894/1_Secret_QL80_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="894" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtLEdBqeJ2GaPm-APw9_xtIp4MOBsfpPdXhB-t8Yzb4rsOfOQeESUeqZOCOlw3EFigApcsH8Xzg4gOWWoyWrEWe5SGt0S7bNM2Sa5j9OpypHjj7MKOsuTO2ZOBkNACYVbMdVWF6K-CkOZntbxGAy0nb-CDqknmtF_b4XJZN_9Jvlpnoo84yA5U6h_Qg/s320/1_Secret_QL80_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Whenever George Axelrod writes a screenplay, it somehow looks as though it were a play that he couldn't get produced so he adapted it for film. Such is the case again here. [...] It's an immoral story but made somewhat palatable by Anne Jackson's plight and her desire to be desirable. Edy Williams, the one-time wife of Russ Meyer, plays the sexy girl who walks in and out of the fantasies of Jackson as she relates her problems directly to the camera in a very stagy fashion. The same subject matter is handled better and with more taste in <b>Belle De Jour </b>(1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gC1lO7lqMuw&ab_channel=StudiocanalUK">trailer</a>), with Catherine Deneuve starring as a married woman who spends her afternoons working in a brothel. A good idea that goes somewhat awry because the author-producer-director couldn't make up his mind if he was doing a French farce or a British satire. [<i><a href="https://www.tvguide.com/movies/the-secret-life-of-an-american-wife/review/2000094351/">TV Guide</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dDAeTAbu_ua98AEyPlEIh5UNv70rNKwC2UgQDWT_PDu8ygqp5outO9wvLc4P2Ji7YZIwqw2zJGS4H5ieEr47ezxxE2GsoHKvNWU0MMjquc_WIpcjU2W64YFeTA9l_htgpKhadzoVYIIdHN64qXaibo-84tlHVmShER3SGsokeavYuXplfZ_ryC4RMg/s390/1_SecretLife_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="255" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dDAeTAbu_ua98AEyPlEIh5UNv70rNKwC2UgQDWT_PDu8ygqp5outO9wvLc4P2Ji7YZIwqw2zJGS4H5ieEr47ezxxE2GsoHKvNWU0MMjquc_WIpcjU2W64YFeTA9l_htgpKhadzoVYIIdHN64qXaibo-84tlHVmShER3SGsokeavYuXplfZ_ryC4RMg/s320/1_SecretLife_2.JPG" width="209" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Where It's At</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1969, writ. & dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6001435/garson-kanin">Garson Kanin</a>)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ptPzvM3mdm64u1D0IdB764nikGFdyhur3tVszLQPOwCxRTTXxeFDNCkSalbihx2yhaeDNez3ddwknuwtnOV18xWBIkKbl6S6nup8fQ3hXAaQu650GCnO1N4peJUwICO6V3UkvAeMD2mfpKy0kIfdNNuYyyg-KW35JjgX9gs0H_ECZIWJ5ckQKxNJBg/s567/2_d5c3f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="386" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ptPzvM3mdm64u1D0IdB764nikGFdyhur3tVszLQPOwCxRTTXxeFDNCkSalbihx2yhaeDNez3ddwknuwtnOV18xWBIkKbl6S6nup8fQ3hXAaQu650GCnO1N4peJUwICO6V3UkvAeMD2mfpKy0kIfdNNuYyyg-KW35JjgX9gs0H_ECZIWJ5ckQKxNJBg/s320/2_d5c3f.jpg" width="218" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A dramedy, one of two "contemporary" flicks directed by <a href="https://garsonkanin.com/">Garson Kanin</a> (24 Nov 1912 – 13 Mar 1999) in 1969, the other being the forgotten Dick van Dyke comedy, <b>Some Kind of Nut</b>; neither movie is that good, but in both the great, pure late-sixties look and faux-hip vibe does have its appeal. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi573HntrCNk-xlB5S9wI-3Toh2d6T_xWkDw15fxD3PPEWbTA8bRl0gH17OE6ZjX8yU9SWM3Hu8O03NmF8JeeyM-7RzUL3JL_bTYtcc_G9UuswggRQ90NsoNZzsvF9OPIM7Ejx3gqbn6v5BlBYj6925MgwLQvNpX9BMG912SR9msy24jWYwUvrQOaOaWw/s511/2_Where%20It's%20At%20(1969).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="392" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi573HntrCNk-xlB5S9wI-3Toh2d6T_xWkDw15fxD3PPEWbTA8bRl0gH17OE6ZjX8yU9SWM3Hu8O03NmF8JeeyM-7RzUL3JL_bTYtcc_G9UuswggRQ90NsoNZzsvF9OPIM7Ejx3gqbn6v5BlBYj6925MgwLQvNpX9BMG912SR9msy24jWYwUvrQOaOaWw/s320/2_Where%20It's%20At%20(1969).png" width="245" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Where It's At</b> is also noteworthy, perhaps, as being the feature film debut of Brenda Vaccaro (of <b>The House by the Lake</b> [1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16laimgsR1I&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>]).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-aQQiY1GqhqdXf3cX3hAUYP-QCp_TqMYV7RJOGb-Gw1Iz2D18G5mT0h91e_PrRMMYRs8yj15mM6RQVwF0aP694n60isjA7Qxr_GnfqsjNLfPiw01d60NkpwXVY_sbHxQZd2hsZ3N_7cg97rxaQTAMrk3WpWLHW_RkYGvU6PSkn_6Hx60Kl0Q8dDULSQ/s1823/2_where-its-at-kw.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1823" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-aQQiY1GqhqdXf3cX3hAUYP-QCp_TqMYV7RJOGb-Gw1Iz2D18G5mT0h91e_PrRMMYRs8yj15mM6RQVwF0aP694n60isjA7Qxr_GnfqsjNLfPiw01d60NkpwXVY_sbHxQZd2hsZ3N_7cg97rxaQTAMrk3WpWLHW_RkYGvU6PSkn_6Hx60Kl0Q8dDULSQ/s320/2_where-its-at-kw.webp" width="211" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Where It's At</i> —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>the full movie:</b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6nefbGxgVMM" width="320" youtube-src-id="6nefbGxgVMM"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At <i><a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/where-its-at-v116615">All Movie</a></i>, Dan Pavlides has the plot: "A.C. Smith (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1672/david-janssen">David Janssen</a> [27 Mar 1931 – 13 Feb 1980] of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/07/moon-of-wolf-usa-1972.html">Moon of the Wolf</a> </b>[1972]) is a Las Vegas casino operator whose son visits during his summer vacation from Princeton. His son Andy (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/107356156/robert-drivas">Robert Drivas</a>) would rather go to Europe, but daddy dearest wants him to learn the ropes of the gambling business. Pappy approves of and pays for a showgirl to teach his son an extracurricular lesson in erotica. Molly (Brenda Vaccaro) is A.C.'s worldly secretary who watches the office, and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/178150969/don-rickles" target="_blank">Don Rickles</a> has a small role as a crooked blackjack dealer who is caught with his fingers in the pie. Andy catches on quickly and acquires two-thirds of the controlling interest in the casino. He'll have the best story about how he spent his summer vacation when he returns (if he does) to the hallowed halls of Princeton and Ivy League living."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVe59PUYisnGnGhjlxST57K4-nWN5bn7R63IR5O4_WLyhou69wOH-4XSlGGqn-U5CeSeCLapp5yjJ_OZ8iOlBkwPHwd9kzN3rQVkRG9nERWlK98aEqzhtXc3c1ze8uu0QWahIpIFIareaKnSCLYzYG9550JBsQOwDoiZi1IzZmc4Al5IYBTXMN6V2Xw/s755/2_where_its_at.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVe59PUYisnGnGhjlxST57K4-nWN5bn7R63IR5O4_WLyhou69wOH-4XSlGGqn-U5CeSeCLapp5yjJ_OZ8iOlBkwPHwd9kzN3rQVkRG9nERWlK98aEqzhtXc3c1ze8uu0QWahIpIFIareaKnSCLYzYG9550JBsQOwDoiZi1IzZmc4Al5IYBTXMN6V2Xw/s320/2_where_its_at.jpg" width="211" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">For everything you want to know about the movie, may we suggest <i><a href="https://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/10/baby-this-is-where-its-at.html">Poseidon's Underworld</a></i>? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZ8SRoNvFJ6AJkxk3jHKxAvoAmu1VONdbBdzrUpq9xcvyHATWw7Fb9Mv9idH7o-yN0Wzyk7H1ydieONBqUUuTCRRC5c8zZNG9_E4Ocb8Hz9YkceaMa740XOR8iOkTb8oMqP4snKpdKt6ivrA_ldFZhmWXBp_2EGXbJXVRXG5sW2rlfYldGkPkN53UXg/s1453/2_Wh09.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="1453" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZ8SRoNvFJ6AJkxk3jHKxAvoAmu1VONdbBdzrUpq9xcvyHATWw7Fb9Mv9idH7o-yN0Wzyk7H1ydieONBqUUuTCRRC5c8zZNG9_E4Ocb8Hz9YkceaMa740XOR8iOkTb8oMqP4snKpdKt6ivrA_ldFZhmWXBp_2EGXbJXVRXG5sW2rlfYldGkPkN53UXg/s320/2_Wh09.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Pappy and son (seen above) were only separated in age by a bit more than seven years in real life. Edy Williams, seen on the poster above at the lower right, plays an evening's entertainment, the "voluptuous chorus girl named Phyllis Horrigan", whom Pappy Andy sends up "to teach his son an extracurricular lesson in erotica" when Pappy begins to fear that his son might be, well, a bit gay.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFCknTfEOjrhGeQ1kRF2yFgkPSoXzp2ED56QpMu2pFGRB5Ve_kgIK6VLz5ZRHwr-4AokIjTdAR0tQYPmUZ7Oi2oEx5csFCaY60PUP0ro6k6listLh8AVE3SiNOdIHYUzd-G4XX7_cTgt-V_q6cPBeVZHRQEEafLlXcqMbFn5UQ9zAtEYpM0zZnneA0w/s466/2_Wh04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="466" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFCknTfEOjrhGeQ1kRF2yFgkPSoXzp2ED56QpMu2pFGRB5Ve_kgIK6VLz5ZRHwr-4AokIjTdAR0tQYPmUZ7Oi2oEx5csFCaY60PUP0ro6k6listLh8AVE3SiNOdIHYUzd-G4XX7_cTgt-V_q6cPBeVZHRQEEafLlXcqMbFn5UQ9zAtEYpM0zZnneA0w/s320/2_Wh04.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The last bit is almost retrospectively ironic, since in real life the handsome <a href="https://yourdailyqueer.tumblr.com/post/662781995548655616/robert-drivas-robert-choromokos-deceased">Robert Drivas</a> was very much passing as straight for his career; unluckily, he died of AIDS-related illnesses at the age of 50 on 29 June 1986.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDfZ-ohpeC-bcjvC5nnujP1sziYw_DP1rEOajlgZjESYPojiUOsidOKBI2FV97_KifUotvjrUa-kWHzXBKp7uNorPJ5VTWb85tAHKAa2BDs_PHpVqFCGxK08bjW726POhBmI3rbW0lNB5wfTZPjllnAqsIqaTwXBwXgyyh7oL321P3QK-zPWp-4FKUA/s540/2_tumblr_ass.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="540" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDfZ-ohpeC-bcjvC5nnujP1sziYw_DP1rEOajlgZjESYPojiUOsidOKBI2FV97_KifUotvjrUa-kWHzXBKp7uNorPJ5VTWb85tAHKAa2BDs_PHpVqFCGxK08bjW726POhBmI3rbW0lNB5wfTZPjllnAqsIqaTwXBwXgyyh7oL321P3QK-zPWp-4FKUA/s320/2_tumblr_ass.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Among Drivas's better movies: the classic <b>God Told Me To</b> (1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apaaYpyVObw&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a> — see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/06/richard-hugh-lynch-february-12-1936.html">Richard Lynch</a></b>) and <b>The Illustrated Man </b>(1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9uDkTHj6k0&ab_channel=robatsea2009">trailer</a>), the latter being whence the image above of Drivas from behind comes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakVl2A_8VU3YU5RppDepSEK-S9cJnB6_GWYLEbZV6hFDKZRkQIZe0idPHtyJBvoW-DgsjHFJsXleu9-r3VwJnBJP62ITsVwnyyzMvC1CEFlEdTLWad6yQa3BqXNI-GxJZdIYuWKsVEkzPDVQ4RW81SyQSMkiw6_ykVid5x3peNYy4o9oLcPYf2oa7Ww/s783/2__1969-12-04.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="509" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakVl2A_8VU3YU5RppDepSEK-S9cJnB6_GWYLEbZV6hFDKZRkQIZe0idPHtyJBvoW-DgsjHFJsXleu9-r3VwJnBJP62ITsVwnyyzMvC1CEFlEdTLWad6yQa3BqXNI-GxJZdIYuWKsVEkzPDVQ4RW81SyQSMkiw6_ykVid5x3peNYy4o9oLcPYf2oa7Ww/s320/2__1969-12-04.webp" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At the world famous Dragon Theatre, for whatever reason <b>The Illustrated Man</b>, a Hollywood film, got paired with <a href="https://d2rights.blogspot.com/2013/10/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-16-for-love.html">Donald A Davis</a>'s true-blue exploitation flick <b>The Muthers </b>(1968), starring <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Marsha_Jordan">Marsha Jordan</a> and early <i>Playboy </i>Playmate <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Virginia_Gordon">Virginia Gordon</a>, which we looked at briefly long ago in <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/07/rip-harry-h-novak-part-v-1968.html"><b>Harry Novak Pt. V</b></a> — a fact we mention as an excuse to once again embed the following old clip of a pneumatic Marsha lounging around...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Marsha Jordon lounging...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKWvIhjkPLAiBdJMRLxXH84f98TRgO5azpCE9uo3NdzWOHYgCgT-HqT1xnTKNaWmve8ZXeGzLXFKhdQsgi1w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"The film does have a bit of an interesting twist towards the end where the son decides to turn the tables on his father and takes advantage of one of his father's shady deals by purchasing the casino from under him and then throwing the old man out on the street. This of course shocks the father and forces him to reevaluate his values as well as what he has taught his son. This might have been more intriguing had the exact same theme not been done so much better in [...] Harry Chapin's classic song<i> Cat's in the Cradle</i>. [<a href="https://scopophiliamovieblog.com/2011/12/22/where-its-at-1969/"><i>Sopophilia</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCHkA_d36pETxJumfp51IT6T_8XHQ9balHKpd_yKIsA6tlVBhnqzoXxcLcDffg7nw51EoTdImNWTcYhSN-QquM-7xCaXdl4-ekK3esa_pnFSwpZcUMMf6ujSLLNEHxyazzGhTPuX8aTPhOFwAvAAWUg8Kl-H9mZ-Y7e7_0B46ljtxlRAGiz0sk1BriA/s868/2_Wh08.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="868" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCHkA_d36pETxJumfp51IT6T_8XHQ9balHKpd_yKIsA6tlVBhnqzoXxcLcDffg7nw51EoTdImNWTcYhSN-QquM-7xCaXdl4-ekK3esa_pnFSwpZcUMMf6ujSLLNEHxyazzGhTPuX8aTPhOFwAvAAWUg8Kl-H9mZ-Y7e7_0B46ljtxlRAGiz0sk1BriA/s320/2_Wh08.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Harry Chapin's</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Cat's in the Cradle</i>:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jmhoOp2fUzg" width="320" youtube-src-id="jmhoOp2fUzg"></iframe></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All Girl Crew</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1969, dir. Richard L. Bare)</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__ERStirWQglHtTMdHDDNC-FprZArloPn3N_is-DvqROVdNPrpo_0dptjdbS-7eZ4p3UtoBOsDNsAHVCo_hBw7K7SpvtADgk4JR2lUaoIXR9RGC9KxjTr99TFOIgqKBceWpVnCl3K9ftboxt3V4r8g6K9d8paiTpJEmAoBQR6m1a940GSkdz1CtsAew/s800/3_i-sailed-to-tahiti-with-an-all-girl-crew-italian-4f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__ERStirWQglHtTMdHDDNC-FprZArloPn3N_is-DvqROVdNPrpo_0dptjdbS-7eZ4p3UtoBOsDNsAHVCo_hBw7K7SpvtADgk4JR2lUaoIXR9RGC9KxjTr99TFOIgqKBceWpVnCl3K9ftboxt3V4r8g6K9d8paiTpJEmAoBQR6m1a940GSkdz1CtsAew/s320/3_i-sailed-to-tahiti-with-an-all-girl-crew-italian-4f.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>She may not be an old salt but she sure does have a fancy shaker</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We looked at this in our <i>BOY-BVD </i>entry on <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Bebe Louie</b></a>, where we more or less wrote:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">By the time <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/144898032/richard-leland-bare">Richard L. Bare</a> (12 Aug 1913 – 28 Mar 2015), the director of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/flaxy-martin-usa-1949.html">Flaxy Martin</a> </b>(1949), made this rare excursion into feature films, he was a full-time professional director of TV shows; after <b>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All Girl Crew</b>, he didn't make another feature film until his rather odd cult project, <b>Wicked, Wicked</b> (1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfAsKZCJ7_g&ab_channel=WarnerArchive">trailer</a>). <b>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All Girl Crew </b>was successful enough that a sequel was considered, but by then hunkadelic lead actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6001210/gardner-mckay">Gardner McKay</a> had already decided to give up acting for writing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpb6pHgfjnRymr4ktDDz3T92KGXZDWRJFssGlwLYWRBCYrNAiQHqfj2QSIWGqPlZxF7MB4XRuydp5sM8u3mGN-Upeylt6H7It5gL0VLJleCgbY2Cpxt2HvXqgNH_5rWrp7Amwi9RqfkSVTqqXg6C22yuCF_jpFCiZcoNfTuoNmGKDjIL7Op_3tGSYFA/s1280/3_i-sailed-to-tahiti.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="848" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpb6pHgfjnRymr4ktDDz3T92KGXZDWRJFssGlwLYWRBCYrNAiQHqfj2QSIWGqPlZxF7MB4XRuydp5sM8u3mGN-Upeylt6H7It5gL0VLJleCgbY2Cpxt2HvXqgNH_5rWrp7Amwi9RqfkSVTqqXg6C22yuCF_jpFCiZcoNfTuoNmGKDjIL7Op_3tGSYFA/s320/3_i-sailed-to-tahiti.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene from</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All Girl Crew</i>:</b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qC3vSYK6t-g" width="320" youtube-src-id="qC3vSYK6t-g"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Over at <a href="https://greatoldmovies.blogspot.com/2017/06/i-sailed-to-tahiti-with-all-girl-crew_1.html"><i>Great Old Movies</i></a>, they have a full plot description: "When he's drunk, Terry O'Brien (<a href="http://www.mynewplaidpants.com/2012/11/gratuitous-gardner-mckay.html">Gardner McKay</a>) makes a bet that he can sail to Tahiti with an all-girl crew and arrive before his opponent, Josh (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6480244/fred-clark">Fred Clark</a> [19 Mar 1914 – 5 Dec 1968] of <b>The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb </b>[1964 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8kpcRYzrPs&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>]). If he loses, he has to give Josh his boat, the <i>Samaran</i>. His international crew consists of Liz (Diane McBain of <b>The Mini-Skirt Mob</b> [1968 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irJdge5Y5i8&ab_channel=psycledelic67">trailer</a>] & <b>The Deathhead Virgin</b> [1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZz2D12mDP0&ab_channel=ProfessorCraigles">trailer</a>]); sexy ex-stripper Marilyn (Edy Williams); Monique (Jeanne Rainer of <b>The Touch of Flesh</b> [1960/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3ENTVWbR0A&ab_channel=CinePD">trailer</a>]); the cook and aspiring dancer Tamaya (<b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Bebe Louie</a></b>); and Janet (Arlene Charles). One of these women has viciously stabbed a man and is on the run, and there's a stowaway named Jimsy (Mary O'Brien), a tomboy who wants to join the crew and has a crush on Terry. If the movie weren't bad enough, we also have irritating Pat Buttram as a lawman on the hunt for the aforementioned stabber. [...] The gals are pretty; glib if charming McKay is as handsome as ever; there are some nice yachts and pretty blue water; and one clever bit, when Tamaya keeps eggs from rolling off the counter by putting them in her bra cups. There's maybe one other laugh in what seems like a not-very-expensive home movie. [...]."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98rz3T-MyVmMEENO3BYnQ_JVwMRKV25A6FnzTQZPvUmdVlDvk6QML8nh7R_TH1wIxr8zu0NCBzVtJOr4gAXCVD9ATMW8-LTMUpjLtyoPitvoGni0u2Umix1cyJjbpm-cdT_AR-8C7sfwKqEcAJnaZX4py0II4nbo8VWzCuq1jVdbblsnmoZTQMm7FwA/s650/3_i-sailed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="650" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98rz3T-MyVmMEENO3BYnQ_JVwMRKV25A6FnzTQZPvUmdVlDvk6QML8nh7R_TH1wIxr8zu0NCBzVtJOr4gAXCVD9ATMW8-LTMUpjLtyoPitvoGni0u2Umix1cyJjbpm-cdT_AR-8C7sfwKqEcAJnaZX4py0II4nbo8VWzCuq1jVdbblsnmoZTQMm7FwA/s320/3_i-sailed.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The photo above shows the whole crew of the boat, with a smiling <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Bebe Louie</a></b> at the front middle and, behind her to your right, <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Edy Williams</a></b>. An oft-found, apocryphal tale about an event on set: "During the filming of <b>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All-Girl Crew </b>the boat gets stuck, and she [Edy Williams] and the other girls have to jump into the water. So all of her falsies come floating out from the top of her bikini. [<i><a href="http://www.glamourgirlsofthesilverscreen.com/show/481/Edy+Williams/index.html">Glamour Girls</a></i>]"<b>*</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>* </b><span style="font-size: x-small;">The tale<b> </b>seems to have first been mentioned by co-girl crew star Diane McBaine, who "</span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">lost her virginity to <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/2033/richard-burton" target="_blank">Richard Burton</a> yet writes his penis was too large to complete intercourse.<span> (<a href="http://filmbooknotes.blogspot.com/2014/08/famous-enough-by-diane-mcbain.html" target="_blank"><i>Film Book Notes</i></a>)" That fact, as well as other salacious jaw-droppers and the tale of Edy's falsies, is found in McBaine's out-of-print biography, </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>Famous Enough</b>. Therein, she describes <b>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All-Girl Crew</b> "</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">a piece of celluloid trash<span>".</span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqpkFtcJ5VzKxDjKxk5uRZyJvbfDMBDHAVjeZ-qG7c6y0TudYaQp5KOMt3h2SwFWgpxnMA9HqMdVftYkzGPnCQ6XNbg-yYeIGXSJeMUC5VbVYY3B1m0b2dd1AnXm1O-yMBPkij7EolnBqlhsQsrnIWY84eFk5HgbNqBIQURDfwF14iCaZfUYQX6zcmQ/s236/3_edy-williams-0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="227" data-original-width="236" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqpkFtcJ5VzKxDjKxk5uRZyJvbfDMBDHAVjeZ-qG7c6y0TudYaQp5KOMt3h2SwFWgpxnMA9HqMdVftYkzGPnCQ6XNbg-yYeIGXSJeMUC5VbVYY3B1m0b2dd1AnXm1O-yMBPkij7EolnBqlhsQsrnIWY84eFk5HgbNqBIQURDfwF14iCaZfUYQX6zcmQ/s1600/3_edy-williams-0.jpg" width="236" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">After the completion of<b> I Sailed to Tahiti with an All-Girl Crew</b>, Edi Williams and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a> married in Los Angeles (He was 48; she was 27.) One would think that Meyer marrying her would be proof enough that the apocryphal tale about floating falsies on the set of <b>I Sailed to Tahiti with an All-Girl Crew</b> is not true, but one cannot help but notice that somewhere along the way Williams experienced some noticeable post-puberty expansion of the bust that could possibly be put down to "surgical enhancement".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1970, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WoG1fC873eEFXmVBf-82j9CO082zQVSoaO0_eIN8snoXkUYZgaal0FzH9pDqCmQIhEdEWurosDRBZAoQQ70juyo4mn3NU2gUZ34unvvKaPpGTcrGIjByhlLQ_1LyBkzvIWZwwVCEy4kKQVlwz4kzB31TifBJrlGC7lgjKvHCfskwDxJM7RuRIfYY4g/s531/4_74412_beyond_valley_of_dolls_copy_122_474lo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="396" data-original-width="531" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WoG1fC873eEFXmVBf-82j9CO082zQVSoaO0_eIN8snoXkUYZgaal0FzH9pDqCmQIhEdEWurosDRBZAoQQ70juyo4mn3NU2gUZ34unvvKaPpGTcrGIjByhlLQ_1LyBkzvIWZwwVCEy4kKQVlwz4kzB31TifBJrlGC7lgjKvHCfskwDxJM7RuRIfYY4g/s320/4_74412_beyond_valley_of_dolls_copy_122_474lo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot, as found at <i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Catalog/moviedetails/18689">AFI</a></i>, which doesn't even mention Edi William's character, Ashley St. Ives: "Tired of playing to high school audiences, Kelly (Dolly Read), Casey (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/79907691/cynthia-jeanette-myers" target="_blank">Cynthia Myers</a>), and Pet (Marcia McBroom), members of a rock trio, travel to Hollywood, California, accompanied by Harris Allsworth (David Gurian), the band's manager and Kelly's lover. There, they are befriended by Kelly's Aunt Susan (<a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Phyllis Davis</b></a>), an advertising executive, who, despite the misgivings of her lawyer, Porter Hall (Duncan McLeod), decides to share with Kelly the family fortune. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKUlQLVpvaaqRRDouOWD8YpDU9nF4S86FRN52aEvAHe6VzgYHYtGP6In4wtRlq5RQ9gc8DmquAZGuhH1oBvNxpRJ3XU8CBfeZy_gsoDEhwEfLZaYZnHGNCI03yTYvZmaVwTplIr6b4uA_ebn1RzTRtxI84XSnMgwCq22Q1j10dkhx_ESPBqMOsgCeww/s763/0_Valley_17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKUlQLVpvaaqRRDouOWD8YpDU9nF4S86FRN52aEvAHe6VzgYHYtGP6In4wtRlq5RQ9gc8DmquAZGuhH1oBvNxpRJ3XU8CBfeZy_gsoDEhwEfLZaYZnHGNCI03yTYvZmaVwTplIr6b4uA_ebn1RzTRtxI84XSnMgwCq22Q1j10dkhx_ESPBqMOsgCeww/s320/0_Valley_17.jpg" width="268" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzHiaJKVggX20pMFfJV5lvF8BLO0QgWvQEKhNMDkgUUkaU6A6wh-DzDYNyoapTimdpXEfyKITySU_Z2ux5DGg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At an orgy the band is discovered by the effeminate entrepreneur host, Ronnie 'Z-Man' Barzell (John La Zar), who rechristens them 'The Carrie Nations.' Among lovers quickly acquired at Ronnie's party are Lance (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/23030783/michael-blodgett" target="_blank">Michael Blodgett</a>), a boorish gigolo, who enters into a liaison with Kelly; Emerson (Harrison Page), a law student who wins Pet's love; and Roxanne (Erica Gavin), a lesbian designer who captures Casey's heart. As the celebrated trio perform on national television, Harris, distraught by Kelly's infidelity and Casey's impregnation by him, hurls himself from the catwalk. He is rushed to the hospital, where Dr. Scholl (Dan White) informs Kelly that Harris can look forward to life as a paraplegic.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8TnmahH_BZExKVEbxO6QU3s1EDnjCp4Z7t1kqRUmkvy0qCwTDRjxnMY8TCn_s2booOQ6wsn5AwuBoNPPp1wB8bmRLcYpzVYd6HW-qSqLsGYJYePOo80s3ibfnvDPHrofp7irPVyKL6s1XQCCZaQ8IxpIdPND9nyJasGEUkxqjQqZ99KfRLMUIMlB2A/s400/4_tumblr_oedpekV9hE1r1ult6o2_400.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="400" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8TnmahH_BZExKVEbxO6QU3s1EDnjCp4Z7t1kqRUmkvy0qCwTDRjxnMY8TCn_s2booOQ6wsn5AwuBoNPPp1wB8bmRLcYpzVYd6HW-qSqLsGYJYePOo80s3ibfnvDPHrofp7irPVyKL6s1XQCCZaQ8IxpIdPND9nyJasGEUkxqjQqZ99KfRLMUIMlB2A/s320/4_tumblr_oedpekV9hE1r1ult6o2_400.webp" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Realizing that Harris is her true love, Kelly devotes herself to his care. Touched by Casey's plight, Roxanne arranges an abortion. Ronnie invites Lance, Roxanne, and Casey to a private party, at which costumes are distributed. Dressed as Superwoman, Ronnie attempts to seduce Lance, who is attired in a loin cloth. Rejected, Ronnie binds the gigolo. After revealing that he is, in fact, a woman, Ronnie bears her breasts, brandishes a sword, and chops off Lance's head. She then plunges a gun into the sleeping Roxanne's mouth and fires. Terrified, Casey phones her friends, who rush to her rescue but arrive too late. As Emerson and Kelly attempt to subdue Ronnie, the gun discharges, killing the transvestite. During the fray, however, the crippled Harris is miraculously cured. In a triple wedding ceremony, Kelly and Harris, Pet and Emerson, and Aunt Susan and an old love are united."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQW-4eEBrjCMUdCW-AIg5kWWJvi2ghhcbb6twa_BqAZuhBvgO_g86suogAP8jKT6IYrRGVGDnKH9ZTSzm7Syi1MygIrLWUoKWo36eH5htm_5clJHp_nj7QaYj9sUP1DFAzE9VevioaZGpU8AD8aZLo2f9PvdFOiXSFDk4Wzo0x7jKS8yQyWh8aEDcJQ/s400/4_tumblr_oedpekV9hE1r1ult6o1_400.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="400" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQW-4eEBrjCMUdCW-AIg5kWWJvi2ghhcbb6twa_BqAZuhBvgO_g86suogAP8jKT6IYrRGVGDnKH9ZTSzm7Syi1MygIrLWUoKWo36eH5htm_5clJHp_nj7QaYj9sUP1DFAzE9VevioaZGpU8AD8aZLo2f9PvdFOiXSFDk4Wzo0x7jKS8yQyWh8aEDcJQ/s320/4_tumblr_oedpekV9hE1r1ult6o1_400.webp" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Regarding Edy, over at <i><a href="https://www.dvddrive-in.com/reviews/a-d/beyondthevalleydolls70.htm">DVD Drive-In</a></i>, they opinion: "<b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis</a></b> and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Edy Williams</a> </b>had both been active in Hollywood for several years when they were cast in <b>BVD</b>. Davis, who would later gain cult film immortality for her turns in <b>Terminal Island </b>(1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE-tbbN9lGs&ab_channel=RareCultCinema">trailer</a>) and <b>Sweet Sugar</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb0HTOSsZwU&ab_channel=RareCultCinema">trailer</a>) and is just lovely in her rather thankless role as 'Aunt Susan', would also have the most lucrative career of the leading ladies, with a long run on the TV show <b>Vega$</b> (1978-81). Williams would go in the complete opposite direction, going nowhere but down after her wild turn in <b>BVD </b>as the oversexed starlet Ashley St. Ives. [...] Today she refuses to discuss her Russ Meyer days, largely because of her notorious marriage to Meyer, but looking at the rest of her career, there is little left to talk about in seriousness. It's a shame, too, because her turn in <b>BVD </b>should have been a career-making performance! She growls her dialogue through quivering lips and sharpened fangs, oozing sexual innuendo with lascivious glances at the men in her path, spouting ludicrous pick-up lines, and whipping her lion's-mane of a hairdo wildly as she dances to <a href="https://strawberryalarmclock.com/">The Strawberry Alarm Clock</a> and jumps atop her male victims, a complete sexual animal and always commanding attention when on-screen. Williams' character was never meant to be a scene-stealer, but thanks to her relationship with Meyer, was beefed up and given several more scenes in the finished film. I could imagine an entire film of Ashley St. Ives, and that would have been a great spin-off if Meyer and Williams had remained together!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5T6qN3mGrsMV0scsfjwH_T6faq_l4QQkdJdW1xGYDJlaS9aIqkhlJ80YQ5-OvzdoivzpMa659b9cXtpfELJ5uSegX54QEEsubVTQqy8aBKWmvvg_2J-aeSKDH6iK48lcujcTGCS7TO0z8S9M_tG1AWwKCOVPP9jNgTDUtWIbk4V_qQu6e5Tk7sQVcgQ/s600/5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5T6qN3mGrsMV0scsfjwH_T6faq_l4QQkdJdW1xGYDJlaS9aIqkhlJ80YQ5-OvzdoivzpMa659b9cXtpfELJ5uSegX54QEEsubVTQqy8aBKWmvvg_2J-aeSKDH6iK48lcujcTGCS7TO0z8S9M_tG1AWwKCOVPP9jNgTDUtWIbk4V_qQu6e5Tk7sQVcgQ/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Heard in the movie —</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Strawberry Alarm Clock sing <i>Girl from the City</i>:</span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kpsi95bFiTM" width="320" youtube-src-id="kpsi95bFiTM"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Seven Minutes</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1971, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0OcrXSshpTkfQG0ewBvZBrc1wOYosQTDzg_jx63s3sSj3UN-DnvZ0Maowwk1KAlyyYhN0p3_utOQBcuWMhA1I4saWWd9w8B0HKeDcuvSOfNqBtSy3rKERyuJWKkhVnA9iokdJo8VekPGvPYj_zSjwodcIM7_IgdNOZlDriHBtFcEdZ61eztsOLUrQw/s521/5_TheSevenMinutes3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="374" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0OcrXSshpTkfQG0ewBvZBrc1wOYosQTDzg_jx63s3sSj3UN-DnvZ0Maowwk1KAlyyYhN0p3_utOQBcuWMhA1I4saWWd9w8B0HKeDcuvSOfNqBtSy3rKERyuJWKkhVnA9iokdJo8VekPGvPYj_zSjwodcIM7_IgdNOZlDriHBtFcEdZ61eztsOLUrQw/s320/5_TheSevenMinutes3.jpg" width="230" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We've looked at this movie twice before, once way back in 2011 as part of our <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-charles-napier.html">R.I.P. Charles Napier</a></b> career review, and then again two years ago, in the <i>Babe of Yesteryear</i> blog entry, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/03/uschi-digard-part-iv-1971-part-i.html"><b>Uschi Digard, Part IV: 1971, Part I</b></a>. The Great Uschi, you see, supposedly flits by somewhere (un-credited) as the "Very Big Brunette with Gorilla".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2BKddccSGAR5OMcsSyOUQ8EeJNHEMfzg27CITwhJF4zyvF4GohrO77SsM9-EhJawn_tY4vvRFj-5e_US-SMY-a7QB6hpUFovMBN0eB5CRfHpBH-DbpMDMbnvwJY0-eEUSzZPIneGWsAzb3yLkrCHCynJ6GNy6Kam5C6MI9viOZw5xJZ35g4VMNNhKTw/s461/5_TheSevenMinutes_Japan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="332" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2BKddccSGAR5OMcsSyOUQ8EeJNHEMfzg27CITwhJF4zyvF4GohrO77SsM9-EhJawn_tY4vvRFj-5e_US-SMY-a7QB6hpUFovMBN0eB5CRfHpBH-DbpMDMbnvwJY0-eEUSzZPIneGWsAzb3yLkrCHCynJ6GNy6Kam5C6MI9viOZw5xJZ35g4VMNNhKTw/s320/5_TheSevenMinutes_Japan.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Russ Meyer's wife Edy Williams had a juicier role, to say the least: she plays the duplicitous Faye Osborn, fiancée of the movie's hero Mike. She's even credited on the poster and in the trailer — a career highpoint. The film seems never to have had either a VHS or DVD release. For that, we did see it on TV as a wee lad.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://trailersfromhell.com/"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEaTE-GK90guFIM_9tdInOCgSB1AMu3is7i5BQg9Fm9KJ3pvv-ajGXBn8x3EN1pFmYnnUSvnuEZPPgsVG-_PukyecINXoF8CSGBGJ4sndfaLbqEqrSckkvTvvmd6HinsL5HV0QdwhypoC6PxqfLkmUw2UOVCBvmMJeIo_5N-mcEGvWKpCFUhpS4WsaA/s400/5_seven_minutes_poster_02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="400" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEaTE-GK90guFIM_9tdInOCgSB1AMu3is7i5BQg9Fm9KJ3pvv-ajGXBn8x3EN1pFmYnnUSvnuEZPPgsVG-_PukyecINXoF8CSGBGJ4sndfaLbqEqrSckkvTvvmd6HinsL5HV0QdwhypoC6PxqfLkmUw2UOVCBvmMJeIo_5N-mcEGvWKpCFUhpS4WsaA/s320/5_seven_minutes_poster_02.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://trailersfromhell.com/"><i>Trailers from Hell</i></a> on</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Seven Minutes</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vWVKFKmfTpw" width="320" youtube-src-id="vWVKFKmfTpw"></iframe></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Back in 2019, we more or less wrote: As anyone who's halfway into bosom-mania or classic sexploitation movies knows, the great Russ Meyer had a brief sojourn into mainstream filmmaking at the beginning of the seventies. The results were a decidedly mixed bag of only two movies, both of which are nevertheless intriguingly "Russ Meyer". The first and most successful is of course his classic satire of sexploitation and Hollywood, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wq4LcRCsjMY">trailer</a>) [...].</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkcuDeZnymR6h8OOASscyvIySh2xPWh_1_O7TF3QmbUZyFVwA8bqScuTP_Cq1neOgSIWnqAqAifFAS-hEnXwhxH8fJtl88CmtUdYPS-omd6DeGzubef0FA57wBNMNqL-_Y3hGV7t8LUeJc1tuA-67Y999s80xT9JX0yLmtXx3eh6k17viD0eTCEx_8w/s719/5_seven%20minutes_Add.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="719" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkcuDeZnymR6h8OOASscyvIySh2xPWh_1_O7TF3QmbUZyFVwA8bqScuTP_Cq1neOgSIWnqAqAifFAS-hEnXwhxH8fJtl88CmtUdYPS-omd6DeGzubef0FA57wBNMNqL-_Y3hGV7t8LUeJc1tuA-67Y999s80xT9JX0yLmtXx3eh6k17viD0eTCEx_8w/s320/5_seven%20minutes_Add.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Then came this baby, what was originally meant to be the second of three films for 20th Century Fox, a firm that never knew why they signed him in the first place and that was for years [apparently] ashamed of the success of <b>Dolls</b>; they were happy to let him go after this movie, <b>The Seven Minutes</b>, flopped. And that it flopped is hardly surprising: it was neither a Meyer film, nor was it not. Instead, it was some sort of oddly anemic creature that you can't take your eyes off even as it makes you want to watch something else. The little flesh here discrete, the satire and melodrama barely visible — but, Wow! Did Russ Meyer ever go so overboard in the editing room with any other movie of his? No. And that alone makes it an interesting watch, even if it does almost leave you dizzy by the end of the movie: few shots last longer than four seconds. That, combined with Meyer's traditionally odd viewpoints and catchy blocking, makes for some pretty odd visuals in a movie whose only other true saving's grace is a huge cast of familiar if (in the case of many) no longer remembered faces. [...]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZm0Q8vjz1O5T_JTefMKdQSOxDt0FoPMlAEH9jnZVLpaM7RFrDnWWc6FRW2OreizKtgLpvAgFP1iCkuaCZx2zs9zXlhaS1vnQfY3y5pziilDUXak02dKK5EW1k0oa5yfjovA3GDbQZxQc7KftIZ-HRof7nfh3-u2S8tlAL2x-2MPhOqfonq983l6Sag/s326/5_TheSevenMinutes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="220" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZm0Q8vjz1O5T_JTefMKdQSOxDt0FoPMlAEH9jnZVLpaM7RFrDnWWc6FRW2OreizKtgLpvAgFP1iCkuaCZx2zs9zXlhaS1vnQfY3y5pziilDUXak02dKK5EW1k0oa5yfjovA3GDbQZxQc7KftIZ-HRof7nfh3-u2S8tlAL2x-2MPhOqfonq983l6Sag/s320/5_TheSevenMinutes.jpg" width="216" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Despite the fact that <b>The Seven Minutes </b>is hardly a horror cult film, the website <i><a href="http://horrorcultfilms.co.uk/2016/01/the-seven-minutes-1971-on-dvd-now-included-in-arrow-videos-beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls-blu-ray-set/">Horror Cult Films</a></i>, which notes "there's lots of big-breasted women in tight tops in this movie", has the basic plot setup of this, a film version of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6028/irving-wallace">Irving Wallace</a>'s eponymously named best seller (paperback cover above): "A sting operation occurs where two detectives enter a bookstore and purchase a copy of a book called <b>The Seven Minutes </b>so the seller can be prosecuted. Behind the operation is prosecutor Elmo Duncan (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/33736648/philip-carey">Philip Carey</a> [15 July 1925 – 6 Feb 2009]), who wants to become a senator and feels that campaigning against pornography will give him votes, backed up by a group who wish to stamp out all youthful violence incited by salacious material in books and films. The publisher calls hot shot attorney Mike Barrett (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/194824677/wayne-maunder">Wayne Maunder</a> [19 Dec 1935 – 11 Nov 2018]) to defend the book and he sets about uncovering the mystery of its true author, but at the same time, a teenager supposedly commits a rape, and his father owned.... a copy of <b>The Seven Minutes</b>...."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHKCsJlfjlX7DD8o4P4CdW_aa-DMF9ALnLCM88xtJJnwVGa3lE1GQeMMKiL9fN2AAFQVCkqp1uHb5MbPfPURK51pFek4VjV30xo-sxLji3TJE8Esd01amsm2V85n_1wKRaTZqagmJFbynod0WGugF74LWHJiEQJRrz8JmPawvtJVFXfGBxyIC_D9Yag/s535/5_seven%20minutes_King.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="535" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHKCsJlfjlX7DD8o4P4CdW_aa-DMF9ALnLCM88xtJJnwVGa3lE1GQeMMKiL9fN2AAFQVCkqp1uHb5MbPfPURK51pFek4VjV30xo-sxLji3TJE8Esd01amsm2V85n_1wKRaTZqagmJFbynod0WGugF74LWHJiEQJRrz8JmPawvtJVFXfGBxyIC_D9Yag/s320/5_seven%20minutes_King.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>From the soundtrack —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/146489606/bb-king">B.B. King</a> sings <i>The Seven Minutes</i>:</b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-71L4vSA_z8" width="320" youtube-src-id="-71L4vSA_z8"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">There are those who find this Meyer oddity oddly interesting, and it is, even if it is also, well, somewhat boring despite the idiosyncratic touches. Most people, however, tend to think like <i><a href="http://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/1672740.html">The Video Vacuum</a></i>, which says, "Basically, the whole thing feels like an overlong episode of <b>Matlock </b>(1986-95) with a couple of titties tossed in. It's hard to understand why Meyer would want to make this movie. I'm sure the subject of free speech spoke to him, but he really is the wrong director to tackle the subject. Luckily for us, he quickly returned to his drive-in roots with his next picture, <b>Black Snake</b> (1973)."<b> Black Snake</b>, by the way, is a.k.a. <b>Sweet Suzy</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl_21yFgjw5zxSld1YpkYm0xHSBj50nuQkY0W9sY-AWmU6N9m5g6YGb_Tk75xldGzQqzwaQYD3i8C-EnXYkGK27rd7rLGanID20YvNQcqmsAzdmZTlb6IonGsNfLrzjdDHdpIaxfyQfd-6Flub1Op32i6r-WEoKnkPsvwtMGU77kW7TOMlIIN_nYufQ/s400/5_1973_SweetSuzy_Blacksnake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="267" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl_21yFgjw5zxSld1YpkYm0xHSBj50nuQkY0W9sY-AWmU6N9m5g6YGb_Tk75xldGzQqzwaQYD3i8C-EnXYkGK27rd7rLGanID20YvNQcqmsAzdmZTlb6IonGsNfLrzjdDHdpIaxfyQfd-6Flub1Op32i6r-WEoKnkPsvwtMGU77kW7TOMlIIN_nYufQ/s320/5_1973_SweetSuzy_Blacksnake.jpg" width="214" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Black Snake</i> / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bPpel6o-V0"><i>Sweet Suzy</i></a>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JFCNNhFo8wo" width="320" youtube-src-id="JFCNNhFo8wo"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">BTW, as previously mentioned, Edy Williams had a juicy role in <b>The Seven Minutes</b> as the duplicitous Faye Osborn. The true female lead of the film, however, is the good gal of true heart Maggie Russell, played by the now generally forgotten Marianne McAndrew. McAndrew had made some waves with her first film, <b>Hello, Dolly!</b> (1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYxJKrl3uHQ&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>), but if that film gave her feature-film career any momentum, <b>The Seven Minutes</b> killed it. Her final lead role in a feature film is in the wonderfully terrible slab of celluloid shit known as <b>The Bat People</b> a.k.a. <b>It Lives By Night</b> (1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_ubBTpSln4&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tCsn9xkRDJJiUhD4zAgpOLfQaWICbXW2VUPHoH39CU2IkjUGfmmhkP0VuqD5_HhDwTVZQhkQKyYoXPB7LrzZ8dqZyP76d1h4vUEW_luuCAA3__YwCy7pTP3wNOFa2dvaM2nw-yfWYYVA10o-dFE_J7sgU26Exw8jrzwMF-36tWOMmbCh981et4uZSg/s320/5_seven%20minutes%20lc.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="274" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tCsn9xkRDJJiUhD4zAgpOLfQaWICbXW2VUPHoH39CU2IkjUGfmmhkP0VuqD5_HhDwTVZQhkQKyYoXPB7LrzZ8dqZyP76d1h4vUEW_luuCAA3__YwCy7pTP3wNOFa2dvaM2nw-yfWYYVA10o-dFE_J7sgU26Exw8jrzwMF-36tWOMmbCh981et4uZSg/s1600/5_seven%20minutes%20lc.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Paesano: A Voice in the Night</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1975, dir. John Myhers, Martin Ragaway, Jack Brooks & Alberto Sarno)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhyphenhyphen5vIxVbCIEHAWeUmbg0rG26tjMhsHwTgPgxvigDF1vtFMrRfLAoS9k_85rzZPux7EewxVAlXL1iMoQmAOYwLl08_Q5yvWplqsGuoVxiucJJ8PAd-0PHSw5TWmGWwJf4DkwIY70bVjvRZlhU645MMwNwdagpnxQFBN3glmBiCgHuHaBLONuui8IW9Q/s600/6_Paesano-Eine-Stimme-in-der-Nacht-VMP_600x600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="600" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhyphenhyphen5vIxVbCIEHAWeUmbg0rG26tjMhsHwTgPgxvigDF1vtFMrRfLAoS9k_85rzZPux7EewxVAlXL1iMoQmAOYwLl08_Q5yvWplqsGuoVxiucJJ8PAd-0PHSw5TWmGWwJf4DkwIY70bVjvRZlhU645MMwNwdagpnxQFBN3glmBiCgHuHaBLONuui8IW9Q/s320/6_Paesano-Eine-Stimme-in-der-Nacht-VMP_600x600.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">After <b>The Seven Minutes</b>, it took a full four years before Edy Williams took part in another feature movie — an obscure and forgotten independent project from Alberto Sarno, an L.A. restaurateur of Italian descent who ran a famously successful Italian restaurant, Sarno's Caffe dell 'Opera, a.k.a. Sarno's (once located at 1714 N. Vermont). In between, she divorced Russ Meyer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbra-trth3KSqZSAVf3OA30lKStGPSF3OYKOyqwCLyScZ1XEIm578uqu3zAwvioGzH548D8Du6Hz5ZZdN42wtUbMH8SyZDk2lOdhCjzYeQyAIBggv2D7Wz3H6aZZTazUKpqNWdB5P50XK43ipL6mZhXR1IWAjiCu-kPJk7KjAtwQT7JiaJZWq-v9IEw/s896/6_Sarno's.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="896" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbra-trth3KSqZSAVf3OA30lKStGPSF3OYKOyqwCLyScZ1XEIm578uqu3zAwvioGzH548D8Du6Hz5ZZdN42wtUbMH8SyZDk2lOdhCjzYeQyAIBggv2D7Wz3H6aZZTazUKpqNWdB5P50XK43ipL6mZhXR1IWAjiCu-kPJk7KjAtwQT7JiaJZWq-v9IEw/s320/6_Sarno's.webp" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Song + scenes:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uMhBvIttIds" width="320" youtube-src-id="uMhBvIttIds"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Alberto and his wait staff sang their favorites nightly and the tiny venue was soon packed with eccentric regulars. They included the usual Day of the Locust crowd — bit actors, opera lovers, muscle men, self-proclaimed royals, and a medium named Prince Nathan. [...] But Alberto still dreamed of bigger things. In 1976, he directed and starred in <b>Paesano: A Voice in the Night</b>, a low-budget tale of an Italian opera star trying to make it big in America. He wrangled a C-list cast that included professional exhibitionist Edy Williams, veteran character actor <a href="http://everydayheterosexism.blogspot.com/2016/09/aldo-ray-voice-chest-and-endowment-that.html">Aldo Ray</a>, and Dean Martin's daughter Deana. [Actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1544/jack-la_rue" target="_blank">Jack La Rue</a> made his final film appearance in this film.] When the movie [...] failed to find a distributor or garner Oscar nominations, Alberto hosted his own awards show honoring overlooked films. The show was emceed by a man calling himself Count Anthony and a woman who claimed to be Countess Elaine of Brunswick. Sarno insisted he personally would win no awards and as one actress in the film admitted, 'He wasn't a great actor. It was his voice. That voice latched onto my sensitivities and could always make me cry.' [<a href="https://www.kcet.org/history-society/sarnos-pasticceria-munchies-music-and-murder-in-the-little-italy-of-los-feliz">KCET</a>]" Alberto Sarno was <a href="https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1987-10-22-me-15889-story.html" target="_blank">tragically killed</a> in a possibly bungled mugging in 1987.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VdWgXE_BYplq27y3dK6eAvwNvC-46CAepDRPi47GiGdFpfNpXX9GsRZv-G9NqD3ieEnTGVEocLm06vJFabkgYwrLxrHrElLD_1l7qDlMT-mtMfS6c3eQWz1q06D1W0I7ywPJtu8idUKSces2GvwDOPd0W1ysfiwB7VnVatJ3nL6djwrn22xGDUveaQ/s600/6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="599" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VdWgXE_BYplq27y3dK6eAvwNvC-46CAepDRPi47GiGdFpfNpXX9GsRZv-G9NqD3ieEnTGVEocLm06vJFabkgYwrLxrHrElLD_1l7qDlMT-mtMfS6c3eQWz1q06D1W0I7ywPJtu8idUKSces2GvwDOPd0W1ysfiwB7VnVatJ3nL6djwrn22xGDUveaQ/s320/6.jpg" width="319" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6IRhbSxFBpI" width="320" youtube-src-id="6IRhbSxFBpI"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Paesano: A Voice in the Night </b>was long considered lost, but the <i>AFI</i> has an incomplete copy donated by the Sarno family. It is believed the movie may have had two public showings, both in LA. It did, in any event, get a VHS release somewhere along the way, if apparently only in Germany.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1W0kdlUTd-I" width="320" youtube-src-id="1W0kdlUTd-I"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"A music-filled love story about a young Italian singer (Sarno) and an American woman (Williams). Paesano searches for his love on the streets of New York City [<i><a href="https://www.kino.de/film/paesano-a-voice-in-the-night-1977/">Kino</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Song + scenes:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/o_-uZzUKWvU" width="320" youtube-src-id="o_-uZzUKWvU"></iframe></div><br /> <br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Scandal in the Family</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1975, dir. Bruno Gaburro)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEia61LAe2TxJBYHIbsyFKeVS7tiWY9zd-ManDIBdATngVWVCFuO51EN1dUtlKyUuHoCbBOh2i2iKEIWutzLwsMqnUCpNt25SzisjqL2dCuTf4XEZF3zbxp3J7ID2Z4T7R69MS5vWYEctfaoDs2qcwK3tlvED1RHDjjsfd0DC0wQ61tpOyr3BnqiWm3Q/s698/7_Pecando%20en%20familia_Espa%C3%B1ol.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="698" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEia61LAe2TxJBYHIbsyFKeVS7tiWY9zd-ManDIBdATngVWVCFuO51EN1dUtlKyUuHoCbBOh2i2iKEIWutzLwsMqnUCpNt25SzisjqL2dCuTf4XEZF3zbxp3J7ID2Z4T7R69MS5vWYEctfaoDs2qcwK3tlvED1RHDjjsfd0DC0wQ61tpOyr3BnqiWm3Q/s320/7_Pecando%20en%20familia_Espa%C3%B1ol.jpg" width="227" /></a></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And then Edy Williams went to Italy, to play Zaira in <b>Peccati in famiglia</b>, a sex "drama" by director Bruno Gaburro, whose early and very serious and depressing end-of-days science fiction, uh, sex drama <b>Ecce Homo</b> (1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z68zRtQtE_8&ab_channel=NannuSoundtracks" target="_blank">music</a>) offers little true indication of the soft- and hardcore flotsam he was to end up making the focus of his career until he became a TV director. Mr. Gaburro's other claim to fame is that from 1962 to 1977, he was also Mr. <a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Erika_Blanc">Erika Blanc</a> — some even claim he discovered her. Her filmography, in any event, is far more impressive than his.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoj27zImENIE-CKbk3k-pOqQ-ogK7O-Zp_RSZbXfRbY1wvJXNfOUJ0MZrsAth17KJHSX1ykvWSGQrma6ilksQ7yD-wY2346lEt8iutlErgdRVEblD8hvMSE9bpZdBM_P60jjTDhlMdesL2ZntbHWNwqAFxlDzSrCn1zTPTST_sOzUwc-iZ2_x59mT1A/s698/7_Pecando%20en%20familia_Italiano.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="698" data-original-width="478" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoj27zImENIE-CKbk3k-pOqQ-ogK7O-Zp_RSZbXfRbY1wvJXNfOUJ0MZrsAth17KJHSX1ykvWSGQrma6ilksQ7yD-wY2346lEt8iutlErgdRVEblD8hvMSE9bpZdBM_P60jjTDhlMdesL2ZntbHWNwqAFxlDzSrCn1zTPTST_sOzUwc-iZ2_x59mT1A/s320/7_Pecando%20en%20familia_Italiano.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams's name made it onto most of the film's posters, despite the fact that of all the female roles in the film, hers is the most negligible. Indeed, she "</span><span style="font-family: courier;">dies (off-screen) of old-age/natural causes, a short time before the movie begins; her death is referred to in the present-day sequences, but we only see her as a young woman in flashbacks [...]. [<i><a href="https://cinemorgue.fandom.com/wiki/Edy_Williams" target="_blank">Cinemorgue</a></i>]" </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">By the time the film begins, she has already been replaced by the "</span><span style="font-family: courier;">young and busty</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">" </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Simonetta Stefanelli, whom some viewers might recognize from <b>The Godfather</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaVTIH8mujA" target="_blank">trailer</a>), in which she dies young. At the time of filming </span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Peccati in famiglia</b>, Stefanelli was married to the movie's younger "lead", Milo (Michele Placido).</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9o7kXQbJioA14cVJJOU6XCisX7x4HxQ7ooBroTEMjK0yU5dv7r7p3-GfJqhYLO9Knoluc4o6xiX7vVIvREz92vVrYaD4DJFFwo8EIQKrNK29V5IQhOSwXdkeJRBlCSEzMs3yAh9w_tKR8KAbkllOixLfIrO1WIw0AQHawQSC1z2R6vL3mX69cvpLUrA/s400/7_s-l400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="283" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9o7kXQbJioA14cVJJOU6XCisX7x4HxQ7ooBroTEMjK0yU5dv7r7p3-GfJqhYLO9Knoluc4o6xiX7vVIvREz92vVrYaD4DJFFwo8EIQKrNK29V5IQhOSwXdkeJRBlCSEzMs3yAh9w_tKR8KAbkllOixLfIrO1WIw0AQHawQSC1z2R6vL3mX69cvpLUrA/s320/7_s-l400.jpg" width="226" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Bad dubbing —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Simonetta Stefanelli and Michele Placido in</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Scandal in the Family</i> (1975):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_4labSG2tsE" width="320" youtube-src-id="_4labSG2tsE"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In the UK, <b>Scandal in the Family</b> got released as part of a double bill with a better if equally trashy movie, <b>Love in a Woman's Prison</b>, otherwise known as <b>Women in Cell Block 7 </b>(1973).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5wUc_1aA22ImxR7URsyT2LSdrMSaP9B9YP0wzFcYI4Fu980z0VCiTQiGIMnO5YevpSdVNfQr2esTtu2EUuGwevTRJaR6q3ORwjLEBOh0S1lGKgSmPpMv4IwAtQ_dDOtFh42wSAUNI0TZrgWmQoQcDIe4wXE-c9XynV5KwVkqIiAX8q3Qmz-XRNJChA/s802/7_@._V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="802" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5wUc_1aA22ImxR7URsyT2LSdrMSaP9B9YP0wzFcYI4Fu980z0VCiTQiGIMnO5YevpSdVNfQr2esTtu2EUuGwevTRJaR6q3ORwjLEBOh0S1lGKgSmPpMv4IwAtQ_dDOtFh42wSAUNI0TZrgWmQoQcDIe4wXE-c9XynV5KwVkqIiAX8q3Qmz-XRNJChA/s320/7_@._V1_.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Women in Cell Block 7</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iRKSi_oqkXg" width="320" youtube-src-id="iRKSi_oqkXg"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scandal_in_the_Family_(1975_film)">Wikipedia</a> </i>has the plot, in mangled English: "Carlo (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/35411921/renzo-montagnani">Renzo Montagnani</a> [11 Sept 1930 – 22 May 1997] of the substandard <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/11/rip-umberto-lenzi-part-1-195863.html">Umberto Lenzi</a></b> comedies <b>Pierino la peste alla riscossa</b> [1982] and <b>Scusi, lei è normale?</b> [1979]), an industrialist, arrives at his villa in Piacenza to spend the holidays with his wife Piera (Juliette Mayniel of the classic <b>Eyes without a Face</b> [1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSrgdWjOASc&ab_channel=TrailersThroughTime">trailer</a>],<b> Staudte's Kirmes</b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GP_h92U8c64&ab_channel=Cinemat%C3%B3filos">German trailer</a>] and the unbelievable slice of unmitigated Eurosleaze that is <b>Bestialità / Dog Lay Afternoon</b> [1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnyVxMwOaHU&ab_channel=tiredtangerine">trailer</a> / <a href="https://archive.org/details/DogLayAfternoon1976">full film</a>]) and his daughter Francesca (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32035128/jenny-tamburi">Jenny Tamburi</a> [27 Nov 1952 – 1 Mat 2006] of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8297800/lucio-fulci">Fulci</a>'s <b>The Psychic</b> [1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mE5Y-nUqioI&ab_channel=Intramovies">trailer</a>] and <b>Smile Before Death</b> [1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_hgzGO0Xsk&ab_channel=EasywindMovieNuggets%3ASoundtrack%26FilmMusic">soundtrack</a>]). Upon arrival, he discovers that the cook — the attractive Zaira (Williams), who as a young boy he used to watch having sex and under whose covers he used to crawl — has been replaced by Doris (Simonetta Stefanelli), a young and busty widow who he has not seen since she was a child. Carlo immediately begins to court and seduce her. After a few days Milo (Michele Placido) arrives from the South, the son of Carlo's incapable brother. He is a student, young and successful. First, the boy conquers Francesca, who had an ambiguous relationship with her friend Fedora (Rossella Pescatore), then seduces Doris, whom he uses to move Uncle Carlo around, and finally Piera, who, more intelligent than her husband, is about to chase him from home. After assuring himself of the complete dedication of the three women of the house, Milo pushes the uncle, who suffers from a heart condition, to an excessive effort with the cook, causing him a heart attack. In this way the boy from the South inherits the villa, the factories, and the women."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7SjmLTzqjUB9IvM-ThIYMPSkyWDXVjR0SBouAuoQ_Yyiagzpw0S0Rs2U5p4wD6OMixwkIppXlJ73lnIxdQ2yid7N_jvjvzy8-TUZVFQPMeUGXhf06kg4WLmD2g4lqF23b0YmiXul35vXQP2daeSIUNeiuUIepGDrojshl494ThnVKRhcjCVp3q4ZtA/s1600/7_V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1600" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7SjmLTzqjUB9IvM-ThIYMPSkyWDXVjR0SBouAuoQ_Yyiagzpw0S0Rs2U5p4wD6OMixwkIppXlJ73lnIxdQ2yid7N_jvjvzy8-TUZVFQPMeUGXhf06kg4WLmD2g4lqF23b0YmiXul35vXQP2daeSIUNeiuUIepGDrojshl494ThnVKRhcjCVp3q4ZtA/s320/7_V1_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Over at <i><a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/v145466">All Movie</a></i>, Clarke Fountain tells it like it is: "Despite the fact that this film has a story about an ambitious but inept nephew who takes over the physical property and women of his rich nobleman uncle, it is mainly constructed to show as much erotic footage of copulating couples as could be managed under Italian censorship laws."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4dObpn1LkdxVQt6A0hwSyCBxYCJK_7pApauXKmd8y3E5_xxSzqxwgV24J3ods3Gkqy-bKvy6o4RFmwRN5IxcJaayDhljV2K0vsdtn7gZ0IfMuitqrZZk4KqYcZBUXS0dl6-kS7Sdwr2d3c7dSFPAPW1sM4rHedQknDVjORTVtp2V_yiUQsiKwUxZbQ/s300/7_guido-and-maurizio-de-angelis-peccati-in-famiglia-Cover-Art.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4dObpn1LkdxVQt6A0hwSyCBxYCJK_7pApauXKmd8y3E5_xxSzqxwgV24J3ods3Gkqy-bKvy6o4RFmwRN5IxcJaayDhljV2K0vsdtn7gZ0IfMuitqrZZk4KqYcZBUXS0dl6-kS7Sdwr2d3c7dSFPAPW1sM4rHedQknDVjORTVtp2V_yiUQsiKwUxZbQ/s1600/7_guido-and-maurizio-de-angelis-peccati-in-famiglia-Cover-Art.webp" width="300" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Theme to <i>Peccati in famiglia</i>,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">by Guido & Maurizio De Angelis:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yWEh0MEouIQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="yWEh0MEouIQ"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dr. Minx</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1975, writ. & dir. Howard Avedis)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2ozoYMls88FavfCbO-Dn-6Pn12sA82LsfUN2ubxZ0xa8vmECMHhXdA_l68g7JqqK7MuS7ikOS4bZn0_j4I-Rr-EEW4BzLXjfkJ2zqdOcYfS_eQktP0md8Z6w2PpYIY1ZQmpgFb9x011NSUtWM6Yr1mEwG0I98SvbEzIhpfvfyCIGeS-XqME6uTujOA/s446/0_DrMinx.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2ozoYMls88FavfCbO-Dn-6Pn12sA82LsfUN2ubxZ0xa8vmECMHhXdA_l68g7JqqK7MuS7ikOS4bZn0_j4I-Rr-EEW4BzLXjfkJ2zqdOcYfS_eQktP0md8Z6w2PpYIY1ZQmpgFb9x011NSUtWM6Yr1mEwG0I98SvbEzIhpfvfyCIGeS-XqME6uTujOA/s320/0_DrMinx.jpg" width="215" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Not to be confused with <b>The Minx </b>(1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FI9C6_SO3NU&ab_channel=ModernHarmonic">trailer</a>), a much earlier film flop that was given a second life by adding sex scenes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnFkx4NLfxwWBPl3ZKkf1gQBRfxlj5IOPMfal-xFNqzpD4WHfZc_KZ-geFW1YNJCubLVEj0Y3aJOJ-2rfW4WdInvxiK6sreFUQThujn78qVNPaC3cIl9013HHU4vb_O4QkuUyIciGeI40hEbEd12Lw6odjfKDYK1uGLUAKv5yiK9rtATrLGlveVecMw/s1200/8_49301-dr-minx.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="794" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnFkx4NLfxwWBPl3ZKkf1gQBRfxlj5IOPMfal-xFNqzpD4WHfZc_KZ-geFW1YNJCubLVEj0Y3aJOJ-2rfW4WdInvxiK6sreFUQThujn78qVNPaC3cIl9013HHU4vb_O4QkuUyIciGeI40hEbEd12Lw6odjfKDYK1uGLUAKv5yiK9rtATrLGlveVecMw/s320/8_49301-dr-minx.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Shooting title: <b>Dr. Vixen</b> — we wonder why. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187582098/howard-avedis">Howard Avedis</a> (25 May 1927 – 25 October 2017), born Hikmet Labib Avedis in Baghdad, received his MA in cinema at USC, where he was supposedly one of the top students of his year. After graduation, he eventually returned to Iran, where he made a variety of movies mostly unknown and unscreened outside that country, some perhaps even lost films by now (war tends to do that to things). By 1972, however, he was back in Los Angeles with his second wife, actress Marlene Schmidt, Miss Germany & Miss Universe of 1961, who had roles (usually small ones) in every movie Avedis made after 1968 (including two Iraqi films). That's her below.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rTCtIzE5Jp6Q6GUI4p6E_Zn5QQh8ssF3jVM9QfpTwrsfI8gO-k0P3OvgmFFL5Av30UWDLBrdqNqaU5kID2aGZspHw1ZLb5Mg6ajIka0PCH3epwTKQgVS5r9plrbwHEQvGdnPYIFiBR-Vf45Y9YSgQ5m1ZjxzjWmWKm_AS1fbFtYWV1CGYWMazvUcKA/s1076/8_Marlene.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="812" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rTCtIzE5Jp6Q6GUI4p6E_Zn5QQh8ssF3jVM9QfpTwrsfI8gO-k0P3OvgmFFL5Av30UWDLBrdqNqaU5kID2aGZspHw1ZLb5Mg6ajIka0PCH3epwTKQgVS5r9plrbwHEQvGdnPYIFiBR-Vf45Y9YSgQ5m1ZjxzjWmWKm_AS1fbFtYWV1CGYWMazvUcKA/s320/8_Marlene.jpg" width="241" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And what movies </span><span style="font-family: courier;">Hikmet Labib Avedis </span><span style="font-family: courier;">made back in the US of A! As of 1972, Avedis specialized low-budget exploitation of all genres, and up until his death he produced a string of memorable (if sometimes basically bad and often over-plotted) trash films which, while fun and trashy, seldom held what their advertising campaigns promised. His most popular and famous is probably the trash classic <b>The Teacher </b>(1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2UsnbFl_ys&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>), but other "high points" include <b>The Stepmother</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQp1l1-8u7g&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>Scorchy </b>(1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6m0BnAGbGLs&ab_channel=Shout%21Studios">trailer</a>) and <b>Mortuary </b>(1986 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCb4y5WOvIk&ab_channel=MulticomEntertainment">trailer</a>). <b>Dr.</b> <b>Minx </b>is one of his middling movies, but it still is a "fun" watch that reflects his trashy auteur tendencies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8A7Adnc7fn-I7PSupSvTxTdkD3QMcV1BNLR9-rbsl9y64pQcqvz5Yk0pLJ1vGhUy0aiAUSOJ6Nr_d3D_SafY0HXEFGpSI9GvZwoAteatv3yY005OoxN5r1mABEcLLRwSsEarjbDTQra4uZAFu34YH5j5VaDZAk5mO-4uYbdrlrmne6Mkq4y4YjIsRQ/s320/8_drm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="232" data-original-width="320" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8A7Adnc7fn-I7PSupSvTxTdkD3QMcV1BNLR9-rbsl9y64pQcqvz5Yk0pLJ1vGhUy0aiAUSOJ6Nr_d3D_SafY0HXEFGpSI9GvZwoAteatv3yY005OoxN5r1mABEcLLRwSsEarjbDTQra4uZAFu34YH5j5VaDZAk5mO-4uYbdrlrmne6Mkq4y4YjIsRQ/s1600/8_drm.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dr. Minx</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eoNoj8fntz4" width="320" youtube-src-id="eoNoj8fntz4"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As <i><a href="http://www.videozetaone.com/2018/05/dr-minx-1975.html">Video Zeta One</a></i> points out, "His movies are [...] chock full of WTF moments. To watch a Howard Avedis movie is to wonder what the fuck just happened. He takes what should be a cookie-cutter run-of-the-mill story that should not even register on the crazy radar, and inject wildly nonsensical and weird moments (with plentiful nudity). [...] And, like every Howard Avedis movie [...], <b>Dr. Minx</b> is definitely worth a watch, but never a repeat viewing." WTF moments of <b>Dr. Minx</b> include the notably over-aged "teenagers", one of whom suddenly dresses and goes all Colombo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnk7lF1Ae3uI8SSlbrECWHw1ZcdBXXArgCkXEVLxQoiSfbXka4RUnR2gJ0pFCWlVg8mKyMoK2Bye3pYguDCx-ekiWSokvt4qnQilx05aSs4AiHDGZjtV29dJ51UyI8CvI6azA5W1AiDZ_PwcX2ROpcEyC_5CI8NPs036xjMUir25Qw5EVFUxwHuLXfQ/s450/0_progressive.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="450" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnk7lF1Ae3uI8SSlbrECWHw1ZcdBXXArgCkXEVLxQoiSfbXka4RUnR2gJ0pFCWlVg8mKyMoK2Bye3pYguDCx-ekiWSokvt4qnQilx05aSs4AiHDGZjtV29dJ51UyI8CvI6azA5W1AiDZ_PwcX2ROpcEyC_5CI8NPs036xjMUir25Qw5EVFUxwHuLXfQ/s320/0_progressive.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Another thing Avedis also liked was putting females characters in focus, and <b>Dr. Minx </b>can be seen as a "part of an unofficial trilogy from director Hikmet (a.k.a. Howard) Avedis that also includes <b>The Stepmother</b> and <b>The Teacher</b>. All three films revolve around an older woman seducing a much younger man. Unfortunately, all of them contain way too much plot that gets in the way of the business at hand. [<i><a href="https://thevideovacuum.blogspot.com/2021/02/dr-minx-1975.html">Video Vacuum</a></i>]" His films, even when the lead character was male, generally also featured a strong female or female focus, even if the women were younger or didn't get it on with "younger men".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XuUhBJA9cFtmzpOX-WrdbKNvhEm43EQYRmjY_LMjg7q_DhsXh-Ji9lqFr-PqdB0Hl0rGpqr3euqcXiqEjTzF04KG1wYYrTJ39dnbjWPnPH9lK54Od_LSOfZMQmsJsE0P2xXHLIZ9gH3U-L5aTtsZePh6IIRss4n8FL6uSEFQ5Hs4OWKzjFQ66u5noA/s600/0_DrM_l960.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="600" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XuUhBJA9cFtmzpOX-WrdbKNvhEm43EQYRmjY_LMjg7q_DhsXh-Ji9lqFr-PqdB0Hl0rGpqr3euqcXiqEjTzF04KG1wYYrTJ39dnbjWPnPH9lK54Od_LSOfZMQmsJsE0P2xXHLIZ9gH3U-L5aTtsZePh6IIRss4n8FL6uSEFQ5Hs4OWKzjFQ66u5noA/s320/0_DrM_l960.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As for "too much plot that gets in the way of the business at hand", well, take a look at the full plot description supplied on the original one-sheet found, naturally enough, at the <i><a href="http://www.onesheetindex.com/movie_posters/sexploitation/dr_minx_8235.html">One-Sheet Index</a></i>, which actually clarifies aspects that are hazy in the film (like did she or didn't she kill her husband?):</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihOfMHtOW_1oTHf1ToFD7GxKthliihmshrZ5hWoAqzZ2LvxN1fAZnI3Z1A0g_74pePvWJ_ExJY6uLRIR4GTjSaoISmEFL9qf_Ym3qCjYm6zWLXpbp7MxvC812JFC_25AnutNDCbz6VCmIt97giBXvAGzHO3MOW7xtUfK9dgQJw8C7IZBXMn1fJ6ks2uQ/s420/0_Dr.%20Minx0.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="332" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihOfMHtOW_1oTHf1ToFD7GxKthliihmshrZ5hWoAqzZ2LvxN1fAZnI3Z1A0g_74pePvWJ_ExJY6uLRIR4GTjSaoISmEFL9qf_Ym3qCjYm6zWLXpbp7MxvC812JFC_25AnutNDCbz6VCmIt97giBXvAGzHO3MOW7xtUfK9dgQJw8C7IZBXMn1fJ6ks2uQ/s320/0_Dr.%20Minx0.png" width="253" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Beautiful, young Carol (Edy Williams), a small town doctor, inherits a large sum of money when her older husband dies mysteriously. When she discovers that her fiancée Guss Dolan (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/229324717/william-smith">William Smith</a> [24 Mar 1933 – 5 Jul 2021], below not from the film, of <b>Black Samson </b>[1974] with <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/01/rip-carol-speed.html">Carol Speed</a></b> and <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/08/babe-of-yesteryear-marilyn-joi-part-ii.html"><b>Marilyn Joi</b></a>) has murdered her husband to get control of the family fortune, Carol, enraged, calls off the engagement and threatens to go to the police. But she does not reckon with Guss, who claims to have a tape proving Carol's complicity in the murder, and proceeds to blackmail her to the tune of $50,000.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkYs19djZlNJFcpEDLFecGVUiRsSsMa3gH11gVNsLICoQrL7yLxMay9RJfsT3xGcmmWqR7V_rFcuVpn230BqDoZBHujeubbIGRmnDO31aUFkyhApV_XEjp7c8W4WEjQn07gXgFCpyV1vBpIQ2ONhl36kc0y4s2PzYRrJyFqRX8b5ifeghaOz2XycpBw/s400/8_W.Smith2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="298" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkYs19djZlNJFcpEDLFecGVUiRsSsMa3gH11gVNsLICoQrL7yLxMay9RJfsT3xGcmmWqR7V_rFcuVpn230BqDoZBHujeubbIGRmnDO31aUFkyhApV_XEjp7c8W4WEjQn07gXgFCpyV1vBpIQ2ONhl36kc0y4s2PzYRrJyFqRX8b5ifeghaOz2XycpBw/s320/8_W.Smith2.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Frightened and upset, Carol drives to the hospital and her car collides with two young men on a motorcycle — Brian (Randy Boone of <b>Terminal Island</b> [1973], with <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Phyllis Davis</b></a>) and his best friend, David (Harvey Jason of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/01/necromancy-witching-usa-1972.html">Necromancy</a> </b>[1972]). Brian is badly injured and Carol drives him to the hospital, where she treats him herself. A tender relationship develops between Carol and Brian and, as they see more and more of each other, David grows extremely jealous. In time, Carol confides in Brian the whole story about the murder and the blackmail, and when she goes to Guss's house to make the final payment, Brian insists on accompanying her. He waits outside in the car for what seems an unbearable time, and taking Carol's gun from the glove compartment of her car, creeps up to the window of the house to see what's happening. Guss and Carol are involved in a violent fight, and when he sees Guss pull a gun on Carol, Brian impulsively fires at Guss, killing him.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BXn57ti5vBDHFFOQMUjouBwoldCFzGIo919aBttWJ-Ecg3Amoj4N2WfXagV4gOzgA864budUl1tHn-mtWWA5OCZ36V6HIN7C9JQvc8a2kwh3s1LdZqqDP9ipFWoOZe0sgQMfv9HTV0kpp5FDuwFJ3MMNsOGOmRkzOe-Fgng89myOqE8totAfvCu9Mg/s393/0_%2011-58-55%20Dr.%20Minx.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="393" data-original-width="347" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BXn57ti5vBDHFFOQMUjouBwoldCFzGIo919aBttWJ-Ecg3Amoj4N2WfXagV4gOzgA864budUl1tHn-mtWWA5OCZ36V6HIN7C9JQvc8a2kwh3s1LdZqqDP9ipFWoOZe0sgQMfv9HTV0kpp5FDuwFJ3MMNsOGOmRkzOe-Fgng89myOqE8totAfvCu9Mg/s320/0_%2011-58-55%20Dr.%20Minx.png" width="283" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In a panic, the lovers decide to bury Guss's body in the woods behind Carol's house but, unknown to them, David has witnessed the whole thing. Fulfilling his lifelong ambition to be a crack detective, David decides to handle the case himself, rather than go immediately to the police, and advises Brian to give Carol up and tell the police that it was she who killed Guss. Brian refuses, and David goes off to fetch the Sheriff (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1720/alvy-moore">Alvy Moore</a> [5 Dec 1921 – 4 May 1997] of <b>Intruder</b> [1989 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_wQdP52Lng&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>], <b>Scream</b> [1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXD8_o84QDk&ab_channel=ripherhole">trailer</a>], <b>The Brotherhood of Satan</b> [1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JktaoMupnt4&ab_channel=MovieTrailerFan1980">trailer</a>] and <b>The Witchmaker</b> [1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I14VdVBAVGs&ab_channel=Midnight1dotcom">trailer</a>]).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHHJY4Zh3QboV8HfWhqhFzQOwaI7uvPTDAEegu7gMUor0AZCxNZLpYtvwryRlhpBHgC7VOuBgytcpzw1aA5e-2qHcUdoxEcfvVGlROBcrnDkBMEjw7fVDH7j_UJmauKOJmV_AlFTuNReBRfD_B6N4Ylr3cZVovOy2jaIbfPwSJz2AU5CaiBlIK09CUw/s511/0_%20Dr.%20Minx%20(1975)1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="271" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHHJY4Zh3QboV8HfWhqhFzQOwaI7uvPTDAEegu7gMUor0AZCxNZLpYtvwryRlhpBHgC7VOuBgytcpzw1aA5e-2qHcUdoxEcfvVGlROBcrnDkBMEjw7fVDH7j_UJmauKOJmV_AlFTuNReBRfD_B6N4Ylr3cZVovOy2jaIbfPwSJz2AU5CaiBlIK09CUw/s320/0_%20Dr.%20Minx%20(1975)1.png" width="170" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Now really frightened, Brian and Carol dig up the corpse and take it out to the desert and burn it. In the meantime, David arrives at Carol's house with the Sheriff, only to find the lovers and the body gone. Understandably, the Sheriff is annoyed at what he thinks is a practical joke, and David is humiliated.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPR99K_rwsKcSM-FjefnCTYi0zpL_4lCqM4FoBjqYwR6qgPY2rr4Yy0hk_wtp-8uV6vyE2wTLNHYb3XXTU76IfmiRPcYredQg7ozRX9rq473Vlq5X4nV8ANFFi0je0TLZjtqraH_kle2-j93ZqHQyaIEyPPIHo8hRrvZeqt-P2WeHcVHo8aqjdAeEqAA/s331/0_DRM_Turkish).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="206" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPR99K_rwsKcSM-FjefnCTYi0zpL_4lCqM4FoBjqYwR6qgPY2rr4Yy0hk_wtp-8uV6vyE2wTLNHYb3XXTU76IfmiRPcYredQg7ozRX9rq473Vlq5X4nV8ANFFi0je0TLZjtqraH_kle2-j93ZqHQyaIEyPPIHo8hRrvZeqt-P2WeHcVHo8aqjdAeEqAA/s320/0_DRM_Turkish).png" width="199" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"When Carol and Brian return from their grueling experience in the desert, David is still at the house, crushed because his big chance has been spoiled. But he still has an ace up his sleeve — Guss's watch, which he found at Carol's house the night of the murder. When he reveals this evidence, Brian impulsively jumps David, and a fight ensues, during which David pulls a gun and shoots his friend. Carol rushes Brian to the hospital, but there is little she can do for him by this time, and he dies in her arms. As Carol takes one last look at Brian, she realizes that he truly loved her."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8BwAdqoMrIoY4ftGAEWfGvdWldp6jS1ep54M4PikwHbhW4sv8qiZvpPHb3Yys3eVbbfVVGv0FtbMPpkerxzfqr3GENL8NLkd54eT15Q4bfLeg5Pik-Ynnh8J_Wj9CnXc1z85ow3UWDOS3h2fx5-lF5VD04pPr_jt5_pEKvFKhBL4HJWFBRFrSQevcw/s640/8_Dr.%20Minx.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="423" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8BwAdqoMrIoY4ftGAEWfGvdWldp6jS1ep54M4PikwHbhW4sv8qiZvpPHb3Yys3eVbbfVVGv0FtbMPpkerxzfqr3GENL8NLkd54eT15Q4bfLeg5Pik-Ynnh8J_Wj9CnXc1z85ow3UWDOS3h2fx5-lF5VD04pPr_jt5_pEKvFKhBL4HJWFBRFrSQevcw/s320/8_Dr.%20Minx.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As for Williams's thespian abilities, <i><a href="https://every70smovie.blogspot.com/2017/12/dr-minx-1975.html">Every 70s Movie</a></i> is blunt: "Notorious for her carnal abandon in onetime husband Russ Meyer's movies and for cavorting naked at Cannes, Z-lister Edy Williams earned what appears to have been her first and last starring role outside adult films with this sloppy comedy/drama/thriller hybrid. Her mesmerizingly bad performance is the only reason to watch the movie, and it's especially fun to watch her share the screen with B-movie icon William Smith. In other contexts, Smith's acting often seems limited, but when performing alongside Williams, he seems like a member of the Royal Shakespeare Company."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJwEKLPOe8IyRSWjj85MR4apZPbboRPUVm9UmPbEoJvNGjiyOVEmg5XJoYLvSKn-92GVgoYBAMhdEx7I2w2bl67WOx764ixLmwJz8fzw_Ch6N5WYK64noSpxEvTAOrbvnWKh2kraPXv7nOt7omeQ0EAAeXRilN2brY9Ww5NlnTEM7NGknHFaMkEx2FQ/s717/0_%20Dr.%20Minx%20(1975).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="717" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJwEKLPOe8IyRSWjj85MR4apZPbboRPUVm9UmPbEoJvNGjiyOVEmg5XJoYLvSKn-92GVgoYBAMhdEx7I2w2bl67WOx764ixLmwJz8fzw_Ch6N5WYK64noSpxEvTAOrbvnWKh2kraPXv7nOt7omeQ0EAAeXRilN2brY9Ww5NlnTEM7NGknHFaMkEx2FQ/s320/0_%20Dr.%20Minx%20(1975).png" width="320" /></a></div>As for Smith, in an interview with <a href="https://archive.org/stream/ShockCinema121998/Shock%20Cinema%2012%20%281998%29_djvu.txt"><i>Shock Cinema</i></a>, he said of Williams, "What a trial she was, Jesus... Why did they think she could act at all? Every time she said a line, it looked like the first time she read it, like she was five years old or something. A real sing-song."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JyH90PJVzfVjT9ChzT5gri0jPOcGY6futZEd7qAI4ZSbKmijgS___6zAKptRl1xNPMZHb7i9LAPLqYsiK4NqeUzyN_b8JqXLKME8Ghqz1WHHSxf15cEhgm2pS2W0k7hXg_BF2UgUTVOZkd2TsZFkUKX5F6Bpb3L3dGtAxx8uBFshI07qlxLDygiXLA/s640/8_dr.%20minx%20ad%20mat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="640" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JyH90PJVzfVjT9ChzT5gri0jPOcGY6futZEd7qAI4ZSbKmijgS___6zAKptRl1xNPMZHb7i9LAPLqYsiK4NqeUzyN_b8JqXLKME8Ghqz1WHHSxf15cEhgm2pS2W0k7hXg_BF2UgUTVOZkd2TsZFkUKX5F6Bpb3L3dGtAxx8uBFshI07qlxLDygiXLA/s320/8_dr.%20minx%20ad%20mat.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Somewhere along the way, <b>Dr. Minx </b>got released on a double bill with the regional cheapie, <b>Cheering Section</b> (1977). Later, scenes from <b>Dr Minx</b> were added to Ken Dixon's boobapedic videos, <b>Famous T & A</b> (1982), and <b>The Best of Sex and Violence </b>(1982).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDRAhVB6eXKrqkCNJ15jVv5pJrkdiWadyDpKNX2f3GxkiXPrOYzPZAAS2HWjnneMq9YzQ5BSeQfedt8GViO_xMUd9r7QvwSnRyda61AUjf5793dLPPRseOpYNsgLrW_BtemIlVDwvgGj2mQTqwFAYdJWShVEJILi_jo3AE9Qx4U_nPQuCZY46qaCa0w/s1600/0_CS_s-l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1066" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDRAhVB6eXKrqkCNJ15jVv5pJrkdiWadyDpKNX2f3GxkiXPrOYzPZAAS2HWjnneMq9YzQ5BSeQfedt8GViO_xMUd9r7QvwSnRyda61AUjf5793dLPPRseOpYNsgLrW_BtemIlVDwvgGj2mQTqwFAYdJWShVEJILi_jo3AE9Qx4U_nPQuCZY46qaCa0w/s320/0_CS_s-l1600.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Cheering Section</i>:</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EB3o2RRz46M" width="320" youtube-src-id="EB3o2RRz46M"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1977, dir. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/william.a.levey/">William A. Levey</a>)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VesopeKCYVrzdLKjjl_UpCOutbPsEoriHCuJb6HqYjgrJm8sLNPJte4qFwvdELHKYlmLkfzi2W-RM3pz7lyGe6aUbV8OphRNs1f7T7ydNUMqC0-pkQQarMj5GirtxzNSz58_ndqbuNyhAIMhGmiPvD89qtGhp8ceq7TjScR00tupfu6mBQJpPJYBzQ/s400/9_HappyHooker1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="264" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VesopeKCYVrzdLKjjl_UpCOutbPsEoriHCuJb6HqYjgrJm8sLNPJte4qFwvdELHKYlmLkfzi2W-RM3pz7lyGe6aUbV8OphRNs1f7T7ydNUMqC0-pkQQarMj5GirtxzNSz58_ndqbuNyhAIMhGmiPvD89qtGhp8ceq7TjScR00tupfu6mBQJpPJYBzQ/s320/9_HappyHooker1.jpg" width="211" /></a><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Opening credits to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YXsLfxiP0Sw" width="320" youtube-src-id="YXsLfxiP0Sw"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Edy Williams appears in this movie as "Professor Simmons", you even see her all of a half of a second in the trailer standing next to Joey Heatherton in a lab scene. We took a long look at this movie for the first time back in October 2020, in our <i>Babe of Yesteryear </i>review, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/10/babe-of-yesteryear-marilyn-joi-part-iv.html"><b>Marilyn Joi Part IV: 1977-80</b></a> (that's Marilyn Joi below), where we wrote way more than what we excerpt below...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>She served her country... the only way she knew how!</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtxJsauTs6U8nBHpvTv78s7kuk0ygvYXWVeJdCCiTfOFG1jWU0v3iRgePb0wbif0HvdfDqO1bm0NNGWvvLpJPOuvN3uJXBGZ_m5XD1NW1XkdgEtqarsbujWAQiaYIJ9Pyyn8xmAi3Sxw1-nNu5WBLipnkPsZ83ZbuWj_8BK-qnjCDQlFsG7-_ZsmBGw/s400/9_HappyHooker6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="400" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtxJsauTs6U8nBHpvTv78s7kuk0ygvYXWVeJdCCiTfOFG1jWU0v3iRgePb0wbif0HvdfDqO1bm0NNGWvvLpJPOuvN3uJXBGZ_m5XD1NW1XkdgEtqarsbujWAQiaYIJ9Pyyn8xmAi3Sxw1-nNu5WBLipnkPsZ83ZbuWj_8BK-qnjCDQlFsG7-_ZsmBGw/s320/9_HappyHooker6.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As one can imagine, the movie's title does not refer to the state. This is an early documentary about <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVYEuqr0hAI&ab_channel=TheDailyShow">Donald Trump</a>, the titular hooker of the title who goes to Washington... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouGUVNSGPkXsakJNwZBZ7kcAtc6OVioZRh7DuTOjwS9ui4goUB_VbXn07eJ4ymwi8yz1NiXRaNNIsebB_qQmhiFcn-kMUQ_nyiuus8h5OUa1sHTC9WptKrbSEAd6tQjnhTX6zZbp-DY3B8aoKeLjOTAYlEbtTT36hGXp_HRQ7V2v4p8-BmV3aYSomlA/s400/9_HappyHooker2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="180" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouGUVNSGPkXsakJNwZBZ7kcAtc6OVioZRh7DuTOjwS9ui4goUB_VbXn07eJ4ymwi8yz1NiXRaNNIsebB_qQmhiFcn-kMUQ_nyiuus8h5OUa1sHTC9WptKrbSEAd6tQjnhTX6zZbp-DY3B8aoKeLjOTAYlEbtTT36hGXp_HRQ7V2v4p8-BmV3aYSomlA/s320/9_HappyHooker2.jpg" width="144" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">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,<b> The Happy Hooker</b>, go <a href="http://mostlycrappybooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-fiction-happy-hooker.html">here</a> at our currently semi-dead blogspot <i><a href="http://mostlycrappybooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-fiction-happy-hooker.html">Mostly Crappy Books</a></i>.) Incongruent to the poster tagline, Xaviera's [home] country is the Netherlands.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqPEqyCrBiITINXfwQtEbpSjT7JgxkBh24QPCjRd7u6HslPN0YcH2QsNgkQQpkTAQZQFf0wgcr-rliUpKWcnzsqOFqZ7bF4VqPtfv_xb8b9TThd7rOqNcGPEOvNxTJUunRjsHUwjLFhKDJc0wXgw9y-m8yyVM_p1aINn2aBnY9kcgoHSC23HUHm5C1A/s200/9_HappyHooker4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="144" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqPEqyCrBiITINXfwQtEbpSjT7JgxkBh24QPCjRd7u6HslPN0YcH2QsNgkQQpkTAQZQFf0wgcr-rliUpKWcnzsqOFqZ7bF4VqPtfv_xb8b9TThd7rOqNcGPEOvNxTJUunRjsHUwjLFhKDJc0wXgw9y-m8yyVM_p1aINn2aBnY9kcgoHSC23HUHm5C1A/s1600/9_HappyHooker4.jpg" width="144" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Xaviera's first book was filmed in 1975 (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Rfe68YgFaU">scene</a>), starring <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/154539085/lynn-redgrave">Lynn Redgrave</a>, and since the movie was a financial success a sequel was greenlighted. Redgrave bailed on the decidedly more low-rent sequel, <b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</b>, 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 remained) on the skids. This sequel was followed roughly three years later by <b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Hollywood</b> (1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHvr9Xu1QO0&pp=ygUqVGhlIEhhcHB5IEhvb2tlciBHb2VzIHRvIEhvbGx5d29vZCB0cmFpbGVy&ab_channel=TrailerWorld">trailer</a>), which we took a look at in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/08/rip-dick-miller-part-v-1977-80.html">Part V</a></b> of our <b>R.I.P. Career Review of Dick Miller</b>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6n-A8x_SUWziOwD70uqWnm3ZlKOkEVaVaX_9XGs5ZuduRoxh3bQkrUDd53koIctXxAFr26qW_4Ir4keGk9hWY6HMxqbBpdjaEOxfFfWe6UvR4e2g2HaO2eHvfVKBh4N7b6XciiA5vnMjRJu0ZjJUhYDaTBmdMFWt3GKiIzQ7uwmp8Kcy4m5Nc9nYwPQ/s450/0_joey-heatherton-gone-the-road-i-took-to-you-Cover-Art.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="447" data-original-width="450" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6n-A8x_SUWziOwD70uqWnm3ZlKOkEVaVaX_9XGs5ZuduRoxh3bQkrUDd53koIctXxAFr26qW_4Ir4keGk9hWY6HMxqbBpdjaEOxfFfWe6UvR4e2g2HaO2eHvfVKBh4N7b6XciiA5vnMjRJu0ZjJUhYDaTBmdMFWt3GKiIzQ7uwmp8Kcy4m5Nc9nYwPQ/s320/0_joey-heatherton-gone-the-road-i-took-to-you-Cover-Art.webp" width="320" /></a></div>Joey Heatherton's 1972 semi-hit single,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Gone</i>:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3Ih1hA696zU" width="320" youtube-src-id="3Ih1hA696zU"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Director William A. Levey will forever have a place in film history for his first directorial project, the anti-classic that is <b>Blackenstein </b>(1973 / trailer below), and also be at least fondly remembered as the scriptwriter and director of the <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/12/rip-harry-h-novak-part-xi-19741975.html"><b>Harry Novak</b></a>-produced grindhouse comedy (with an uncredited <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b>), <b>Wham Bam Thank You Spaceman </b>(1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSqD9dKn4Bk&ab_channel=ScottyF.M.Glenn">theme</a>) — oh, yeah, an additional claim to fame: Deborah Winger's first feature film appearance is in his dull comedy, <b>Slumber Party '57</b> (1976 / <a href="https://www.fdb.cz/film/slumber-party-57/trailery/72255">scene</a>). Scriptwriter Robert Kaufman (22 Mar 1931 – 21 Nov 1991) wrote better movies than this one, like <b>Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine </b>(1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfTCgMWmwE4">trailer</a>) and <b>Ski Party</b> (1965, see <b>Dick Miller <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/04/rip-dick-miller-part-ii-1961-67.html">Part II</a></b>). </span><span style="font-family: courier;">Levey </span><span style="font-family: courier;">was a specialist of sophomoric humor, most of which dates badly. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhph1VFjr0XNmXOrMjZTaNrhi4Jy3mQeakOfPzfJZAjWhOOLS8Cvqsx7qORNgU0gJDxw7kE3rtXg0eGz3VCHxcSDPuN8eST61GuATB5A5sMg33rVm5aZubA0ayclyo57ic1XW9hWAC50kFTcNwPGT0qRu33uSUGinpoKEQDLlo-giRnxOvF0z8LSB7ezA/s1521/0_blackenstein-md-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1521" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhph1VFjr0XNmXOrMjZTaNrhi4Jy3mQeakOfPzfJZAjWhOOLS8Cvqsx7qORNgU0gJDxw7kE3rtXg0eGz3VCHxcSDPuN8eST61GuATB5A5sMg33rVm5aZubA0ayclyo57ic1XW9hWAC50kFTcNwPGT0qRu33uSUGinpoKEQDLlo-giRnxOvF0z8LSB7ezA/s320/0_blackenstein-md-web.jpg" width="202" /></a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Blackenstein</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZRkboIRD23Y" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZRkboIRD23Y"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As the <i><a href="http://www.thespinningimage.co.uk/cultfilms/displaycultfilm.asp?reviewid=2256">Spinning Image</a></i> 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." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dH4PpBw5BWkwAA8ceTdkHrB1sn6tk3Pzh_yuPBsFsQTWFTXSWSccC6_Tca9warZPUoLf312nEvCAD2I8NFHKgjQa4_pTvjc44OVPqeGGesKZI9NwerwVZUqNSAcxDAtqrhs2w7EHrPu_ZDxs7GP3r0IuolQ2ouX0R1tY0FjkJtfqxQLG0D8e2yCvqA/s400/9_HappyHooker8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="248" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dH4PpBw5BWkwAA8ceTdkHrB1sn6tk3Pzh_yuPBsFsQTWFTXSWSccC6_Tca9warZPUoLf312nEvCAD2I8NFHKgjQa4_pTvjc44OVPqeGGesKZI9NwerwVZUqNSAcxDAtqrhs2w7EHrPu_ZDxs7GP3r0IuolQ2ouX0R1tY0FjkJtfqxQLG0D8e2yCvqA/s320/9_HappyHooker8.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">But Hamilton isn't the only odd and/or recognizable face in the movie: "<b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</b> (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 <b>Bewitched </b>(both Darrins, same boss)? He's in it. The frenetic corporal on <b>F Troop</b> (1965-67 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihcd1XInF24">opening credits</a>)? In it. [...] <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Barty">Billy Frickin' Barty</a> 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. [...] Other members of the marvelous cast include Uncle Martin from <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lf5Chh88dXE&list=PLUA67WdDryK3_yNcGQ71hq585ZfHeYSs9">My Favorite Martian</a></b> (1963-66), Gunther "Ooh-Ooh" Toody from <b>Car 54</b> (1961-63 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTkuTgLHaHo">intro</a>), Odd Job from <b>Goldfinger </b>(1964 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA65V-oLKa8">trailer</a>), Rip Taylor from <b>The $1.98 Beauty Show</b> (1978-80 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMQSLW3gA_k">what?</a>), and Phil Foster and Jack Carter, who were required to be on TV every minute in the 70s. [...] Raven Delacroix (see: <b>Up!</b> in <b>Uschi, <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/04/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digart-part.html">Part IX</a></b>), a staple of 70s nudie movies, has a short, uncredited part. [...] Two of Xaviera's girls... including the one who has gone missing... are played by former Hefmates. They are Miss May for 1973, <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Bonnie_Large" target="_blank">Bonnie Large</a>, and for 1974, <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Pamela_Zinszer" target="_blank">Pamela Zinszer</a>. [...] <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html?zx=9c9f8564c8336ee2"><b>Cissie Cameron-Colpitts</b></a>, Dawn Clark and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/10/babe-of-yesteryear-marilyn-joi-part-iv.html">Marilyn Joi</a></b> provide the bulk of the exposure. [...] You'd never guess the names, but you might recognize the... uh, faces. [<a href="http://www.scoopy.com/happyhookerwashington.htm" target="_blank"><i>Movie House Commentary</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5xpTx9hwQ_C60adtAkWvOTqyI8tuFBH5OjdVj0gaX1-G4-tX9_DWPEMkRmIwZoROFEnjjY5CUKPUlWPW-ictOihMpgjjY7ywKnNkb3f_tnIHzMS-SkQrxXEl731MoOBPZCwYHx3uAKb10N8fQI3NusIrDE9uhX2IPMfQm-FuPf28o5bDuWEmZjcRCA/s300/9_HappyHooker.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="186" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5xpTx9hwQ_C60adtAkWvOTqyI8tuFBH5OjdVj0gaX1-G4-tX9_DWPEMkRmIwZoROFEnjjY5CUKPUlWPW-ictOihMpgjjY7ywKnNkb3f_tnIHzMS-SkQrxXEl731MoOBPZCwYHx3uAKb10N8fQI3NusIrDE9uhX2IPMfQm-FuPf28o5bDuWEmZjcRCA/s1600/9_HappyHooker.jpg" width="186" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Interestingly enough, <i>Movie House Commentary</i> caught the uncredited, few-seconds appearance of Raven Delacroix, but completely missed Edy Williams. In fact, not one review of the movie anywhere that we could find makes mention of Edy Williams — so don't blink when you watch the trailer, or you'll miss her silent, smiling presence. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58nXeqMzcdtUGSp16ZBRTG0bS6cdRFFlkiENlM5Meq1mPfzRcgXPGxa6WkpKL1CStbnyEM8mq-uTYgoyubbV10WsCp0iMPAMS-BY-P-dGTnarO0g9Gsh_EDd4DHlPhyphenhyphenqSxnn1deVbWNnc21l9MRN4R1WD69AmKNVleG4x_Ivcx5_FNOUIgDamKQ92Aw/s400/9_HappyHooker5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="400" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58nXeqMzcdtUGSp16ZBRTG0bS6cdRFFlkiENlM5Meq1mPfzRcgXPGxa6WkpKL1CStbnyEM8mq-uTYgoyubbV10WsCp0iMPAMS-BY-P-dGTnarO0g9Gsh_EDd4DHlPhyphenhyphenqSxnn1deVbWNnc21l9MRN4R1WD69AmKNVleG4x_Ivcx5_FNOUIgDamKQ92Aw/s320/9_HappyHooker5.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/88MR0E-FzMI" width="320" youtube-src-id="88MR0E-FzMI"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</b> is just bad. It's boring. The acting is terrible. The jokes fall flat. [...] 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 <b>Dancing with the Stars</b>,' 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 <b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</b>.) [<a href="https://unobtainium13.com/2015/01/27/shattered-politics-40-the-happy-hooker-goes-to-washington-dir-by-william-a-levey/"><i>Through a</i> <i>Shattered Lens</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWLoyP6NDunugmyBABkHhSYD1JnhCsRGt517dOlU1fkD4pFVwBzTVHlfysL4O2bV5FJIx00CZ9LvmEO5j2zMk2RyrN6OgP05mJohDORLunLYFOz9AATWBtn9AdRsodfa_tIIiOXfdDG3PRbICZuh9HMrD63hHJqfC4skpEbK9O7d-Gw-UpB928Gc56g/s320/9_HappyHooker3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWLoyP6NDunugmyBABkHhSYD1JnhCsRGt517dOlU1fkD4pFVwBzTVHlfysL4O2bV5FJIx00CZ9LvmEO5j2zMk2RyrN6OgP05mJohDORLunLYFOz9AATWBtn9AdRsodfa_tIIiOXfdDG3PRbICZuh9HMrD63hHJqfC4skpEbK9O7d-Gw-UpB928Gc56g/s1600/9_HappyHooker3.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The <a href="https://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/917159.html"><i>Video Vacuum</i></a>, which admits that what they liked about the movie "doesn't necessarily make for a good movie", saw some positive things on the screen: "<b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</b> 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 <b>Blackenstein</b>. 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 <b>Goes to Washington </b>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."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMtoP5FeyoYvvKgSsCGs1xDzDBKkYTqVDh8ucebewueKetE_oPRJmdxDGtF6JEd-BmJGsPr__dRLgzhtkODfrhX-6zDrhPrhMkYSL2GAg-B5r0JwVs8F7fQky1twO87gg51hw-18Fx7LwxAEMOjBizeOnCaYT6BV3i1kN5noXfy0Ws-g0wB-Ds0WHOw/s382/9_HappyHooker9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="266" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIMtoP5FeyoYvvKgSsCGs1xDzDBKkYTqVDh8ucebewueKetE_oPRJmdxDGtF6JEd-BmJGsPr__dRLgzhtkODfrhX-6zDrhPrhMkYSL2GAg-B5r0JwVs8F7fQky1twO87gg51hw-18Fx7LwxAEMOjBizeOnCaYT6BV3i1kN5noXfy0Ws-g0wB-Ds0WHOw/s320/9_HappyHooker9.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At least at the <a href="http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/40884">Family Drive-in</a> at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mundys_Corner,_Pennsylvania">Mundys Corner</a>, <b>The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington</b> was part of a family appropriate — fit for kids of all ages! — double feature with the equally lame movie <b>Linda Lovelace for President</b> (1975 / scene below), starring the titular star of the X-rated groundbreaker <b>Deep Throat</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQM07AUGufo">soundtrack</a>). A perfect pairing, to say the least.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7szhcNu4HnIGH09lAf28JwuK1jur8ggU7awpxg9JrKMl-xgxyGCxA0q0hIAPHcwCqVStogj0_hwpIpYR5R7FAdnqvFfgdQjoCjHi0FBUECA3euqqwzIYDTPcNw0q0RHUFfinoJJtNmpXpHj_-mpu8wlQw8baWs_-oY_LMYSSeHqh1W5WPFYOJdl8p8w/s1600/0_LLFP_s-l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1174" data-original-width="1600" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7szhcNu4HnIGH09lAf28JwuK1jur8ggU7awpxg9JrKMl-xgxyGCxA0q0hIAPHcwCqVStogj0_hwpIpYR5R7FAdnqvFfgdQjoCjHi0FBUECA3euqqwzIYDTPcNw0q0RHUFfinoJJtNmpXpHj_-mpu8wlQw8baWs_-oY_LMYSSeHqh1W5WPFYOJdl8p8w/s320/0_LLFP_s-l1600.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Scene from</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Linda Lovelace for President</i>:</span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0zNOmlcVgrI" width="320" youtube-src-id="0zNOmlcVgrI"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">An Almost Perfect Affair</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1979, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6649212/michael-ritchie">Michael Ritchie</a>)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQTwbyTzJPayIS2Iu6P081IQJZYrX-8yEoTLiKoy5JFLmi8AoDhkEW3WgEfWGEZVXkmbgcYNeEZMJgx5pmVE8OBqcy1RLKMXK0XQHsInfp0Do7o_QxqtrBE7hAVwgMtYOEhk4FQV_klSjVTkaNAjRf1mGSQzlAjaH1v1MvsULm97aKkDIpz-95_R4Bg/s1600/10_APA_s-l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="979" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQTwbyTzJPayIS2Iu6P081IQJZYrX-8yEoTLiKoy5JFLmi8AoDhkEW3WgEfWGEZVXkmbgcYNeEZMJgx5pmVE8OBqcy1RLKMXK0XQHsInfp0Do7o_QxqtrBE7hAVwgMtYOEhk4FQV_klSjVTkaNAjRf1mGSQzlAjaH1v1MvsULm97aKkDIpz-95_R4Bg/s320/10_APA_s-l1600.jpg" width="196" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In all truth, Edy Williams is (perhaps, "was") famous less for her acting projects than for her generations of showing up at the big film industry events like the Oscars and Cannes in skimpy, attention-getting outfits. Thus it was perhaps kismet that she was eventually to appear (uncredited, of course) as herself in a movie set in Cannes. Somewhere along the way, she shows up during a semi-documentary interlude of a pitching session pitching a script for a flick starring herself. Then she, like a multitude of other familiar faces of the time that show up in the background — Brooke Shields, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/38733716/farrah-fawcett">Farrah Fawcett-Majors</a>, Rona Barrett (who?), <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1158/george-peppard">George Peppard</a>, etc. — is never seen again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVY4KCCBHW1mhNgq4L6F3ac7BovxK4XVLTBQler_8Hm7iRRf-g9k6TpXPFZGu7N0hyphenhyphen-_n_iHkFTwaua3RBqZ8CNR7yhEwdlKpb9d32YZuOCAm_sQsa9GPr8ZbRwWhgNhSpGrs4iMRQNFvCC5m6L82RG5Cy2UC9_czw9goo3u6ooimG9aodOXYg4iLd4A/s450/10_APA_22550.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVY4KCCBHW1mhNgq4L6F3ac7BovxK4XVLTBQler_8Hm7iRRf-g9k6TpXPFZGu7N0hyphenhyphen-_n_iHkFTwaua3RBqZ8CNR7yhEwdlKpb9d32YZuOCAm_sQsa9GPr8ZbRwWhgNhSpGrs4iMRQNFvCC5m6L82RG5Cy2UC9_czw9goo3u6ooimG9aodOXYg4iLd4A/s320/10_APA_22550.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Keith Carradine plays a first-time director who has sunk two years and all his money into a movie about the execution of murderer <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7073887/gary-gilmore">Gary Gilmore</a>. With his last bit of cash, he flies himself and his picture to Cannes, but the film is seized by French customs. [<i><a href="https://mubi.com/films/an-almost-perfect-affair">Mubi</a></i>]" Along the way, he has an affair with the Euro-beauty wife (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/236423710/monica-vitti">Monica Vitti</a> [3 Nov 1931 – 2 Feb 2022] of <b>Modesty Blaise </b>[1966 trailer below]), the wife of producer Federico Barone (Raf Vallone), the latter of whom assists in getting the movie released from customs. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoiQtTyto_p62Ny2XrS-obDXXgYijVPSlIfyZbHh_mGTC-rs37oNz0gi5LYOjgSaIQYVVRhv_oU0efLyeG5VpIlTQjDFrlkSBY-9HXXwM-XzBarLumIspXQRbRibn_UsRiPSx558UC08QyCt186tDg8zTnQVtPGEA8XPGSnU3y_4LtoPUeIlxixD3pg/s262/10_ModestyBlaze.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="192" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoiQtTyto_p62Ny2XrS-obDXXgYijVPSlIfyZbHh_mGTC-rs37oNz0gi5LYOjgSaIQYVVRhv_oU0efLyeG5VpIlTQjDFrlkSBY-9HXXwM-XzBarLumIspXQRbRibn_UsRiPSx558UC08QyCt186tDg8zTnQVtPGEA8XPGSnU3y_4LtoPUeIlxixD3pg/s1600/10_ModestyBlaze.jpg" width="192" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Modesty Blaise </i>(1966):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bRd8wL0d3m4" width="320" youtube-src-id="bRd8wL0d3m4"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"[...] More often than not, movies about movies aren't really about movies, but rather about the whiny angst of petulant filmmakers. Yawn. In this particular instance, Carradine's down-home charm is not enough to surmount the narcissistic aspect of his character, and Vitti is yet another European starlet hampered by a thick accent and a vapidly decorative role. Venerable comedy helmer Michael Ritchie directed this flop, which commenced his fall from grace after a hot streak that included<b> The Candidate</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RTIQWXzexU&ab_channel=WarnerBros.">trailer</a>) and <b>The Bad News Bears </b>(1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1DDuN_eYlg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>). [<a href="http://every70smovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-perfect-affair-1979.html"><i>Every 70s Movie</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcqTvHOX2I98kvi1gct5RHcNUejbtpPaX3c5RXDafybBo06M58DmZNJOkFEF1OkjZaUEbAVfwE8QctWkNWp4wOAsXuN7NbTG6cARxQoRANt6Ks5uy9kdy5kkJqQxBnMeJh5SLCvkdljt-lVRraZfZdBFbcDHT_pPwRSMzcMy_Dl8117BPzEtRWp6Bdg/s427/10_APA_7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcqTvHOX2I98kvi1gct5RHcNUejbtpPaX3c5RXDafybBo06M58DmZNJOkFEF1OkjZaUEbAVfwE8QctWkNWp4wOAsXuN7NbTG6cARxQoRANt6Ks5uy9kdy5kkJqQxBnMeJh5SLCvkdljt-lVRraZfZdBFbcDHT_pPwRSMzcMy_Dl8117BPzEtRWp6Bdg/s320/10_APA_7.jpg" width="225" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"But the best part of the film is Georges Delerue's lovely score [...]. But really, if you want to see what director Michael Ritchie was really capable of, watch his delightful beauty-pageant satire <b>Smile </b>(1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbdKZQcxKYM&ab_channel=robatsea2009">trailer</a>). [<a href="https://ifyouwantthegravy.wordpress.com/2020/08/24/the-weekly-gravy-4/"><i>If You Want the Gravy</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x4UoJB_QGQY6Cw0KhYLYC7mD0WZm6b6cgQS6FyjRNUpkzdG6tqKuiBZj8nfHX4EnwwYBmar_l2qHOqRGrUYAl2NZbDag2J3eWebVeTHa3zI_5ZXt59e2n1uZyRKIBKEKeHPgOu45sCRcfmTWfc4lkH9rMa4wTqK3QLQ3bRoVV8S8_CTsp07GL4qK8w/s599/10_img_3353.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="599" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x4UoJB_QGQY6Cw0KhYLYC7mD0WZm6b6cgQS6FyjRNUpkzdG6tqKuiBZj8nfHX4EnwwYBmar_l2qHOqRGrUYAl2NZbDag2J3eWebVeTHa3zI_5ZXt59e2n1uZyRKIBKEKeHPgOu45sCRcfmTWfc4lkH9rMa4wTqK3QLQ3bRoVV8S8_CTsp07GL4qK8w/s320/10_img_3353.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>An Almost Perfect Affair</i> (main title)</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">by Georges Delerue</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s1V4L9kNG_A" width="320" youtube-src-id="s1V4L9kNG_A"></iframe></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Willie & Phil</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1980, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/132159217/paul-mazursky">Paul Mazursky</a>)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AIHNCjzHLSrD48KcToZVY2jaGbYZma-LIGMuiEqqBcriAAxIshTF8u_YE3GjtoNp21xiMWRD9_ml_WIb572rJbOSRQ4_AyuP1TKGe0GM4krYRxqa-rL1dvN8-26hGTKOhtUiib9ri7dwiZV3HdN0jJ6lgkNtBAMDDg7Pjt3xy2jwDzZ14d36r6JOVA/s755/11_willie_and_phil.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="497" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AIHNCjzHLSrD48KcToZVY2jaGbYZma-LIGMuiEqqBcriAAxIshTF8u_YE3GjtoNp21xiMWRD9_ml_WIb572rJbOSRQ4_AyuP1TKGe0GM4krYRxqa-rL1dvN8-26hGTKOhtUiib9ri7dwiZV3HdN0jJ6lgkNtBAMDDg7Pjt3xy2jwDzZ14d36r6JOVA/s320/11_willie_and_phil.jpg" width="211" /></a><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">God only knows why, but we actually saw this one as a pubescent. The best thing about the experience was leaving the theatre. <b>Willie & Phil</b> is Paul Mazursky's American riff on Truffaut's <b>Jules and Jim </b>(1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9OzdWczCfQ&ab_channel=BFI">trailer</a>). To make the source even more obvious than the narrative itself does, Mazursky opens the movie by having the eponymous two lead male characters, Willie (Michael Ontkean of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/01/necromancy-witching-usa-1972.html">Necromancy</a> </b>[1972]) and Phil (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6800118/ray-sharkey">Ray Sharkey</a>), meet at a screening of Truffaut's movie. "The two hit it off immediately and soon find their circle of two expanding to three when they meet Jeanette (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/189726395/margot-kidder">Margot Kidder</a>), a free-spirited Southerner who has moved to New York City to figure out her life. Jeanette soon moves in Willie, but the three find themselves in a romantic triangle that constantly shifts over the next nine years as each of the three struggles to find their destiny while honoring the love they feel for each other. [Donald Guarisco @ <a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/willie-and-phil-v54676"><i>All Movie</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8go3M2BrJbi1xzByUderXQdh9XxLzk75bKv-eSxM7c8vG3mtV1xu9ii_hu2a97hePylvyj_I2hwSS4QQtSjDa1_4Nb5qIV0RIncJzBmrp2rrIHDpqZ7Yl9JUICGPMudMl43op3LyUPIU3zrFPNHOSt33SWlOXC7EhzNbpC47pctJgllo_kcXhhUjsqw/s597/11_willie_and_phil1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="427" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8go3M2BrJbi1xzByUderXQdh9XxLzk75bKv-eSxM7c8vG3mtV1xu9ii_hu2a97hePylvyj_I2hwSS4QQtSjDa1_4Nb5qIV0RIncJzBmrp2rrIHDpqZ7Yl9JUICGPMudMl43op3LyUPIU3zrFPNHOSt33SWlOXC7EhzNbpC47pctJgllo_kcXhhUjsqw/s320/11_willie_and_phil1.jpg" width="229" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">G</span></b><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>erman trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Willie & Phil</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YvHlfDwzj4o" width="320" youtube-src-id="YvHlfDwzj4o"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Kidder is sadly miscast, the film a snore. And Edy Williams? At one point, the trio drop acid in a movie theatre and watch <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </b>(1970). [Not a film to drop acid to, to say the least.] And who do we see onscreen? Among others, Edy Williams as Ashley.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeiSx-YB32w3X9UEn8B3H__F996Mx0UQBcl9eKcuiG9Fp88ZkT3nH_UQDiFFsWbh4EKOFhcmsA7gqmQATpBSYS-J-212Zx41xUyprzwMWUi_QvgJSlAP1bOkc0Um4JmOwOwtyrHswAaolIweMdNt_TxsdYXDHFcRNiAd0zT2ph4HoYrZYJv48fAtXrA/s597/11_willie_and_phil2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeiSx-YB32w3X9UEn8B3H__F996Mx0UQBcl9eKcuiG9Fp88ZkT3nH_UQDiFFsWbh4EKOFhcmsA7gqmQATpBSYS-J-212Zx41xUyprzwMWUi_QvgJSlAP1bOkc0Um4JmOwOwtyrHswAaolIweMdNt_TxsdYXDHFcRNiAd0zT2ph4HoYrZYJv48fAtXrA/s320/11_willie_and_phil2.jpg" width="232" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Best of Sex and Violence</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1982, dir. Ken Dixon)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdFiPeAcoU4juMSFnuXRmksX3LBvL5-vL9aHsv9Ytwx2uaHDw4rFz405OnfhoVE1gi5rrG04y_zVz48DxskQTjYAFgzm4Y5T_bHNde2VQIyS38BCYSIXZMPppgOWkmHvV2vvQ4nOgtLzmdmzpBIqAaurUC3J-TQgmFxukMXk8gVsfHtd88KZNdgoKiw/s571/12_SexAndViolence1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="355" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdFiPeAcoU4juMSFnuXRmksX3LBvL5-vL9aHsv9Ytwx2uaHDw4rFz405OnfhoVE1gi5rrG04y_zVz48DxskQTjYAFgzm4Y5T_bHNde2VQIyS38BCYSIXZMPppgOWkmHvV2vvQ4nOgtLzmdmzpBIqAaurUC3J-TQgmFxukMXk8gVsfHtd88KZNdgoKiw/s320/12_SexAndViolence1.jpg" width="199" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As mentioned further above in <b>Dr. Minx</b> (1975), footage of Edy Williams's nude scenes is featured here in <b>Famous T & A </b>(1982). As is, actually, footage of fellow <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> co-star <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Phyllis Davis</b></a>, and, as perhaps to be expected, of the Great Uschi — which is why we already took a look at this "documentary" in June 2020, in our <i>Babe of Yesteryear</i> entry <b>Uschi Digard, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html">Part XI: 1978 to Addendum</a></b>, where we more or less wrote: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCk1aB0muPfjZ5R6CGZL2HAeAw8y20-Yi6TqpE8n8xSkPyd5eADI9hJrw2o_N2UQxVWYSoLneFEEBiE1i2sALEj2uCe89mwMFOqVxQ4Z-b1PIpDlFWQz5zvs81TQmITgkujuDSt3UdFFBdsOWPAn9L3kgKjEgbS6CI2kJlQ4BEy5lbplGGgIfiU2ysw/s400/12_SexAndViolence4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="400" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCk1aB0muPfjZ5R6CGZL2HAeAw8y20-Yi6TqpE8n8xSkPyd5eADI9hJrw2o_N2UQxVWYSoLneFEEBiE1i2sALEj2uCe89mwMFOqVxQ4Z-b1PIpDlFWQz5zvs81TQmITgkujuDSt3UdFFBdsOWPAn9L3kgKjEgbS6CI2kJlQ4BEy5lbplGGgIfiU2ysw/s320/12_SexAndViolence4.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A direct-to-video "documentary". As tends to happen when a woman become a name celebrity (not that Edy Williams was ever really a big "name celebrity") suddenly everyone — or at least every cis-gendered male — wants to see the woman's assets. And as a result, people like Ken Dixon delve through their filmographies to find any and every time their "personality" is shown as god made them. For lifetime skin or softcore starlets, this raises hardly an eyebrow, but for those who only occasionally went the exploitation mile before going mainstream, it's an annoying embarrassment. We doubt it was an embarrassment for Edy Williams.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXgi80c89M6tCZoOc_WzSQV2uqXhupu0IpergDvDxn3GVvLM7adxr8Ws0_-3cIfsG3JfxUWD3-x_8v7e8T28FnC4w0bztkTw4yAPa_rYXYSqVRxA6MnECNf39tJ1Jm1tVQY_dkjPzT11Pzs5cxl65XPfoiULX8jwAw7DXp3mcl57YUM7_leXucOMNCA/s400/12_SexAndViolence3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXgi80c89M6tCZoOc_WzSQV2uqXhupu0IpergDvDxn3GVvLM7adxr8Ws0_-3cIfsG3JfxUWD3-x_8v7e8T28FnC4w0bztkTw4yAPa_rYXYSqVRxA6MnECNf39tJ1Jm1tVQY_dkjPzT11Pzs5cxl65XPfoiULX8jwAw7DXp3mcl57YUM7_leXucOMNCA/s320/12_SexAndViolence3.jpg" width="206" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Most Ken Dixon documentaries also pretty much a recycling of clips, but this project, produced by Charles Band and Michel Catalano and Frank Ray Perilli, is less a documentary than a collection of 28 trailers. As such, it is a lot more fun than the average hairy-palm movie with a fake plotline, which is why we thought we'd take a look at it — that, and because it was "written" by the recently departed <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187931659/frank-ray-perilli">Frank Ray Perilli</a> (30 Aug 1925 – 8 Mar 2018), the former stand-up comic who had his finger in many an interesting pie as actor or writer or co-writer or producer — for example, <b>New Orleans Uncensored</b> (1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4DxGTFa1Es">movie</a>), <b>Invasion of the Star Creatures</b> (1962 / trailer below), Michael Pataki's <b>Cinderella </b>(1977 / <a href="https://www.videodetective.com/movie/cinderella-9963">trailer</a>), <b>Adult Fairy Tales </b>(1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cs2BvlsZf5Q">trailer</a>), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligator-usa-1980.html">Alligator</a> </b>(1980), <b>Dracula's Dog</b> [1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x8ao63ulfQ">trailer</a>), <b>Mansion of the Doomed</b> (1976, which we take a look at in our <i>Babes of Yesteryear</i> feature on <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/07/babes-of-yesteryear-marilyn-joi-part-i.html">Marilyn Joi</a></b>) and more. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-LP2FTdt2BZDtDTdl8iehD3lYAjx7WMQ5TCTOY_eVnL8zujxtpXx0e_aMF8b5fOyrwjrcDDP7XbW-icLeUJ0jPiLTbezZbFhTi_eAH0GqsdKUkgMn8WAhmYeJboxhQ2F4nbB5sKPujMtLrY4oPlQbpKS4DmWLm-d60qTTzlSk_Qv-KuegMapnJeTlQ/s1125/12_default.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-LP2FTdt2BZDtDTdl8iehD3lYAjx7WMQ5TCTOY_eVnL8zujxtpXx0e_aMF8b5fOyrwjrcDDP7XbW-icLeUJ0jPiLTbezZbFhTi_eAH0GqsdKUkgMn8WAhmYeJboxhQ2F4nbB5sKPujMtLrY4oPlQbpKS4DmWLm-d60qTTzlSk_Qv-KuegMapnJeTlQ/s320/12_default.jpg" width="210" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Invasion of the Star Creatures</i> (1962):</b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kvDZ75dfPtg" width="320" youtube-src-id="kvDZ75dfPtg"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At <a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/the-best-of-sex-and-violence-v68673#VSTOICvPPqRWQejS.99"><i>All Movie</i></a>, Brian Gusse has the basic facts: "This compilation of previews from low-budget action films & softcore sex films is hosted by veteran horror actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6201606/john-carradine" target="_blank">John Carradine</a> (5 Feb 1906 – 27 Nov 1988) [...]." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH0p5OHYF6UZWAcefa8KyJHMwwDDxAQRoX-GOVTBvK-6N5qlKOFuPI5sWcPum4_7CM9nTODoDCtOu5tlJy8j9SUjdK_5ElWXuRwT874NVTyZNhlHbLJLtVRmr_ILcJHtNfhaEL-ZzqsWvxSZTjY2GlHOm8tRdYK81isUR6LCzsvM_2JcY-pypEDgX1w/s640/12_Sex&Violence.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="174" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH0p5OHYF6UZWAcefa8KyJHMwwDDxAQRoX-GOVTBvK-6N5qlKOFuPI5sWcPum4_7CM9nTODoDCtOu5tlJy8j9SUjdK_5ElWXuRwT874NVTyZNhlHbLJLtVRmr_ILcJHtNfhaEL-ZzqsWvxSZTjY2GlHOm8tRdYK81isUR6LCzsvM_2JcY-pypEDgX1w/s320/12_Sex&Violence.jpg" width="87" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The fabulous blogspot <i><a href="http://templeofschlock.blogspot.de/2013/07/movie-ad-of-week-best-of-sex-and.html">Temple of Schlock</a></i>, whence the advert shown further above is taken, mentions that "The Charles Band-produced trailer compilation <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b> played midnight shows in 14 Chicago area theaters on February 5-6, 1982 as a presentation of <a href="https://www.uwsu.com/society/altfilm/">The Alternative Film Society</a>, a New Jersey-based organization that 'four-walled' theaters for midnight movie screenings and dusk-to-dawn shows in the early 1980s. [...] None of the movies pictured in the ad (<b>The Dirt Gang</b> [1972, see <i><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html">Uschi Part XI</a></i>], <b>Werewolves on Wheels</b> [1971/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ManTinNosGg">trailer</a>], two different <b>Ginger</b> flicks) have anything to do with<b> The Best of Sex and Violence</b>." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38-Y6c6x1LAg1JJewmgOv8_sRzodgQLSKGNcU2s1WnrfOUgTf-9MYV6QJ9jKCrgrJaUx_JkRjlkNvrTi7hOcO-7Wv_GbgvAEmFqgEQJX5sbWYIV2W31bXEhGgHvbSSDIWbUuQfhSUB24rOhFfB6y3otAsQ9h3pC7FT4K-54NVbJQj3xpeqgM38vPSpw/s450/12_SexAndViolence2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38-Y6c6x1LAg1JJewmgOv8_sRzodgQLSKGNcU2s1WnrfOUgTf-9MYV6QJ9jKCrgrJaUx_JkRjlkNvrTi7hOcO-7Wv_GbgvAEmFqgEQJX5sbWYIV2W31bXEhGgHvbSSDIWbUuQfhSUB24rOhFfB6y3otAsQ9h3pC7FT4K-54NVbJQj3xpeqgM38vPSpw/s320/12_SexAndViolence2.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At <i><a href="http://unratedfilm.com/2011/11/the-best-of-sex-and-violence-1981/">Unrated Film</a></i> James Klein says, "This video [...] was the first video to ever be released of just movie trailers [...]. Full Moon has released this gem of trailers ranging from <b>Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde</b> (1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw8QMxVYzAM">trailer</a>), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/09/zombi-ii-zombie-italy-1979.html">Zombie</a> </b>(1979) [...] and <b>The Doberman Gang</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef2_pwY83FA">trailer</a>) one of my own personal favorite trailers). What I loved about these trailers from the 70s was that they showed everything: faces being blown apart, breasts bouncing everywhere (back when women had some damn meat on their bones) and profanity that could make a truck driver blush. Sometimes these trailers were even better than the films themselves.<b> The Best of Sex and Violence</b> mixes all sorts of genres so that you may see a few horror trailers and then it will jump into a trailer for <b>Dolemite </b>(1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DebCN7U65vY">trailer</a>). [...] But be warned, this is not the best quality. Maybe my favorite part of <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b> may be <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37899069/david-carradine">David</a> [8 Dec 1936 – 3 June 2009] and Keith Carradine's cameo appearance alongside their dad and their awkward interaction between the three. Oh wait, the opening has a woman (Laura Jane Leary) being chased topless down a street as an unseen killer chases after her. Yeah, boobs always trump Carradines." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDdWCoGZgXyR2VawHySAAu-soe0TfL0qZ6mYhISdo3dOwzE6SyFLZCH4Zry_iDzyS6oApDVQyOAwGV5NleVtNJdVErCFE-sQ3gxGWygnzxtuOVtYO4StkisMWxPE0D8tgwdbIwe9vaRletKHZYFB1DhoYi-e7_UR7irDUSfeHcF-_DAUnyA2MlAiTaA/s600/0_the-best-of-sex-and-violence-36679l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="600" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDdWCoGZgXyR2VawHySAAu-soe0TfL0qZ6mYhISdo3dOwzE6SyFLZCH4Zry_iDzyS6oApDVQyOAwGV5NleVtNJdVErCFE-sQ3gxGWygnzxtuOVtYO4StkisMWxPE0D8tgwdbIwe9vaRletKHZYFB1DhoYi-e7_UR7irDUSfeHcF-_DAUnyA2MlAiTaA/s320/0_the-best-of-sex-and-violence-36679l.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>The Best of Sex and Violence</i>:</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oO8O3jAKacY" width="320" youtube-src-id="oO8O3jAKacY"></iframe></div><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Famous T & A</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1982, dir. Ken Dixon)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2tk6Xrn8aEP0rIPeYP-OcYz0Gim-BAFQhnMCX_DpU4ZcDGPgcBaVIoBQql9_03an1dZAEcivQ6Ai8ZLBtPFMoVqAbX2dbTY1_Xhc0xpdxj8Td85pgZcTv4VKFpmQyp-tPyT4buT0CykfS4cU3nvwbm3Wj3so8zp7XFFfM35PY3drlVNAC7SCwvUh5Q/s400/13_TandA4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="278" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2tk6Xrn8aEP0rIPeYP-OcYz0Gim-BAFQhnMCX_DpU4ZcDGPgcBaVIoBQql9_03an1dZAEcivQ6Ai8ZLBtPFMoVqAbX2dbTY1_Xhc0xpdxj8Td85pgZcTv4VKFpmQyp-tPyT4buT0CykfS4cU3nvwbm3Wj3so8zp7XFFfM35PY3drlVNAC7SCwvUh5Q/s320/13_TandA4.jpg" width="222" /></a><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As mentioned further above in <b>Dr. Minx</b> (1975), footage of Edy Williams's nude scenes is featured here in <b>Famous T & A </b>(1982). As is, actually, footage of fellow <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> co-star <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis</a></b>, and, as perhaps to be expected, of the Great Uschi — she is why we already took a look at this "documentary" in June 2020, in our <i>Babe of Yesteryear</i> entry <b>Uschi Digard, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html">Part XI: 1978 to Addendum</a></b>, where we more or less wrote:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7WVbrX22dzY-321EfkzYoHNRAAlACl6K79D7Oq16m8Y4mLYJiMCqo1RkPjVXmqW5btaivttof8tF9VCnMXN_ukctHAGCz-K3m74as2YLR8t20erbf-I4v4c5YVGNySOpOap35X-cL6dnIJDF5qv2TLTOngcSJHsOy9bq4DJu4Noy-JiywjaGwgJwDQ/s400/13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7WVbrX22dzY-321EfkzYoHNRAAlACl6K79D7Oq16m8Y4mLYJiMCqo1RkPjVXmqW5btaivttof8tF9VCnMXN_ukctHAGCz-K3m74as2YLR8t20erbf-I4v4c5YVGNySOpOap35X-cL6dnIJDF5qv2TLTOngcSJHsOy9bq4DJu4Noy-JiywjaGwgJwDQ/s320/13.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Remember the day when (discreet) T&A was the staple of the prime-time programming of the traditional big three? When, unlike on pay TV, the hard nipples were always kept under a T-shirt...? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Saturday Night Live</i>:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/y0f1Ywnjq0A" width="320" youtube-src-id="y0f1Ywnjq0A"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Famous T & A </b>was the immediate follow-up to Charles Band & Michel Catalano & Ken Dixon's <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>, this time without host John Carradine or "scriptwriter" Frank Ray Perilli. More so than the previous "film" we looked at, <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>, which is mostly a collection of trailers, <b>Famous T&A</b> is closer to the typical Ken Dixon documentaries in that it is pretty much also just a recycling of clips (to be exact, "archive footage", movie outtakes and trailers). Here, he actually cannibalizes his own previous project and reuses a lot of stuff already seen in <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>. Still, since we find movies like this a lot more fun than the average hairy-palm movie with a fake plotline, let's take a look at it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilel_wqke43V3EQLZWtwIuRI73yN4xD34hDOzeKmzdfqwwvlFxUEu6Z1wsKFyouEXa3ILbQ-PUk1-_ysF9hRfjB2qPQS7KlWd6PyY0_uOuHH_eACiiUhbPLRABmASe1cMwkvGYzWvgXc-zJdRdxJYQxdSWx9FDZv_hvrL-lA98C60LQIRDEn-k872xog/s500/13_TandA1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="283" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilel_wqke43V3EQLZWtwIuRI73yN4xD34hDOzeKmzdfqwwvlFxUEu6Z1wsKFyouEXa3ILbQ-PUk1-_ysF9hRfjB2qPQS7KlWd6PyY0_uOuHH_eACiiUhbPLRABmASe1cMwkvGYzWvgXc-zJdRdxJYQxdSWx9FDZv_hvrL-lA98C60LQIRDEn-k872xog/s320/13_TandA1.jpg" width="181" /></a></div></span></b><span style="font-family: courier;">At the <i>imdb</i>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=frankfob2@yahoo.com&view=simple&sort=alpha&ref_=ttpl_pl_0"><i>frankfob2@yahoo.com</i></a> hits the nail on its head with his one-sentence film description: "A collection of nude and/or topless scenes from various films featuring actresses who were either famous at the time or who became famous later on." Cult babe <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Sybil_Danning" target="_blank">Sybil Danning</a>, at the time but 30 years of age and herself in possession of some fine T&A, hosts the filmic journey.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWK2r4ZLNxjuTTAuif4n0c8LQ8h71UCwbRmybCbA5rCDNLBvPXLDa9rAcfuExvfc8Nv9DyhLmTZ88hCxju0tWUyABH3pTf3VA11InoUtxCcAsazyZ1Pmb2edjly-lEdWkLUQOTDfnMVYhzbrZhdynZrdSR0lfZkUZPkUBhHQdRLTS4OXyLRZCV1Mk8Kg/s400/13_TandA5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="132" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWK2r4ZLNxjuTTAuif4n0c8LQ8h71UCwbRmybCbA5rCDNLBvPXLDa9rAcfuExvfc8Nv9DyhLmTZ88hCxju0tWUyABH3pTf3VA11InoUtxCcAsazyZ1Pmb2edjly-lEdWkLUQOTDfnMVYhzbrZhdynZrdSR0lfZkUZPkUBhHQdRLTS4OXyLRZCV1Mk8Kg/w213-h640/13_TandA5.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Over <i><a href="http://unratedmagazine.blogspot.de/2011/11/famous-t-1982.html">Unrated Magazine</a></i>, James "Who needs an editor?" Klein sounds cis-gender but not impressed: "Just one year later after <b>The Best of Sex & Violence </b>was released, director Ken Dixon came up with another idea in which to make a quick buck on the video market: naked celebrities. [...] Basically this is just the same recycled boobs that we saw in the last trailer compilation. [...] <b>Famous T&A</b> shows clips from mostly films that Charles Band produced or distributed, so there isn't a lot to choose from. It is nice to see Ursula Andress get a naked rub down from <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/07/mountain-of-cannibal-god-italy-1978.html">Mountain of the Cannibal God</a></b> (1978) or Laura Gemser have a naked make out session with another woman in <b>Emmanuelle Around the World </b>(1977 / SFW <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sGJIbT_4T4">trailer</a>) but I personally would rather see these films than watch quick (or in some cases overlong) clips that are just randomly thrown together. I did enjoy [...] watching a <a href="https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55b89f3ad41a5">bottomless biker chick</a> drive down the highway provided me with some laughs but it just wasn't enough to hold my interest. [...] I will say that if you are an <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Cassandra_Peterson" target="_blank">Elvira</a> fan and always wanted to see what those huge jugs of hers look like, you get a clip from <b>The Working Girls </b>(1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL7dHP36pQM">trailer</a>) in which she shows off those milkers. Maybe for some of you, this DVD is worth purchasing just for that." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRvPRx7-IUyIUjhJHZ-k0M43ZIMt1NMYiDepkWsEhijq2qy69uWYdxfZYDLq-D38IZebf13JtzC5ODc-QC9tFPYhX9N_K8jt0VkbqCdy5GcKj84YaHfkKo4Mui0c_Iy8pPh4e1qx045XO0rTrcr8CtxzqrMxbkfJgl-cgw7VxBlpMGn2hvHj9BC7_HA/s3000/13_WG_lf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="1998" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRvPRx7-IUyIUjhJHZ-k0M43ZIMt1NMYiDepkWsEhijq2qy69uWYdxfZYDLq-D38IZebf13JtzC5ODc-QC9tFPYhX9N_K8jt0VkbqCdy5GcKj84YaHfkKo4Mui0c_Iy8pPh4e1qx045XO0rTrcr8CtxzqrMxbkfJgl-cgw7VxBlpMGn2hvHj9BC7_HA/s320/13_WG_lf.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Oscar-worthy acting in</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Working Girls</i>:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JlgbqJFfLmI" width="320" youtube-src-id="JlgbqJFfLmI"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="https://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/1284549.html">Video Vacuum</a></i> liked the video/DVD a little bit more than James, saying, "Sybil Danning hosts this shot-on-video compilation of nude scenes of famous (and not-so famous) women. [...] Sybil appears (dressed as a gladiator no less) and introduces a bunch of clips for 75 minutes. Some of the highlights include <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis</a></b> appearing in outtakes from <b>Terminal Island</b> ([1973 / trailer below] including some full frontal nudity that doesn't appear in the film), a pre-<b>Flash</b> <b>Gordon </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzFwECV8Kkk">trailer</a>) Ornella Muti, [...] Bridget Bardot, Claudia Jennings (in scenes from <b>Truck Stop Women</b> [1974, see <b>Uschi </b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/09/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html"><b>Part</b> <b>XII</b></a>]), Elvira (her striptease from <b>Working Girls</b>), Jacqueline Bisset, Laura Gemser, Vanity, and Russ Meyer stars Edy Williams and Uschi Digard. [...] The trailers are an especially nice touch. They break up some of the monotony of the unedited clips, some of which play out too long. [...] At 75 minutes, <b>Famous T & A</b> is just long enough not to wear out its welcome. However, if the filmmakers cut out all the filler of non-famous T & A [...] and kept the running time to about an hour, it might've been classic."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWamiu_dXFmBOmzmb40riPwgB3DZWys3no-ls1CAEP_56FP_ao77_1ypCm61BAUnCyvXyO2JYxo9_n0pqsnaRK662tpq8fDBZ1RV04E0rTGviSpVbPRfcSSj7ds2TSYF_kqrkje_AeY-BqUCNQQ81zUv-_n5sAwyg8uT2wMYlTofW76Ot0Ryl_uxkwMQ/s400/13_TandA2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWamiu_dXFmBOmzmb40riPwgB3DZWys3no-ls1CAEP_56FP_ao77_1ypCm61BAUnCyvXyO2JYxo9_n0pqsnaRK662tpq8fDBZ1RV04E0rTGviSpVbPRfcSSj7ds2TSYF_kqrkje_AeY-BqUCNQQ81zUv-_n5sAwyg8uT2wMYlTofW76Ot0Ryl_uxkwMQ/s320/13_TandA2.jpg" width="224" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="http://hiitsburl.blogspot.de/2011/11/burl-reviews-famous-t-1982.html"><i>Ha ha, it's Burl</i></a> was, in turn, less impressed than James, saying that <b>Famous T & A </b>"seems to have been organized much in the manner that <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/824/jackson-pollock">Jackson Pollock</a> organized his paint droplets! [...] All in all, it's kind of a boring cruickshank of a motion picture! The video box implies that we'll see all sorts of now-famous people in various states of undress, and sure, we do see naked ladies, but they somehow manage to drain that experience of any prurient interest whatever! Ha ha, quite a feat! [...] And worst of all perhaps is the stuff they make Sybil Danning say! My gosh, it makes the end credits of <b>Howling</b> <b>II </b>(1985 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y36te2qOSWk">trailer</a>) seem like an exercise in dignified solemnity by comparison! The poor woman — I hope she was at least well paid!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In general, the quality of the images sucks: everything seems to be taken from VHS versions of the movies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxI2h3NqrEG1YvrJSQy3He3CdriavkoHRIH6L07bIZX4erxUexA9yX1SpMSUW_z9FBnD21OzErmP6rETnP2Gtdotv9q7ugqCysyQmWbcRP2cw2_GeHEMMmHNbav3n5E-HOoxS-_U5ptDD16mZNZ0XWvTpbLZxEFHNoSoDtTf7oeVKYxXKGauTGZ7d3Q/s599/13_ForYourLove.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="599" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxI2h3NqrEG1YvrJSQy3He3CdriavkoHRIH6L07bIZX4erxUexA9yX1SpMSUW_z9FBnD21OzErmP6rETnP2Gtdotv9q7ugqCysyQmWbcRP2cw2_GeHEMMmHNbav3n5E-HOoxS-_U5ptDD16mZNZ0XWvTpbLZxEFHNoSoDtTf7oeVKYxXKGauTGZ7d3Q/s320/13_ForYourLove.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Played somewhere during the film —</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>For Your Love</i> by The Yardbirds:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HU5zqidlxMQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="HU5zqidlxMQ"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Go here for:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Edy Williams, Pt. III (1983-90)</a></span></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></span></div></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-43580551939105568682024-01-16T10:37:00.001+01:002024-01-16T10:37:44.889+01:00 Night Fright (Planet Texas, 1967) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFx2vxeFf1nWOLLrdhcENOkaWrOC1zlcqEjBqf7xtUAaROjTIMarrZu51VlPJGT-o2xOvNsSLpS7zb0K2cgdXcZUFMBrjOQuZQ_SkrB1TLhf4gQubisZtWCVa4jIRqfc4_VXjBWImMq5tMmzUjVaJ2IMJslug0IGg6PzJhHb-G3oQ8lZmrxw9pnUvMYw/s1454/NightFright_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1454" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFx2vxeFf1nWOLLrdhcENOkaWrOC1zlcqEjBqf7xtUAaROjTIMarrZu51VlPJGT-o2xOvNsSLpS7zb0K2cgdXcZUFMBrjOQuZQ_SkrB1TLhf4gQubisZtWCVa4jIRqfc4_VXjBWImMq5tMmzUjVaJ2IMJslug0IGg6PzJhHb-G3oQ8lZmrxw9pnUvMYw/s320/NightFright_1.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Night Fright</b>, a regional movie shot and produced in Planet Texas for the drive-in market (where most of the teenage audiences probably were too busy necking to ever really care what was on the screen), is an amazingly terrible no-budget film that is, at best, an exercise in how to create a 66-minute movie from around 15 minutes of film stock. The progenitors of <b>Night Fright</b>, be it behind or in front of the camera, were either all pulled-in locals or part of shlockmeister <a href="https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Creator/LarryBuchanan">Larry Buchanan</a>'s (born Marcus Larry Seale Jr., 31 Jan 1923 – 2 Dec 2004) diffuse, regular retinue of non-actors and crew members. But although Buchanan surely had at least a tangential connection to this movie, the credited non-talent calling the directorial shots was regional no-budget film director, producer and cinematographer <a href="https://obits.dallasnews.com/us/obituaries/dallasmorningnews/name/james-sullivan-obituary?id=27701709">James A. Sullivan</a> (15 Nov 1934 – 13 Oct 2004), whose greatest claim to film fame is probably that of being the film editor of the anti-classic <b>Manos: The Hands of Fate</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpCYzyYryCg&ab_channel=ACMTV">full movie</a>). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00zOAs40NvNH-4V8da1Sbv_eqm7YhGTp9dKCoOOZG1J-tD44vIlFvItVv7Jou7-tUxf11bRBIhUw5rlwVIPKLWB6goOYKvSdV02rpC1dtItP8YvWXnbAdby_Cfj0JKWdySa1glUFyaNWmjvuqgQHFXIclDx8y8ne-iejLO4V_bsiHjQA_TUwoyAQZkw/s500/NightFright_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="348" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00zOAs40NvNH-4V8da1Sbv_eqm7YhGTp9dKCoOOZG1J-tD44vIlFvItVv7Jou7-tUxf11bRBIhUw5rlwVIPKLWB6goOYKvSdV02rpC1dtItP8YvWXnbAdby_Cfj0JKWdySa1glUFyaNWmjvuqgQHFXIclDx8y8ne-iejLO4V_bsiHjQA_TUwoyAQZkw/s320/NightFright_2.jpg" width="223" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Night Fright</i>: </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZZFglCt6UUc" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZZFglCt6UUc"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The slim and interminably stretched and unexciting "narrative" of <b>Night Fright</b>, which functions at the barest of levels, was supplied by Russ Marker (born <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/49848580/hirom-monroe-kennamer">Hirom Monroe Kennamer</a>, 11 Oct 1926 – 22 Feb 2010). Apparently, Marker and Sullivan simply reused the narrative and footage of to an earlier, incomplete and abandoned film project of Marker's, <b>The Demon from the Black Lake</b> (1964), to create this cinematic abortion. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkq8dnIReSStDqsjdn4ZaGydpPffIaBhevdiBTTa2xQpKqEmREwq_CEZND447M7aIi-wGofAc2ziJbO2ZKeKhcde82k2nphI6irkbtKmHGtjs5JOtASLBVqKKmGYR_lHiIEsR9CTJaQ9_xOOsbA4VlMRdmEGdHRqkoNaAaH_W-R3X1VgYsTevQBmXhg/s374/night-fright-1967-fright.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="374" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkq8dnIReSStDqsjdn4ZaGydpPffIaBhevdiBTTa2xQpKqEmREwq_CEZND447M7aIi-wGofAc2ziJbO2ZKeKhcde82k2nphI6irkbtKmHGtjs5JOtASLBVqKKmGYR_lHiIEsR9CTJaQ9_xOOsbA4VlMRdmEGdHRqkoNaAaH_W-R3X1VgYsTevQBmXhg/s320/night-fright-1967-fright.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot of the earlier film: "Fearing an imminent nuclear war, a group of scientists attempt to replicate Noah's Ark by sending a group of animals into outer space. But the plan backfires when the ship crashes on Earth, and exposure to radiation turns the animals into hideous killer mutants in this sci-fi horror film. [<a href="https://www.tvguide.com/s/the-demon-from-devils-lake/"><i>TV Guide</i></a>]" And, in <b>Night Fright</b>, it is eventually revealed that the funky-looking ape monster — obviously a first cousin of the ape creature of the indefinitely more-entertaining <b>Robot Monster </b>(1953 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cq9IKsH9BXg&ab_channel=sideshowcarny">trailer</a>) — roaming the Texas countryside and ripping the face of its victims [off-screen and never seen] is from one such crash-landed Noah's Ark experiment, the only mutated survivor of all the other animals (which it probably ate prior to arriving in Planet Texas). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pGQNe3OkfsBmbJLfeXluPYxBXs2fg6yamsnrgawI5hXerrqKGnpJ1Qa1oknUCJ45V21oPs_xJeeyPI_BMVgVjZPwgocvzPoZpTqQDLONFFZw2DkGQgTq8_8BSlSqQKhXC6gmc42EzBNngbWd_mar0x8Ebx6tNtTsWFT-Y1S9mLqJrROObQ4RulaYKw/s616/capture1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="369" data-original-width="616" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pGQNe3OkfsBmbJLfeXluPYxBXs2fg6yamsnrgawI5hXerrqKGnpJ1Qa1oknUCJ45V21oPs_xJeeyPI_BMVgVjZPwgocvzPoZpTqQDLONFFZw2DkGQgTq8_8BSlSqQKhXC6gmc42EzBNngbWd_mar0x8Ebx6tNtTsWFT-Y1S9mLqJrROObQ4RulaYKw/s320/capture1.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Filled with bad acting, poorly shot day-for-night scenes, teenagers that look no younger than 25, absolutely horrible background music (composed by future <a href="https://www.danielfuneralhome.com/obit/rev-christopher-m-trussell/">Reverend Christopher Trussel</a> [15 Feb 1937 – 11 Nov 2010], whose only other film composer credit appears to be for the low-rent <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/07/rip-jim-dragon-kelly.html">Jim Kelly</a></b> action comedy <b>Hot Potato </b>[1976 / a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rRODUU5BCA&ab_channel=OTsuperduper">trailer</a>]), interminably long scenes of people walking around, virtually no action, and virtually nothing that can be described as "good", <b>Night Fright</b> is a movie that tries the patience and understanding of even bad-movie fans, if only because there is so little of a movie in its running time. Again, seriously: cut all the extraneous from the flick, and it wouldn't be even 15 minutes long. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqdicCTyo2gsXRV1XZqDv72hSV0jkHtoZSnsBYy6E4FE8VvTv4ygisz5Qc_4G1teaPWke6nrjArCOJ0foPVKihe5Rv4Qx30m5KXIeCvlglIzKx4UIGIv8U8L9Hpl7WWCHRguFRe5cnwYnAgDobq-po1Zzcwn5lkbaP88g1TxZmTlzphC46u8jqAgwzA/s335/john-agar-1967.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="335" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqdicCTyo2gsXRV1XZqDv72hSV0jkHtoZSnsBYy6E4FE8VvTv4ygisz5Qc_4G1teaPWke6nrjArCOJ0foPVKihe5Rv4Qx30m5KXIeCvlglIzKx4UIGIv8U8L9Hpl7WWCHRguFRe5cnwYnAgDobq-po1Zzcwn5lkbaP88g1TxZmTlzphC46u8jqAgwzA/s320/john-agar-1967.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Still, however, one is forced to say "virtually nothing" is good about the filmic fiasco instead of "absolutely nothing" because there are some notable if highly fleeting positive aspects to the film. For one, it has <a href="Night%20Fright.rtf">Shirley Temple</a>'s first husband (1945 to 1950), the passable actor and bad-film icon John Agar (of <b>Revenge of the Creature</b> [1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qsn8294YFU">trailer</a>], <b>Tarantula </b>[1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtU1YYxQXJw">trailer</a>], <b>The Mole People</b> [1956 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2GR0qJLk4I">trailer</a>], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/rip-bert-i-gordon-24-sep-1922-8-mar-2023.html">Bert I Gordon</a></b>'s <b>Attack of the Puppet People</b> [1958], <b>Mr. No Legs</b> [1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf-Eg_bOTp0">trailer</a>] and so much more), in the lead role as the communication-challenged local Sheriff Clint Crawford. The character might be one-dimensional, but <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6521308/john-agar">John Agar</a> (31 Jan 1921 – 7 Apr 2002) gives it his best and, even more so than the practiced, Southern-fried character actor Bill Thurman,<b>*</b> who plays Deputy Ben Whitfield, doesn't embarrass himself too much in this otherwise disastrously embarrassing celluloid sleeping pill. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42pSeSl3prbYIZrOMKLyHPrh4Zty62n236CYgwMfeCfEVJRYzrcBL0wX6lq-VqZtd619t0Uiuzhs1TRonGDh42YycI-1SVMrhz3jZdc-W_pjL87ceN1ch7HWyPqUTQ5oq1r71RtdkxrYQA0Bc5k8i_RvTE8PbecMRVFYK9OYmV-X1YtFM4AfUF-GOeQ/s327/nf7.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="327" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42pSeSl3prbYIZrOMKLyHPrh4Zty62n236CYgwMfeCfEVJRYzrcBL0wX6lq-VqZtd619t0Uiuzhs1TRonGDh42YycI-1SVMrhz3jZdc-W_pjL87ceN1ch7HWyPqUTQ5oq1r71RtdkxrYQA0Bc5k8i_RvTE8PbecMRVFYK9OYmV-X1YtFM4AfUF-GOeQ/s320/nf7.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/27503713/bill-thurman">Bill Thurman</a> (4 Nov 1920 – 13 Apr 1995) may never have achieved the face and name recognition of the similar Southern-fried character actor <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/08/rip-rg-armstrong.html"><b>R.G. Armstrong</b></a>, but aside from Buchanan films and fun trash like <b>The Evictors</b> (1979 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEGmAnsWEOI">trailer</a>), <b>Keep My Grave Open</b> (1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tufo0ummQvU">trailer</a>) and<b> 'Gator Bait</b> (1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZR-I0vnVJs">trailer</a>), Thurman can be found in A-productions by Spielberg as well as in Oscar-winning flicks like <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/235620679/peter-bogdanovich">Peter Bogdanovich</a>'s <b>The Last Picture Show</b> (1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bP1KaJCC0Y0&ab_channel=TrailerTrackerEnglish">trailer</a>), in which he plays <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/221781547/cloris-leachman">Cloris Leachman</a>'s closeted, apparently homosexual husband. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnL9d7XHJcTu2IDA_zbnpx25Bv3uY6VmQybXt_nwh9kX_EFy6KJtofq0wK7ZhRABRT6YKXtVBqPB0oLaiQ74PeigD-jUKnwfRvlUJiU3Fv97hGNVkcawPez720gd1dyM8uNCYioc469IpEktaLgmDVWR2Oci3-g-492FaoUt4jbY-Iz-E-BR-KTqVQQ/s330/nf5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="330" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnL9d7XHJcTu2IDA_zbnpx25Bv3uY6VmQybXt_nwh9kX_EFy6KJtofq0wK7ZhRABRT6YKXtVBqPB0oLaiQ74PeigD-jUKnwfRvlUJiU3Fv97hGNVkcawPez720gd1dyM8uNCYioc469IpEktaLgmDVWR2Oci3-g-492FaoUt4jbY-Iz-E-BR-KTqVQQ/s320/nf5.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">But to continue counting the positives: the over-age college girls also wear some pretty groovy original outfits; they obviously dug their best digs out of the closet for their non-name-making appearances, and many of them would — were it not for the big hair and wigs — easily get all the appreciative eyes today in the hipster dives of big cities like, dunno, Berlin. (Not so with the over-aged college guys, who one and all are on the other side of the fence known as butt-fuck ugly. In regard to the last, particular note must be given to the film's over-aged wanna-be juvenile delinquent Rex Bowers [Frank Jolly], who sports an amazingly immobile Brillo-creamed black object atop his head throughout the film. An eye magnet, to say the least, but for all the wrong reasons.) The original vintage cars are all eye candy, any one of which we would be happy to own today — was there ever a more beautifully ugly car than the 1967 Mustang Fastback? As Wes Blau, the local reporter, Gary McLain (of Buchanan's <b>Hell Raiders</b> [1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6MqGarS4Jo&ab_channel=Obscurity">full film</a>]) sports a nice pair of black-rimmed glasses that really underscore the lost look he sports whenever he's on screen — one keeps expecting him to become mutant chow, but he doesn't. And during the lakeside party scenes, the surfer music the elderly teenagers bop and hop to with rhythmless abandon, supplied by an unknown local garage band called The Wildcats,<b>*</b> is pretty good in an oddly elevator-music way. But kudos must be given to the ending: it takes forever to get to and (like the film as a whole) totally lacks tension or suspense or anything that might make it fun to watch, only to culminate with an anticlimactic mini-BANG! and the closing line, "I'll buy you all of the uniforms you want!" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH-0yZN1bc7HjjQ3mDheC0aR1tHIly3E4fxjOaxOr0WXE-RhocOKLMK1wGw7Cs6_z2fAF_QUOEWU71YH_eM6PrdFK8diROPca8bt9uQqccEYg7NaJGxg1nwH3CmqS0JxsLiQSSYPI6XOuoeMBaQDfgI2Z8nJ9SpuDiIXGQmNtNIrfwOZJhofH1rEeow/s300/imagess.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH-0yZN1bc7HjjQ3mDheC0aR1tHIly3E4fxjOaxOr0WXE-RhocOKLMK1wGw7Cs6_z2fAF_QUOEWU71YH_eM6PrdFK8diROPca8bt9uQqccEYg7NaJGxg1nwH3CmqS0JxsLiQSSYPI6XOuoeMBaQDfgI2Z8nJ9SpuDiIXGQmNtNIrfwOZJhofH1rEeow/s1600/imagess.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Apparently, Houston lawyer and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/@dobiemilburn9811">Death by Injection</a> guitarist <a href="http://www.texindbar.org/doug_obrien.php">Doug O'Brien</a> is a former member (who knows who the other member were). The band also appeared in the unknown and obscure regional film <b>Fulfillment, Something Worth Remembering</b> (1969 / <a href="https://letterboxd.com/film/fulfillment-something-worth-remembering/">review</a>) and apparently opened for The Who when they played in Beaument, Texas, in 1967 (<a href="https://www.houstonpress.com/music/docket-rockers-6557817"><i>Houston Press</i></a>). Over at <i><a href="https://monstermoviemusic.blogspot.com/2007/08/night-fright-wildcats-night-fright.html">Dwrayger Dungeon</a></i>, O'Brien mentions that, "Chris Trussel […] had us record the songs after the film had been shot. The scene at the lake with the kids dancing was shown to us so we could make up a song that would fit." </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-pmFZVHmpAv3xG4Z7SUgot3yUPu3f9s4tJcLmXKwMyg-jz5SPrgKL4jy3k2PSSqmmvsYuEgYa48slbPHlnrYn6Y-Enigye7oUSFyuKPZ6zaPbWyXflJZQlGpu_vylVSOCHDXePaSjfi64ZTtn5abNO3ME5bjOZWrJ3ZhuvFXk2pg3CE6c2QDwCuBGg/s387/night-fright-1967-monster.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="387" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-pmFZVHmpAv3xG4Z7SUgot3yUPu3f9s4tJcLmXKwMyg-jz5SPrgKL4jy3k2PSSqmmvsYuEgYa48slbPHlnrYn6Y-Enigye7oUSFyuKPZ6zaPbWyXflJZQlGpu_vylVSOCHDXePaSjfi64ZTtn5abNO3ME5bjOZWrJ3ZhuvFXk2pg3CE6c2QDwCuBGg/s320/night-fright-1967-monster.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">So: all that can be viewed as the plus points of the movie, but none (alone or combined) are impressive or intriguing enough to make the snore-a-thon that is <b>Night Fright</b> in any way viewable, even if you take into consideration the occasional memorable scene, like that embedded below, amidst all the rest of the boring non-events of this less craptastic than simply crappy anti-movie. Thus, although this public-domain movie is easy enough to find all over the net, there is really no need to search <b>Night Fright</b> out, for there is no reason to bother watching it. (Unless, of course, you happen to be John Agar completionist.) <b>Night Fright</b> is 100% non-imperative viewing. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dlbQfRzEAsw6ohX59noR6opig6rgjLArFpaqTi8uNks-dj-BnIqd-iZf0RsrPPmBWjuZCGQr3zl-hy0K2NiOAywqEqtqFqetp4P1LxjWQiEI5zd6UUviEMtS81VFjIPhRGZPiMc-DtMHtkO7omJdqm-0laf6hktRN7fk2zQOEQmmjiA5DGi3xw9SCg/s1782/NightFright_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1104" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dlbQfRzEAsw6ohX59noR6opig6rgjLArFpaqTi8uNks-dj-BnIqd-iZf0RsrPPmBWjuZCGQr3zl-hy0K2NiOAywqEqtqFqetp4P1LxjWQiEI5zd6UUviEMtS81VFjIPhRGZPiMc-DtMHtkO7omJdqm-0laf6hktRN7fk2zQOEQmmjiA5DGi3xw9SCg/s320/NightFright_4.jpg" width="198" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Judy* and Chris* sound like smart Texans</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>as they get heavy about life in</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Night Fright</i>: </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yB86nXXxlL4" width="320" youtube-src-id="yB86nXXxlL4"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Judy the Teen Heroine is played by Dorothy Davis, who happens to share her name with a forgotten and usually uncredited silent-film background actress. Ms. "Teen Heroine" Davis might also found in the background somewhere in <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-little-girl-who-lives-down-lane.html"><b>The Little Girl Who Lived Down the Lane</b></a> (1976) and <b>Cathy's Curse</b> (1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IID3ZpCuywc&ab_channel=Nintendementia">trailer</a>). Chris the [22-year-old] Teen Hero is played by the former and long-forgotten regional celebrity <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/101948158/ralph-d-baker">Ralph Durwood "Buddy" Baker Jr.</a> (3 Feb 1945 – 16 July 2008), a radio DJ and model (e.g., he was the "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2eTSLwxOjM&ab_channel=BionicDisco">The Sanger-Harris Man</a>"). As forgotten and unknown as both are, they were both once more famous than you ever will be.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dMDueTacU45tXZxHMiVYtdNQLBHrRTQhDJ4QAm-ImTMSYOSoQeKrDTa7FO8JP39fIS_M_vmmT2c3_F1xKUEH85iA_sd6rqkCEAiQYgiGt5O8YG6E38s9IzjxFFXmTL34nWg50KXfye331KQiIsNWFc_MAnuvPqiEGssftR_9DSQRGjuuB-xmw6ExOw/s500/night-fright-fifth-dimension-vhs.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="364" data-original-width="500" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dMDueTacU45tXZxHMiVYtdNQLBHrRTQhDJ4QAm-ImTMSYOSoQeKrDTa7FO8JP39fIS_M_vmmT2c3_F1xKUEH85iA_sd6rqkCEAiQYgiGt5O8YG6E38s9IzjxFFXmTL34nWg50KXfye331KQiIsNWFc_MAnuvPqiEGssftR_9DSQRGjuuB-xmw6ExOw/s320/night-fright-fifth-dimension-vhs.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <br /></span></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-28526067015609147772024-01-09T10:01:00.002+01:002024-01-09T10:01:55.386+01:00Croc (USA, 2007)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg997MkjaE0oM2kLPT9suGRctCjKVKhjtHpmGSY0H-eOLPsAyX23lFi4B_XmtHfrDoSqzbjULuKhuUnMLxv_AD8d58P0KwkcbcwGpqb9W8JNn6qVJSASMoZ4L1FqQV2gLtmle6-Gqq-W16fL9L5ANXrYhNj7PyiNgZ1UcH9WCDMHWdUyij6kcZzp1e8dQ/s359/db_9205_30.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg997MkjaE0oM2kLPT9suGRctCjKVKhjtHpmGSY0H-eOLPsAyX23lFi4B_XmtHfrDoSqzbjULuKhuUnMLxv_AD8d58P0KwkcbcwGpqb9W8JNn6qVJSASMoZ4L1FqQV2gLtmle6-Gqq-W16fL9L5ANXrYhNj7PyiNgZ1UcH9WCDMHWdUyij6kcZzp1e8dQ/s320/db_9205_30.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A made-for-TV flick that got screened on the SyFy Channel in the US and had a DVD release in Europe (and maybe elsewhere), <b>Croc </b>is pretty much what one might expect from "award-winning" director Stewart Raffill, a man who once, briefly, in 1984, garnered some attention for two consecutive genre film home runs, <b>The Ice Pirates</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-YZ8WOU1-w&ab_channel=Deathdealeus1984">trailer</a>) and <b>The Philadelphia Experiment</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAmpXDi53YQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), before revealing his true super-minor-league proclivities with the anti-film <b>Mac and Me</b> (1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtNfFTmPO8&ab_channel=MGM">trailer</a>), the psychotronically fun <b>Tammy and the T-Rex</b> (1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlW0EAhXJbE&ab_channel=VinegarSyndrome">trailer</a>), and the totally pointless<b> Mannequin Two: On the Move</b> (1991 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFzr6YzAEAY&ab_channel=VideoDetective">trailer</a>). <b>Croc</b>'s non-script was supplied by some guy named Ken Solarz, who roughly two decades ago seems to have blown his creative load with an interesting if unknown neo-noir, <b>City of Industry</b> (1996 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOYAUBTleBw&ab_channel=RetroTrailerArchive">trailer</a>), and has since then only dribbled disappointing, limp scripts for trash or TV shows — but then, he also seems to prefer the role of producer. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5Du6xOKL1FAAyFoAvUWek7BrJvadwr6FHCru4f6ucLEUY72-ZXZYetbA7jiDbiP7Yn7XNrFmnu3jqEKOjGGr6WVTMAW32VJgXD-rNmKqgWKa4xxeC4s8wuMQUxJ9MPonCZjg3xz3dpp7Yh1Ikf-Mbaa9j5ZB5u8nWdYHaEJv27mKAvrSXgsGHuczXw/s1181/01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="919" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5Du6xOKL1FAAyFoAvUWek7BrJvadwr6FHCru4f6ucLEUY72-ZXZYetbA7jiDbiP7Yn7XNrFmnu3jqEKOjGGr6WVTMAW32VJgXD-rNmKqgWKa4xxeC4s8wuMQUxJ9MPonCZjg3xz3dpp7Yh1Ikf-Mbaa9j5ZB5u8nWdYHaEJv27mKAvrSXgsGHuczXw/s320/01.jpg" width="249" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Croc</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/z9qreVPHvSo" width="320" youtube-src-id="z9qreVPHvSo"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Set and filmed in <a href="https://www.tourismthailand.org/Destinations/Provinces/Krabi/344">Krabi</a>, Thailand, the nominal plot of this white-savior flick — as the title infers — involves a huge, man-eating saltwater crocodile that starts chowing down the tourists and locals of the area. Jack McQuade (Peter Tuinstra), non-native resident who runs a local crocodile-farm tourist trap with his sister Allison (Elizabeth Healey) and nephew Theo (Scott Hazell), initially feels the heat of associated guilt due to the machinations of the two unscrupulous developers, Andy (Jibby Saetang a.k.a. Tawon Saetang) and Cao (Wasan Junsook) Konsong, who want Jack's land. Into the mix comes the mandatory eye-candy love interest for Jack, the babalicious Evelyn (Sherry Edwards nee Phungprasert of <b>Beast Mode</b> [2020 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShS7JsHMc64&ab_channel=OCTrailers">trailer</a>]) and the extremely pointless (and over-cool) one-legged hunter named Croc Hawkins (Michael Madsen), a character who, despite sharing his name with the film itself, is rather unneeded. Joining forces, they set out to save the people of Krabi — god knows that the Thai people themselves are incapable of saving themselves — and, after the croc munches on a few more natives and/or tourists and/or idiots, and as is always the case in real life, good triumphs in the end.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfmfb2Moz-KoW0jWQuFeaBfD0qt6on1i8YNGhzPa_MkdAM5TeG6VmbDi7jYnxJJGZKoU8u9xEjuFwPj471iXPTdrpSOmMOzUM3ZxEQQV0PtzOMwr8T8XgG_lWbiS4_N2noq7cbv1sDMPygQGUBKZZY-tRXi_lgbfOtgc5FR8qg3F-KhxOkTB47xM9VA/s1024/croc-5-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfmfb2Moz-KoW0jWQuFeaBfD0qt6on1i8YNGhzPa_MkdAM5TeG6VmbDi7jYnxJJGZKoU8u9xEjuFwPj471iXPTdrpSOmMOzUM3ZxEQQV0PtzOMwr8T8XgG_lWbiS4_N2noq7cbv1sDMPygQGUBKZZY-tRXi_lgbfOtgc5FR8qg3F-KhxOkTB47xM9VA/s320/croc-5-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Croc </b>is what we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> sometimes refer to as a vacation flick. Not because it's a good flick to watch while on vacation, but because of the reason why the name actor involved (in this case, the almost eternally slumming Michael Madsen [of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/09/voodoo-dawn-1998.html">Voodoo Dawn</a> </b>(1998) & <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-covenant-brotherhood-of-evil-usa.html">Canes</a> </b>(2006)]) took the job: it offers that person an excellent opportunity to go to a dream location for a few weeks and even earn money by doing a few days "work"; i.e., for a phoned-in performance. And face it, when Madsen phones in cool, manly and likable, he still remains more convincing than many an actor who tries to do so by means of serious method acting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSMg5nZiJ9oUmJ9Ee__9kkeipURvSOLuV3LZw-Apa_FueZ9XzIeL1nw3isgs-VN7ZDf-iVj1Trn0e5wbKQu5bRWeq0_o42QqUpVVScuKkrc4oK8fNG1VOm0DL1tycnv8AsxaA8U2jDszo4081aYdZPnetDw_S4T7UIcZ5CecVjS0NnKB_XRAr_1t12Q/s1024/croc-1-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSMg5nZiJ9oUmJ9Ee__9kkeipURvSOLuV3LZw-Apa_FueZ9XzIeL1nw3isgs-VN7ZDf-iVj1Trn0e5wbKQu5bRWeq0_o42QqUpVVScuKkrc4oK8fNG1VOm0DL1tycnv8AsxaA8U2jDszo4081aYdZPnetDw_S4T7UIcZ5CecVjS0NnKB_XRAr_1t12Q/s320/croc-1-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">That said, <b>Croc </b>is a pretty brainless and pointless movie, be it on TV or DVD. The cheap CGI blood is unconvincing, as is expected of a TV movie, and the narrative padded and idiotic. For the most part, the acting is entirely adequate for a movie of its level, but it is not surprising that most of the young names involved have not developed a viable film career since this flick was made 17 years ago. It is the type of movie in which when, in one scene, a guy dives into the pool and goes headfirst into the gaping mouth of the huge croc<b>*</b> (which promptly chomps down on him), the very next scene shows the same guy trying desperately to climb out of the same pool. Along the same line, of the six "main" characters, not one of them dies, not even when bitten by the croc and dragged underwater back to its lair — they literally survive with less injuries than most people get when they stub a toe.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3rqFQVxiU57IG5yDU5_Nk24VfJk48TlmU0980ymQj7LEm6J069I2eAPJCSpqq2vkYRundPPvfbAxX5uoU5e9DFEVTTmNhKkFFw0ANaM1OP0ZVyoQE26gFoKP5Uxn7K8pl1dbLJ6szbqGsfy2vCZfL_6IBiH8YxEZz4n5XNOxe90RDTcIcYBthbbnKw/s1024/croc-3-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3rqFQVxiU57IG5yDU5_Nk24VfJk48TlmU0980ymQj7LEm6J069I2eAPJCSpqq2vkYRundPPvfbAxX5uoU5e9DFEVTTmNhKkFFw0ANaM1OP0ZVyoQE26gFoKP5Uxn7K8pl1dbLJ6szbqGsfy2vCZfL_6IBiH8YxEZz4n5XNOxe90RDTcIcYBthbbnKw/s320/croc-3-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"Saltwater crocodiles have the strongest bite of any living animal." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCce8HnBGkBfgFQh_W3Ob84VmvOwGrtcGckNcNW7bG8BOXyjBMTq_AHQ24ef8ebc1F20Wt4bBpBoaZPXoy2ZYtAvUgqPU6cgO7Q8WVRC41bBJahczBRwfGqhlqSjkYH_iq73Md37WX5tCcGDAbKzI_a1xgmBGva_drrd7btll2WIOS8-OCw-2F06KJw/s1024/croc-2-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCce8HnBGkBfgFQh_W3Ob84VmvOwGrtcGckNcNW7bG8BOXyjBMTq_AHQ24ef8ebc1F20Wt4bBpBoaZPXoy2ZYtAvUgqPU6cgO7Q8WVRC41bBJahczBRwfGqhlqSjkYH_iq73Md37WX5tCcGDAbKzI_a1xgmBGva_drrd7btll2WIOS8-OCw-2F06KJw/s320/croc-2-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">So, is there anything good about the flick? Well, it is cleanly shot and the cinematography of the absolutely beautiful locations are of crisp, clear <i>National Geographic </i>quality, so <b>Croc </b>does sometimes have its travelogue appeal. Likewise, while Evelyn (Sherry Edwards nee Phungprasert) is perhaps the most babalicious of all the Thai nubiles that have a speaking part in the movie, the flick definitely pushes every exotic-fetish button that any straight (or bi) man or lesbian (or bi) woman might have. None get naked but they do get in an occasional bathing suit, so the flick does have a slight G-rated ogle-appeal. But aside from that, and a few flashes of usually unintentional humor, there is nothing memorable or worthwhile about <b>Croc</b>, so you really don't need to bother with it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtMGkYaS_A2RTxLn8BYJvVzYCStpPhHAOO01CXvLBnsna6Xrft55HFJzz-AULkTtUAp3S1gDHYRijBDAWbpjnafcSyLwjoEza5whRIHML6opGgezzSaq-byXSAljbcKcjVWy9dPDpyB_5dD3q8iyLchLBHmQLMNxCvnGYlAHkJ4L-39m80pOaG5bDSQ/s1024/croc-4-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtMGkYaS_A2RTxLn8BYJvVzYCStpPhHAOO01CXvLBnsna6Xrft55HFJzz-AULkTtUAp3S1gDHYRijBDAWbpjnafcSyLwjoEza5whRIHML6opGgezzSaq-byXSAljbcKcjVWy9dPDpyB_5dD3q8iyLchLBHmQLMNxCvnGYlAHkJ4L-39m80pOaG5bDSQ/s320/croc-4-r-rcm1024x0u.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Croc </b>is the fifth of the <i>Maneater </i>series produced by RHI Entertainment, which no longer really exists, and was preceded <b>Grizzly Rage</b> (2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wryRDVnimmY&ab_channel=TrailersExtreme">trailer</a>), <b>In The Spider's Web</b> (2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDQb8oEKdSk&ab_channel=MediaGraveyard">trailer</a>), <b>Maneater </b>(2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lf6oHJF4O1Q&ab_channel=bugeyedmovies">trailer</a>), and <b>Something Beneath</b> (2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PM-ptSI4cBk&ab_channel=WorldPremiereVOD">trailer</a>). Later TV films of the series also include more genre-specific creatures like werewolves (<b>Hybrid </b>[2008]), swamp creatures (<b>Swamp Devil </b>[2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPgELswaHQA&ab_channel=MediaGraveyard">trailer</a>]), aliens (<b>High Plains Invaders</b> [2009 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOrWkZZc34M&ab_channel=PBnJStuff">trailer</a>] — plus points for being set in the Old West), killer scarecrows (<b>Scarecrow </b>[2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlZIPzqKWhQ&ab_channel=AbSeNtTStUDio">trailer</a>]) and so forth. </span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-62693297044392441032024-01-03T14:20:00.000+01:002024-01-03T14:20:31.831+01:00The Ten "Best" of 2023 <div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gqFgJB8ars6MXvuVGuVS7eCFpFkIEqbB7WXmZhZ7ifo5cJBhlbCb-7yDDHCG17EIMBeARwqerykVvyQ3ctaiYIHmwI6yVfbm1qs_9x11Rc3YN2FnQjcUbgb4JXY6CE7vSAGY5Qex3xkQMS-vavoKwnC6IObBeYdMc1isiZSVi4_zId1upDaducxNkg/s479/tumblr_f68bc90addc0c8ac8f9d240c8d302320_4c098f95_500.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="479" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gqFgJB8ars6MXvuVGuVS7eCFpFkIEqbB7WXmZhZ7ifo5cJBhlbCb-7yDDHCG17EIMBeARwqerykVvyQ3ctaiYIHmwI6yVfbm1qs_9x11Rc3YN2FnQjcUbgb4JXY6CE7vSAGY5Qex3xkQMS-vavoKwnC6IObBeYdMc1isiZSVi4_zId1upDaducxNkg/s320/tumblr_f68bc90addc0c8ac8f9d240c8d302320_4c098f95_500.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As regular readers of <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> know, "Best of" is always relative at this blog as the films we give good reviews don't always show up in our end of the year round-up while films we trash do. This is because our choice is based less on quality than staying power: how often we think back upon a film, or the general feeling it stirs when we think about it again. Likewise, we usually watch so much crap that coming up with a "Top 10" is almost close to impossible...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">In regard to the last, 2023 proved to be an exceptional year in comparison to so many of the past: for the first time in a long time, we had absolutely no problem coming up with ten "noteworthy" titles that we feel deserve the honor of being listed here. Indeed, the problem this year, for the first time ever, was whittling our list down to only ten movies. Of the 31 feature films viewed, 15 made the first cut — the highest number ever! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Tradition, however, says our list is a "Ten Best List", and so ten it is. Normally, in the past, we listed our films in no particular order. This year, however, just to be different, they are listed alphabetically. Click the linked titles to read the complete original and overly verbose reviews. <br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span> </div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/abby-usa-1974.html">Abby</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1974)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcZ2R2h6wGcZm92fzIDklElHuoWUbzNyO0_fiFJC6yDkbCi7188sIXkUhMsPw3vZT7iZKxjfGC15IiavV7RyUEBocZJEij-eisVDLcibuobQ9tkw1XEpJ01DO-c5N2VD-GG57Eny64TLB1vN0LdpVzZaqf14ODgJW2xSS6oc0c9lRIU3z3vqtuvwqvA/s400/1_abby_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="400" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcZ2R2h6wGcZm92fzIDklElHuoWUbzNyO0_fiFJC6yDkbCi7188sIXkUhMsPw3vZT7iZKxjfGC15IiavV7RyUEBocZJEij-eisVDLcibuobQ9tkw1XEpJ01DO-c5N2VD-GG57Eny64TLB1vN0LdpVzZaqf14ODgJW2xSS6oc0c9lRIU3z3vqtuvwqvA/s320/1_abby_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>We saw this prime slab of Blaxploitation trash as a pubescent and found the entire experience amazing, so we'll admit that we are somewhat prejudiced in the film's favor. But hell's bells, let us stand tall and shout loudly: Abby is a great fucking film!</i>"<b>*</b> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Abby</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aLX6BnmtWS4" width="320" youtube-src-id="aLX6BnmtWS4"></iframe></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">For a look at the career of Abby's lead actress, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/236007078/carol-speed">Carol Speed</a> (14 March 1945 – 14 January 2022), may we suggest our <b>R.I.P. Carol Speed Career Review, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/02/rip-carol-speed-part-i-1971-73.html">Part I (1971-73)</a></b> and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/03/rip-carol-speed-part-ii-1974-2006.html">Part II (1974-2006)</a></b>? </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/ants-usa-1977.html">Ants!</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1977)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8BoApmITF8hpkOTtkRSxoS8rXf-IXzry9EYOBW74yEnQkfKSjR70zBUCrxGVmytqD4IEaLxeVv_t-x5E0F_WO_OmbRCoFbqAFl0W5YW77Br9aq4z5FLWPWzbeg7B9qPSNy-P5yrLCJL1-g5BPABhw1_Xz_YVyr6O0xM5110rmqwNbl9PQ095ylPGiQ/s400/2_Ants_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="400" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8BoApmITF8hpkOTtkRSxoS8rXf-IXzry9EYOBW74yEnQkfKSjR70zBUCrxGVmytqD4IEaLxeVv_t-x5E0F_WO_OmbRCoFbqAFl0W5YW77Br9aq4z5FLWPWzbeg7B9qPSNy-P5yrLCJL1-g5BPABhw1_Xz_YVyr6O0xM5110rmqwNbl9PQ095ylPGiQ/s320/2_Ants_4.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>While hardly a masterpiece and never even close to losing its 'This is a TV movie' sheen, <b>Ants!</b> actually works as a film. Sure, there are many scenes and points along the way that instigate a loud snort of unintended laughter, especially now, some 45 years after the flick's first airing, but <b>Ants!</b> remains watchable and involving from beginning to end and even manages to have some tense and/or memorable sequences, despite being hampered by buggies so small that they are close to impossible to truly make terrifying</i>." <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Ants!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rWy4HGErBfI" width="320" youtube-src-id="rWy4HGErBfI"></iframe></div><br /> </b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/creature-usa-1985.html">Creature</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1985</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZw1OAvLC0QO6RGXHjyEMXw2Lgb2RcyXk6vOSPu9VjLTMuI2CdxFtWVonMFAacBEyCr4oYsmwKk7bMzoOu7t9CGIigxLUimPMhYkArixcvxRseGIHQUvh8NJD2JZhpXV8qSAH1DNpomu37eTP7t_JH5EZ-AIGklpVIfcDkSFxSFBRJMqm9BotE8ADGg/s2024/3_Creature.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2024" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZw1OAvLC0QO6RGXHjyEMXw2Lgb2RcyXk6vOSPu9VjLTMuI2CdxFtWVonMFAacBEyCr4oYsmwKk7bMzoOu7t9CGIigxLUimPMhYkArixcvxRseGIHQUvh8NJD2JZhpXV8qSAH1DNpomu37eTP7t_JH5EZ-AIGklpVIfcDkSFxSFBRJMqm9BotE8ADGg/s320/3_Creature.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>C<i>reature </i></b><i>is hardly a bastion of originality and creativity, but as a science fiction body counter it manages to combine its purloined and/or genre-generic aspects and stock characters into a relatively unoriginal but thoroughly amusing space horror</i>." <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Creature</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QdbgGA5esqE" width="320" youtube-src-id="QdbgGA5esqE"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/death-rides-horse-italy-1967.html">Death Rides a Horse</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(Italy, 1967)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZ3N6Fq_lecQKJJUJvJrJek9YIQY8zBT6-vgiQvR_uz4r8luP9YCIM0iF3DnWSHqy5Bq_52itHzCvz88oJ-5I7S74C8hmVhu5wtmM4XEM0Y3YtPkz6GW-by3A-XfH7s6XimNO70c3yiT-4ZVgBW3j2MFOt_MoLllCQ9rdsOvlvBf8xW48kFw6iZ2J5Q/s520/4_death-rides-a-horse-movie-poster-1968-1020484556.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="520" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZ3N6Fq_lecQKJJUJvJrJek9YIQY8zBT6-vgiQvR_uz4r8luP9YCIM0iF3DnWSHqy5Bq_52itHzCvz88oJ-5I7S74C8hmVhu5wtmM4XEM0Y3YtPkz6GW-by3A-XfH7s6XimNO70c3yiT-4ZVgBW3j2MFOt_MoLllCQ9rdsOvlvBf8xW48kFw6iZ2J5Q/s320/4_death-rides-a-horse-movie-poster-1968-1020484556.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[...] <i><b>Death Rides a Horse</b> is one of those manly westerns in which nary a woman makes an appearance of note other than as victims </i>[...]" </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Death Rides a Horse</i>:</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gThuwiFSRCY" width="320" youtube-src-id="gThuwiFSRCY"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/11/dementia-13-usa-1963.html" target="_blank">Dementia 13</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1963)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47DVfWU1zgMeMRjP4lCiYYbaQlARqP3fg7tTtCgtUP3je8hBYCnuayQarfDxmGjO5GXZkIT2HLkdueQx6-93V7TiVVSZ5wLIvlGSZxzM4DsvbG8vb6rwIUICGrGDGtCo_ruA0otXLMxz_6C-ZJg9kmJOIZ9TxlFU1L2pB8b5UMOn_eTtPGHxJb3KtYg/s625/5_DEMENTIA%2013.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="625" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47DVfWU1zgMeMRjP4lCiYYbaQlARqP3fg7tTtCgtUP3je8hBYCnuayQarfDxmGjO5GXZkIT2HLkdueQx6-93V7TiVVSZ5wLIvlGSZxzM4DsvbG8vb6rwIUICGrGDGtCo_ruA0otXLMxz_6C-ZJg9kmJOIZ9TxlFU1L2pB8b5UMOn_eTtPGHxJb3KtYg/s320/5_DEMENTIA%2013.png" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Cheap and rushed the movie might be, and yes, the sound microphone does slip into the picture frame occasionally, but <b>Dementia 13</b> is a tight and well-made movie which, despite some WTF moments, sinks its hooks into the viewer from the start and keeps you watching until the end</i>."<b>*</b></span><br /></div> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Dementia 13</i>:</span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jq6b0_3_HDY" width="320" youtube-src-id="Jq6b0_3_HDY"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">For a look at the career of <b>Dementia 13</b>'s lead male, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/69106922/william-campbell">William Campbell</a> (30 October 1926 – 28 April 2011), may we suggest our <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/05/rip-william-campbell.html"><b>R.I.P. William Campbell Review</b></a>? </span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/doa-usa-1950.html" target="_blank">D.O.A.</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1950)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LtBJ6zQV7jwVpCgkEbI0fn1C3oUYqh1Kx2928vogZAZUpaSGrox0uQMWV1-AGwK43Id0Y8JtUWXYn2bcN9nMw-gMjtP5M4BraUpLiG08IyExScVnAW5nxbLuQIY6mJcTSANuyX38h9pmiYSD7i7LmXPj0hkr10ycl9S-XU197DecPaOUK6C6NZx50A/s600/6_s-l960.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="272" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LtBJ6zQV7jwVpCgkEbI0fn1C3oUYqh1Kx2928vogZAZUpaSGrox0uQMWV1-AGwK43Id0Y8JtUWXYn2bcN9nMw-gMjtP5M4BraUpLiG08IyExScVnAW5nxbLuQIY6mJcTSANuyX38h9pmiYSD7i7LmXPj0hkr10ycl9S-XU197DecPaOUK6C6NZx50A/s320/6_s-l960.jpg" width="145" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>What do you do, where can you run, when suddenly confronted by the fact that you are going to die, not in months or weeks, but possibly hours or days, and not because of some illness or accident but because someone unknown, for whatever reasons, has poisoned you?</i>" <br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>D.O.A.</i> —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>the complete movie:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9Bpld0nGL2I" width="320" youtube-src-id="9Bpld0nGL2I"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/forbidden-world-usa-1982.html" target="_blank">Forbidden World</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1982)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvWlYAuDyF_PKaskgyOE6VksGWpi-2u-y5s85k6QpwTlhfk-nRbD7U57kS1f8N8HjPsGvLWHgFcrSNbiPBTVB4yH8emY_BE0kU6LPh01P1qGRKl14CZ2lg96w1FKKlk0aAeZLwf71ckJ2pvTs4ubYpwHeQmHbCoKgHEXqInxkijxgG7ZHjCEdp2luHQ/s639/7_forbidden-world-35.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="639" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvWlYAuDyF_PKaskgyOE6VksGWpi-2u-y5s85k6QpwTlhfk-nRbD7U57kS1f8N8HjPsGvLWHgFcrSNbiPBTVB4yH8emY_BE0kU6LPh01P1qGRKl14CZ2lg96w1FKKlk0aAeZLwf71ckJ2pvTs4ubYpwHeQmHbCoKgHEXqInxkijxgG7ZHjCEdp2luHQ/s320/7_forbidden-world-35.webp" width="320" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[<b><i>Forbidden World</i></b>] <i>is, like so many 'fine' films from across the world around that time — <b>Contamination </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6bMP8sF1GA&ab_channel=TheCelluloidHighway">trailer</a>), <b>Alien 2: On Earth</b> (1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sMxen6TBPQ&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>The Being (</b>1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgreFMSOn2k&ab_channel=MondoBizarroTV">trailer</a>), <b>Galaxy of Terror</b> (1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQIoOjhdW0g&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>Parasite </b>(1982 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGnTUz_4EZE&ab_channel=KinoLorber">trailer</a>), <b>The Deadly Spawn</b> (1983 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXEu8BC-N7w&ab_channel=TrailerChan">trailer</a>), <b>Scared to Death</b> (1983 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg1nNSLuo-U&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>), <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/creature-usa-1985.html">Creature</a> </b>(1985) — little more than an unruly, bastard child of Ridley Scott's <b>Alien</b> (1979 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5lPt9edzQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers">trailer</a>). And as unruly, bastard children are apt to be, it is a lot of fun, if definitely not the wildest or nastiest of the bunch. (<b>Inseminoid </b>a.k.a. <b>Horror Planet</b> [1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jCgqG0FBkU&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>], anyone?) It is, at best, a guilty pleasure, with the emphasis on pleasure since some aspects of the low budget movie are essentially pretty good</i>." <br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Forbidden World</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JyAoepFodTE" width="320" youtube-src-id="JyAoepFodTE"></iframe></div><br /> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/the-mighty-peking-man-hong-kong-1977.html" target="_blank">The Mighty Peking Man</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(Hong Kong, 1977)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4OhgIv2sTFlhvviXtnHsWnl59C4z0Zp5shajNYUub3dg6mkj2SvzbaXS5-41731HO5e1D0sOQZa16VUqTrVuIn23yKSnu8lzD7rTSmrO99-uJLfOXnzhnV1Q0Ms88rk0RhVGhULOAlQaJvr8DywSj_zonUDv_eY64KFNU33WPMHTDhZtLSaVi_Oodg/s350/8_MightyPekingMan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4OhgIv2sTFlhvviXtnHsWnl59C4z0Zp5shajNYUub3dg6mkj2SvzbaXS5-41731HO5e1D0sOQZa16VUqTrVuIn23yKSnu8lzD7rTSmrO99-uJLfOXnzhnV1Q0Ms88rk0RhVGhULOAlQaJvr8DywSj_zonUDv_eY64KFNU33WPMHTDhZtLSaVi_Oodg/s320/8_MightyPekingMan.jpg" width="220" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[...]<i> <b>The Mighty Peking Man</b> remains an absolutely wonderful clusterfuck of a movie. Seldom has there been a movie that gets so much right by doing so much wrong</i>." <br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>The Mighty Peking Man</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UkJsHBB4xj0" width="320" youtube-src-id="UkJsHBB4xj0"></iframe></div><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/mute-witness-usa-1995.html" target="_blank">Mute Witness</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(USA, 1995)</span></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX5xtmSi4RbNF30rINJbLgI9cJxuIOJAn040w06FHk2Lo2ORJY9mmJ6NX-O_OAD51Mxwq1i4WoVM6Vw99n5nT9zl0kVoLPPNn30gE4t9DL8RWgpT-HGwdQqjD8Zcxhg_uiX_V7qXgAtXwTWCgDzoZIA9Kz1Ce5zotihVzXBpQeFfZcFgC3I78dUAyCA/s960/9_s-l960.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="686" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX5xtmSi4RbNF30rINJbLgI9cJxuIOJAn040w06FHk2Lo2ORJY9mmJ6NX-O_OAD51Mxwq1i4WoVM6Vw99n5nT9zl0kVoLPPNn30gE4t9DL8RWgpT-HGwdQqjD8Zcxhg_uiX_V7qXgAtXwTWCgDzoZIA9Kz1Ce5zotihVzXBpQeFfZcFgC3I78dUAyCA/s320/9_s-l960.jpg" width="229" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Quick-paced and suspenseful, Mute Witness is a well-crafted delight that keeps the viewer at bated breath and manages to convince due to its excellent technique, setting, and acting</i>." <br /></span><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Mute Witness</i>:</span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ss5Hw3uiArs" width="320" youtube-src-id="Ss5Hw3uiArs"></iframe></div><br /> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/parents-usa-1989.html" target="_blank">Parents</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 1989)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuv2htxR6HP06MvnGY94v49oSb8EkQEDjECX2hG5C4zIa3_HCpRXPI6T8r_E6Ry53M4zwbIl5mDDcahnWhHf8i1d3IGMF1Uld2NmdBdLXqnS1G0YDOr4oN6Wu-KW4pvqf229JYbEN_RDVrZGswQl0XRe2QFSXjFgNJ-cgn7KkF0Pa1b3DYiS1uVBFpZg/s473/10_%20Parents.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="305" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuv2htxR6HP06MvnGY94v49oSb8EkQEDjECX2hG5C4zIa3_HCpRXPI6T8r_E6Ry53M4zwbIl5mDDcahnWhHf8i1d3IGMF1Uld2NmdBdLXqnS1G0YDOr4oN6Wu-KW4pvqf229JYbEN_RDVrZGswQl0XRe2QFSXjFgNJ-cgn7KkF0Pa1b3DYiS1uVBFpZg/s320/10_%20Parents.png" width="206" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Here's a uniquely odd, disquieting and blackly funny horror comedy from the end of the '80s that remains unjustly unknown, despite being a mild financial and critical success when released</i>." <br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Parents</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VVDxDXq1VEY" width="320" youtube-src-id="VVDxDXq1VEY"></iframe></div><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Runners-Up</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(in no particular order):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/natural-selection-planet-texas-1999.html" target="_blank">Natural Selection</a> (Planet Texas, 1999)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boogeyman-3-usa-2008.html" target="_blank">Boogeyman 3</a> (USA, 2008)</b> <br /><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/11/hue-cry-great-britain-1947.html" target="_blank">Hue & Cry</a> (Great Britain, 1947)</b> <br /><b> <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/space-marines-usa-1996.html" target="_blank">Space Marines</a> (USA, 1996)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/lost-usa-2004.html" target="_blank">Lost</a> (USA, 2004)</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b> <br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHRcha5uVGaBWHgiFQWToCRWycmN8LIVyaqejYk-N6Pi90qlBAnPe9lbRrurDU0_jPpHkvxBH5GV5t13DasOR4vQX5LL5h20oL1uJqmIERFx0KsMaAowoyb-KTo26qvL82CD2K1s_8gAx4qcoxNQ6bHPgSxC0BjW2hU_vA9rSHCYxt65_o4HTHrYaFA/s1200/11_poop-emoji.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHRcha5uVGaBWHgiFQWToCRWycmN8LIVyaqejYk-N6Pi90qlBAnPe9lbRrurDU0_jPpHkvxBH5GV5t13DasOR4vQX5LL5h20oL1uJqmIERFx0KsMaAowoyb-KTo26qvL82CD2K1s_8gAx4qcoxNQ6bHPgSxC0BjW2hU_vA9rSHCYxt65_o4HTHrYaFA/s320/11_poop-emoji.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>Lastly:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>The Turd of the Year!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/unrest-usa-2006.html">Unrest</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>(USA, 2006</b>)</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZT-eeBoo8PaGJFfwGCgLgwJ4PbxcaxLcShyphenhyphenHz2PshCdlbkmcXWWH6hhaHDD-4kgpSzbYCcoWftPZQZaIaIo2s31Q7kCcqukW_5oNZ1xD3dQldZQwgogaTneoYdVnGiTarFcHHi3D8oHZe2817J1CYtWjwfp-TDyAExz3Y02YkIaK15kaG27Bdr05PQ/s320/11_Turd_Unrest_2006_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="213" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZT-eeBoo8PaGJFfwGCgLgwJ4PbxcaxLcShyphenhyphenHz2PshCdlbkmcXWWH6hhaHDD-4kgpSzbYCcoWftPZQZaIaIo2s31Q7kCcqukW_5oNZ1xD3dQldZQwgogaTneoYdVnGiTarFcHHi3D8oHZe2817J1CYtWjwfp-TDyAExz3Y02YkIaK15kaG27Bdr05PQ/s1600/11_Turd_Unrest_2006_03.jpg" width="213" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>A classic example of we-saw-it-so-you-don't-have-to:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Sometimes the question is not how a film ever got made, but why the film doesn't kill someone's career. It is surprising that this dull and predictable and often laughable slab of sub-generic horror didn't do exactly that to film's director and co-scribe Jason Todd Ipson</i> [...]" <br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Unrest</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YtMjgOT_IcM" width="320" youtube-src-id="YtMjgOT_IcM"></iframe></div></b></span> </div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-4813298105691818582023-12-31T13:23:00.002+01:002023-12-31T13:23:34.594+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdohmHHEqjW5v5s0-vVYo3Dvj55KgFEQYQX-I_b-qqAeeeyrbha32Xbav8KSkhrR4Hsn-jixCiugEWNbB2pyDMb78e5jTU8R0sXecms0JxnIlCNnZx9Wp_AKqBfMFAkSnt_GZCcItSJQzWwt06l_3ozMPxbJegsED7Wk2e5iiwb0AejKefLLPd7FivA/s500/0_happyNewYear.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdohmHHEqjW5v5s0-vVYo3Dvj55KgFEQYQX-I_b-qqAeeeyrbha32Xbav8KSkhrR4Hsn-jixCiugEWNbB2pyDMb78e5jTU8R0sXecms0JxnIlCNnZx9Wp_AKqBfMFAkSnt_GZCcItSJQzWwt06l_3ozMPxbJegsED7Wk2e5iiwb0AejKefLLPd7FivA/s320/0_happyNewYear.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-33134412986482816122023-12-28T14:35:00.003+01:002023-12-28T14:35:53.546+01:00Creature (USA, 1985) <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwtm1MjPZgZC82VINe2rpX1GugjFLKEDK5U0feRmcsIJuU16Vz4fYDFd72SwIWa123KpVmvNH_kJdSrIWdsU5Xs2EWR3g-dTXaKPo7SQ0MSQZ6rlJWCEIFHXHVHHT_8wu1L91cV5SY94eDE4ASIwAdtGLfdMAOPWuYlTFRqg0vtpx_FTDeE39GJwtmw/s554/creature-28841l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="554" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwtm1MjPZgZC82VINe2rpX1GugjFLKEDK5U0feRmcsIJuU16Vz4fYDFd72SwIWa123KpVmvNH_kJdSrIWdsU5Xs2EWR3g-dTXaKPo7SQ0MSQZ6rlJWCEIFHXHVHHT_8wu1L91cV5SY94eDE4ASIwAdtGLfdMAOPWuYlTFRqg0vtpx_FTDeE39GJwtmw/s320/creature-28841l.jpg" width="320" /></a> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(Spoilers.) Not to be mistaken with 2004's <b>Creature</b>, also known as <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/08/alien-lockdowncreature-usa-2004.html">Alien Lockdown</a></b> and Predatorman, this <b>Creature </b>is from the fabulous '80s, as is more than obvious by the fabulously horrible '80s hair worn by some of the babes; oddly enough, the men, above all manly TV actor Stan Ivar<b>*</b> as the heroic Captain Mike Davison and Robert Jaffe as Jon Fennel,<b>*</b> sport haircuts that look even more retro, say, late '70s. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzzr3-91cJsoBvE5_PZfofE20v4BOn8vuKCOhNBFA00XfhCYiV_QXPHCTdIdM1p9yqtYtlP-pfWmlbSppWpCcXBmNXzsD21ThoBbfOcAmuuThBtCktwmZ_bBIwt5mbSY-wtRrOSI8DlRkJCGFu6hLVYO879UtRkh9_5gZrzHkFfSo6b9DOKVpkLrtMw/s640/creature-1985.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="640" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzzr3-91cJsoBvE5_PZfofE20v4BOn8vuKCOhNBFA00XfhCYiV_QXPHCTdIdM1p9yqtYtlP-pfWmlbSppWpCcXBmNXzsD21ThoBbfOcAmuuThBtCktwmZ_bBIwt5mbSY-wtRrOSI8DlRkJCGFu6hLVYO879UtRkh9_5gZrzHkFfSo6b9DOKVpkLrtMw/s320/creature-1985.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Stan Ivar really hasn't done diddly-squat that interests us, but Robert Jaffe is of a different cut. Of his few acting credits, you find small parts in <b>Fuzz </b>(1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hpkd7dyRvsY">trailer</a>, see: <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html">Uschi, Part VI</a></b>) and the unloved <b>Magnificent Seven Ride!</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3r1e3IGglmI&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), but what make him interesting to <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> is his writing and production credits. He worked on the screenplay to the contentious <b>Demon Seed</b> (1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6O1NRs-YuU">trailer</a>), the forgotten trash horror <b>Scarab </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG6QqEwxsFw">trailer</a>), the equally forgotten original film version of <b>Nightflyers </b>(1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8wtmcLu_Lw">trailer</a>), which was revamped in 2018 as a series (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUFsJxCh4Bw">trailer</a>) on Netfux, and — the film for which he has our appreciation — he helped script and produce that fun and eminently watchable slab of comedic horror, <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/10/motel-hell-usa-1980.html">Motel Hell</a> </b>(1980).</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOlrqN_kfIi9xhFbCQ7p0Z41NTawCOfHGSmNtI3a7uP0Kz9K9jb-I89lE0eG49PvRY09z_rjENDA8gtUYht8dJGBIbw40wLHtDectdCwk38mCVeVMzzVNEO68kROIJqxEBlLrX2Gkywuwy_A7KzHe43qjN4vnZxyHnchE5aTaKNEtjTwrXoSB4K9s7g/s481/lf.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOlrqN_kfIi9xhFbCQ7p0Z41NTawCOfHGSmNtI3a7uP0Kz9K9jb-I89lE0eG49PvRY09z_rjENDA8gtUYht8dJGBIbw40wLHtDectdCwk38mCVeVMzzVNEO68kROIJqxEBlLrX2Gkywuwy_A7KzHe43qjN4vnZxyHnchE5aTaKNEtjTwrXoSB4K9s7g/s320/lf.webp" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Creature</i>:</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QdbgGA5esqE" width="320" youtube-src-id="QdbgGA5esqE"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Creature </b>could easily be mistaken as a Roger Corman production, but it isn't: it is, by all accounts, an independent production brought to reality above all by the gumption and drive of the film's writer and director William Malone, who at the time had an unabating desire to become a director. And that he did become: <b>Creature</b>, which was preceded by the much lower budgeted <b>Scared to Death</b> (1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg1nNSLuo-U">trailer</a>), has led to a career as a director on TV horror genre series as well as a steady stream of feature-film horrors, namely the critically maligned but financially successful <b>House on Haunted Hill</b> remake (1999 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfhy9nWG6Gw">trailer</a>), the unpopular <b>Fear dot Com</b> (2002 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGp05kGSU6k">trailer</a>), and the virtually unknown <b>Parasomnia </b>(2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9C9WxY2_pk">trailer</a>). Whatever his next project might be, it has been a long time in waiting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SydBF7T3jMyj9R26xcM_FxJxNBK7_3DzOin7UK0Yr8JCvwftA74_evORLE_9OpyEnvlekP5hO-zZDBJYjGxcknjlX20sIpwV20UeoZ-rk992vHUz7poAO5ZN7QkaBFno9RS4H8tHcEb3UdcSdVInXH5TtE_7FlTxFp-YsTWXmrHUcnI1ZQHjWUkgkg/s800/titan-find-2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="800" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SydBF7T3jMyj9R26xcM_FxJxNBK7_3DzOin7UK0Yr8JCvwftA74_evORLE_9OpyEnvlekP5hO-zZDBJYjGxcknjlX20sIpwV20UeoZ-rk992vHUz7poAO5ZN7QkaBFno9RS4H8tHcEb3UdcSdVInXH5TtE_7FlTxFp-YsTWXmrHUcnI1ZQHjWUkgkg/s320/titan-find-2.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>We found... a child's butterfly collection... but some of these butterflies... were not too friendly...</i>" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Hans Rudy Hofner (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6806287/klaus-kinski">Klaus Kinski</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KFvx_poMDQss-y9SwPMYKFXeeSXxEjLt15SRghnP7T8WClfErl3laednu4EwmlzWHwOZstzBB9RRly3omywVtOxCBc11wnaidMcH-NX8vTPS1i_DOfrEMtB2SXchP99_GxMQYGUb9RXR1xVgbV33G4j3e09CdSKD0v0XsJQF97R4adSByseQB-Yl7A/s606/titan02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="606" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KFvx_poMDQss-y9SwPMYKFXeeSXxEjLt15SRghnP7T8WClfErl3laednu4EwmlzWHwOZstzBB9RRly3omywVtOxCBc11wnaidMcH-NX8vTPS1i_DOfrEMtB2SXchP99_GxMQYGUb9RXR1xVgbV33G4j3e09CdSKD0v0XsJQF97R4adSByseQB-Yl7A/s320/titan02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A.k.a. as <b>The Titan Find</b>, the original version of <b>Creature </b>seems to be in the public domain, and it is the PD version that we saw, pan and scanned but apparently uncut from the original release, packaged as it was on a double feature DVD with the mega-flop <b>Slipstream</b> (1989). In 2013, William Malone re-released the film, on DVD, under its original title, the less grindhouse-appropriate <b>The Titan Find</b>, in a widescreen version featuring his original and longer director's cut. While, had we had the choice, we would have preferred watching that version, as widescreen is always great and uncut grindhouse generally means more blood and breasts, we must say that the version of <b>Creature </b>we saw, rated PG-13, had a pleasant amount of both B&B and wasn't all that bad. <b>The Titan Find</b>, in any event, is now also available in novelized form, written by <a href="https://twitter.com/cfrancisauthor">Christian Francis</a>, a man whose specialty is novelizations of horror films.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCeVgUY_SMWqvAD4BU7O0SSzCCXSxjozmvrwWciuN3h2DQbkdizgDY3A1gjjNS_sjD_AHzVD2K7JLjufgMuWqsJGRb39koy7w9sxNDyh1UjJ5WzqyiNiejYhHmzhx-Tg69AdqN88FBqcxbLyzjMKnbQzkgwCzQphLl5pf4AHkpMltvthYjThrPs7ZbQ/s268/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="188" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCeVgUY_SMWqvAD4BU7O0SSzCCXSxjozmvrwWciuN3h2DQbkdizgDY3A1gjjNS_sjD_AHzVD2K7JLjufgMuWqsJGRb39koy7w9sxNDyh1UjJ5WzqyiNiejYhHmzhx-Tg69AdqN88FBqcxbLyzjMKnbQzkgwCzQphLl5pf4AHkpMltvthYjThrPs7ZbQ/s1600/images.jpg" width="188" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Creature </b>is hardly a bastion of originality and creativity, but as a science fiction body counter it manages to combine its purloined and/or genre-generic aspects and stock characters into a relatively unoriginal but thoroughly amusing space horror. There are dry spots and an occasional snort-inducing event, but the movie does keep one entertained until the end. It opens with two space-suited men (John Stinson [of <b>The Hand</b> (1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUA0ncaHT40&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>)] & Jim McKeny [of <b>Alice </b>(2022 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YlQa7j0BTU&ab_channel=MovieCoverage">trailer</a>)] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/10/gravedancers-usa-2006.html">The Gravedancers</a></b> [2006]), geologists for the American multinational NTI, finding some ancient eggs on the largest moon of Saturn, Titan. The discovery goes wrong, as one can imagine, but the real story starts some two months later, after the surviving astronaut, looking burnt and dead, crashes their spaceship into Concorde, a space station orbiting Earth's moon. NTI promptly sends a new ship to Titan, the Shenandoah, captained by Mike Davison but run by the NTI representative David Perkins (Lyman Ward<b>*</b>). Its crew includes the only other man, Jon Fennel, three girlies with brains — final girl Beth Sladen (Wendy Schaal of <b>Munchies </b>[1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-1jN3UhHCM&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]), sexy Dr. Wendy H. Oliver (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/248239948/annette-mccarthy">Annette McCarthy</a> [12 Apr 1958 – 6 Jan 2023]), and obvious fodder Susan Delambre (Marie Laurin), who later supplies the movie's naked-breast quotient — and Melanie Bryce (Diane Salinger of <b>Batman Returns</b> [1992 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oi5uwfwrDcI&ab_channel=JoBloSuperheroes">trailer</a>], <b>Rest Stop</b> [2006 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ln3pKCshbb4&ab_channel=TheIovemovies123">trailer</a>] and <b>Rest Stop: Don't Look Back</b> [2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sVB0DPGFrU&ab_channel=Screambox">trailer</a>] and more), a security officer who looks like she stepped straight out of a John Willie (i.e., John Alexander Scott Coutts [9 Dec 1902 – 5 Aug 1962]) comic or <a href="https://hyperallergic.com/172180/a-long-lost-artist-of-the-1950s-sexual-underground/">Eugene Bilbrew</a> (29 Jun 1923 – May 1974) paperback cover, from her wonderfully over-the-top hairstyle to her black frilly panties we see in the scene where Dr Hans Rudy Hofner (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6806287/klaus-kinski">Klaus Kinski</a><b>**</b>) "introduces" himself. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_LcF41OvkrhE94-s3XBYa7kimEPn00IASSmDT1evS0L0DcA573ycyq9qO2VhjoCC_-HdRyJsgYGTJcl3xub9EoduvV8vylbAjjmrgUa4_FCgTNFuB8PRq_XJspkscWJrizR4Ybc-SwX6-MOrHib0mtVL8xpYMN62mbAXYL0Zm0gff7AzG45jLZshEg/s1600/queen-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="989" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_LcF41OvkrhE94-s3XBYa7kimEPn00IASSmDT1evS0L0DcA573ycyq9qO2VhjoCC_-HdRyJsgYGTJcl3xub9EoduvV8vylbAjjmrgUa4_FCgTNFuB8PRq_XJspkscWJrizR4Ybc-SwX6-MOrHib0mtVL8xpYMN62mbAXYL0Zm0gff7AzG45jLZshEg/s320/queen-2.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Lyman Ward made his walk-on and walk-off feature-film debut in the Pam Grier classic <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffy-usa-1973.html">Coffy</a></b> (1973) and has been in many "bad" film in parts of varying importance, including <b>The Happy Hooker Goes Hollywood</b> (1980 / trailer, see: <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/08/rip-dick-miller-part-v-1977-80.html"><b>Dick Miller Part V</b></a>), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare-on-elm-street-part-2-freddys.html">A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge</a></b> (1985) <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepwalkers-usa1992.html">Sleepwalkers</a> </b>(1992), <b>Mikey</b> (1992 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFig5VcPbzQ&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers">trailer</a>), and <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73RYirgeLV4&ab_channel=AndreaTrueConnVEVO">more, more, more</a></i>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>** </b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Other films featuring the one and only <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/jan/10/klaus-kinski-rape-claims-daughter">child-molesting</a> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6806287/klaus-kinski">Klaus Kinski</a> (18 Oct 1926 – 23 Nov 1991) that have been reviewed at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> include: <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/08/der-racher-avenger-germany-1960.html">The Avenger</a> </b>(1960), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/09/das-geheimnis-der-gelben-narzissen.html">The Devil's Daffodil</a> </b>(1961), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/02/die-toten-augen-von-london-germany-1961.html">Dead Eyes of London</a> </b>(1961), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/06/das-gasthaus-der-themse-inn-on-river.html">The Inn on the River</a> </b>(1962), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/12/das-indische-tuch-indian-scarf-germany.html">The Indian Scarf</a></b> (1963),<b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/03/der-schwarze-abt-black-abbot-germany.html">The Black Abbot</a></b> (1963), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/05/il-grande-silenziothe-big-silence-italy.html">The Great Silence</a> </b>(1968), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/12/black-killer-italy-1971.html">Black Killer</a> </b>(1971) and...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EAB5AbMO1xP6VgMs0M6NZ7M3U-KDbTvyijhTmE2cB4iDQYqSHzMVsMO0miitC4mGtqtt7USu_Dx3WbH0jfNvUlWoSmPsMo6j5_eYJmbOKqARJ0f7IfW_-k2MVovjqTq80AfHY-AmfXPDm1K94up7HUV5MDqiEpy0tLIHOWn5hlmUvJaj1OpTaxfi9Q/s960/image-asset.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="960" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EAB5AbMO1xP6VgMs0M6NZ7M3U-KDbTvyijhTmE2cB4iDQYqSHzMVsMO0miitC4mGtqtt7USu_Dx3WbH0jfNvUlWoSmPsMo6j5_eYJmbOKqARJ0f7IfW_-k2MVovjqTq80AfHY-AmfXPDm1K94up7HUV5MDqiEpy0tLIHOWn5hlmUvJaj1OpTaxfi9Q/s320/image-asset.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Creature </b>mines <b>Alien </b>(1979 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5lPt9edzQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers">trailer</a>) and pays direct homage to the original<b> Thing from Another World</b> (1951 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5dwbZKd64Y&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>) to throw together a serviceable body counter in science-fiction clothing. The body count by the end is a lowly six, providing one counts the first two astronauts and ignores all the seen and unseen bodies of the crew of the German spaceship whence Dr. Hofner comes and the narrative ultimately resolves itself. A key aspect of the film is that the creature does more than simply decapitate or eat the humans: occasionally it implants a parasite in the dead body, creating a kind of zombie that does its bidding and shares all knowledge, thus it grows more intelligent as the movie progresses. (The parasites and their link to their master is reminiscent of other, better films like the classic pro-drug meta movie <b>The Faculty </b>[1998 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=praQkvivkUE&ab_channel=Miramax">trailer</a>] and James Gunn's hilarious <b>Slither </b>[2006 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SI0BcgVdSWg&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]; one might also think of Cronenberg's <b>Shivers </b>[1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQxcOJ0yEoY&ab_channel=TrailerTrackerEnglish">trailer</a>], but those parasites, while similar, don't share a mental link.) The order in which the various characters go is relatively easy to figure out, but the movie nevertheless manages to mine some tension from the expectation.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYnVRTcyRzFT2Ot0LpUcEFHs2G2l9x2xAnJmCNKINg4dwXDMHqKttNUsxuhvhtas_64Z7xPso27UYjQ26-R5t0NbwvZUnWXyKkPMxvC4H7LYwIxKwE2mc1khtst_-02HQZbrNf66GP3Ej5jB9-lbWVvyVzNi_yNHzYY0P-iRJlcor212QYPtjdr-Dug/s778/Creature-612806787-large.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYnVRTcyRzFT2Ot0LpUcEFHs2G2l9x2xAnJmCNKINg4dwXDMHqKttNUsxuhvhtas_64Z7xPso27UYjQ26-R5t0NbwvZUnWXyKkPMxvC4H7LYwIxKwE2mc1khtst_-02HQZbrNf66GP3Ej5jB9-lbWVvyVzNi_yNHzYY0P-iRJlcor212QYPtjdr-Dug/s320/Creature-612806787-large.jpg" width="206" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>I saw a movie once, where a group of people were trapped in an ice station by a carrot from another planet...</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Beth Sladen (Wendy Schaal)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtqwP-0VUOQwb71YAPY3D1trxV5kh954IZj6NQCr2IYPgdsXckow4THYKN6qE9cckJf5Kp1ocAFhSzUUFzxXzHIhcJa4nVA6X7yXcAuMUe-LtD1X_qdO9eVbnjc0F4-RCLouKYOP67-d-5sffyJxzKAB9Qfsgyi_UbRwEUFJtoXDpkpYKeUGrzSgQ1g/s576/review_creature.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="576" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtqwP-0VUOQwb71YAPY3D1trxV5kh954IZj6NQCr2IYPgdsXckow4THYKN6qE9cckJf5Kp1ocAFhSzUUFzxXzHIhcJa4nVA6X7yXcAuMUe-LtD1X_qdO9eVbnjc0F4-RCLouKYOP67-d-5sffyJxzKAB9Qfsgyi_UbRwEUFJtoXDpkpYKeUGrzSgQ1g/s320/review_creature.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The characterizations of the diverse figures of <b>Creature </b>are sketchy or rote at best, but some manage to inhabit their parts better than others. As already mentioned, the pert-breasted Susan Delambre supplies the requisite blood-smeared nude scenes (as well as the most atrocious example of '80s hair styling), but she is more than wooden until she dies and is parasitically revived — her nudity and frown do wonders for the impression she subsequently makes. It is, however, her smitten deep-space penis Jon Fennel (Robert Jaffe) that the alien uses to its best advantage by turning him into a regular Benedict Arnold. Dr. Wendy is basically there to die, while final girl Beth, despite all her braininess and perseverance, screams a lot by contemporary standards and stands firmly at the tail end of that genre trope, the pretty girl that has to be saved — again and again and again. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW0Zh6VEx1ArThKcN6iQ7inQlKTiEdDhv4I8H3pPkL6mGguVSe5WDLXCSNMc7V1cpsS3t_V6-6CvKOIlwlfXei-hgbjRvKy9GwoHR7nInVPGJTfL6-CRepI8WQYBit0ujBx5K6_Rl1iSH1oc1wSgJ_PHHe9jLQcwpZ1Mqr_B6Yc5_P3ud7o4jq5mNIg/s450/image-asset.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="450" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxW0Zh6VEx1ArThKcN6iQ7inQlKTiEdDhv4I8H3pPkL6mGguVSe5WDLXCSNMc7V1cpsS3t_V6-6CvKOIlwlfXei-hgbjRvKy9GwoHR7nInVPGJTfL6-CRepI8WQYBit0ujBx5K6_Rl1iSH1oc1wSgJ_PHHe9jLQcwpZ1Mqr_B6Yc5_P3ud7o4jq5mNIg/s320/image-asset.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As Dr. Hofner, Klaus Kinski is surprisingly restrained but nevertheless typically goofy, but his presence is relatively short and he appears to have been played by a stand-in once he gets a parasite in his brain. (He could well have been played by anyone, but, hey! Kinski is a name.) Diane Salinger's Security Officer Bryce is actually the most interesting character of the movie, but though she is a key figure in the movie's resolution, she is under-utilized in the overall events of the narrative. It is arguably that as the NTI representative David Perkins, Lyman Ward has the meatiest part of <b>Creature</b>: a company asshole at the start of the movie and responsible for a terrible decision that basically puts the whole crew in its deadly situation, he grows into a manly, self-sacrificing man who puts his 100% into working with manly Captain Davison to kill the monster and get off the planet.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2nxdJp7VTYS6GcGXux_2tMf4cQOgG2WppdTOHZ_fCgDeqPFmKb2oqGfs4SK62VCBTIReYy6W-WBuYIXzWQ449RA1yLeTCchRD2S8hYz55P5qNE8r8bkpFSfLD2fy46K44W8HvMWqVInO-d4LQhFOeT1Xh49mr0Ltd9y22LcrkMmaUPaM1lU8g_7r7w/s600/creature-die-dunkle-macht-der-finsternis-dvd-klaus-kinski.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="600" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS2nxdJp7VTYS6GcGXux_2tMf4cQOgG2WppdTOHZ_fCgDeqPFmKb2oqGfs4SK62VCBTIReYy6W-WBuYIXzWQ449RA1yLeTCchRD2S8hYz55P5qNE8r8bkpFSfLD2fy46K44W8HvMWqVInO-d4LQhFOeT1Xh49mr0Ltd9y22LcrkMmaUPaM1lU8g_7r7w/s320/creature-die-dunkle-macht-der-finsternis-dvd-klaus-kinski.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As mentioned earlier, <b>Creature </b>is not the most original movies, but the narrative is not too porous and once the team finally gets to Titan, relatively suspenseful. And for being a low budget, independently financed film, it looks pretty good: the interiors of the ship never scream "No Money!" and the exteriors on Titan are perfectly serviceable. The start of the movie is a bit low on gore — the exploding head within a space helmet is not really worth writing home about — but there are some good old-fashioned practical effects towards the end. It might not truly meet one's expectations for '80s cheese and trashy films in regard to how the blood and sleaze is dolloped, but fans of the grindhouse genre(s) will probably find <b>Creature </b>more than a passable way to spend an evening. Here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i>, we give <b>Creature </b>two thumbs up.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiE-Q2YiZ8MAJOdqyvG5AbjCitl_7rcIxvsqB0IJepSM9e4E9MV15AqYJTLskfZZ-85Rq9pSdV2wVV6BCdtaOmP_zCaFN3wMSm5JTaxvt_1u6DcAFeposq4lnzGH_vm5KaiwhpeWaZ8B4b_jMu_v366GpyZKZBw2yzsekDamYcYDyuCBzwVXKl8P36RQ/s380/Creatureposter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="262" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiE-Q2YiZ8MAJOdqyvG5AbjCitl_7rcIxvsqB0IJepSM9e4E9MV15AqYJTLskfZZ-85Rq9pSdV2wVV6BCdtaOmP_zCaFN3wMSm5JTaxvt_1u6DcAFeposq4lnzGH_vm5KaiwhpeWaZ8B4b_jMu_v366GpyZKZBw2yzsekDamYcYDyuCBzwVXKl8P36RQ/s320/Creatureposter.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-79475640867373360082023-12-19T12:39:00.002+01:002023-12-19T12:41:04.575+01:00Boogeyman 3 (USA, 2008) <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWomwGQQugq9CdBd5JkdPPuSCJ61oPCfZrRKxbNGiRFoKgUvQvNtkXEbcRGV3hlCOIBwY8rRlhaNsvqsPFCProADqec6BHtgZt9vw7FErBRzG6yiIbaPq8TVn-TXLpnkw-FXIiLQH6E1uM1IHc87nuw7u3t5uU91oAIeGUaWp4LW-SYa2J6UNKv-b-Q/s1200/0_images2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="852" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWomwGQQugq9CdBd5JkdPPuSCJ61oPCfZrRKxbNGiRFoKgUvQvNtkXEbcRGV3hlCOIBwY8rRlhaNsvqsPFCProADqec6BHtgZt9vw7FErBRzG6yiIbaPq8TVn-TXLpnkw-FXIiLQH6E1uM1IHc87nuw7u3t5uU91oAIeGUaWp4LW-SYa2J6UNKv-b-Q/s320/0_images2.jpg" width="227" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(Spoilers.) The vagaries of <i>eBay</i>. You buy a €1 DVD of some film, say <b>The Boogeyman</b> (1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eO2uHcCJH0&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>), and get the DVD, keeping it sooooo long in your "to-watch pile" that by the time you pull the DVD case out the pasted label has fallen off of the disc inside and you see it's actually a bootleg ripped onto a normal CD. So you pop it into your player anyways, thinking it's finally time to watch one of the rare <a href="https://rue-morgue.com/rip-the-boogey-man-director-ulli-lommel-comments-from-a-collaborator/" target="_blank">Ulli Lommel</a> films that supposedly doesn't suck, and what do you know, you've actually bought a double DVD, with Thai subtitles, of <b>Donkey Punch</b> (2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1nZjFVjibk&ab_channel=IndiesEntertainment">trailer</a>) and something called <b>Boogeyman 3 </b>(2008). There was a franchise? How did we miss that?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2SJthxqQ9Z4bwpD0yVpQhbFpdb0ijaBtsKAvR7tYzPPhbSR5HSe2cDpZ3sXxJDaq4YjDhn3W8-BwdOSoG4BEWwrb1fvnWz8bvopSRKl_hHXkI9It2iF-bPtDLBlOs-fL7KSV2N5QkccLCwCYCTVAoXQXH7FWMLfbseK4iL_c6ol_ESP1We6PGtdXSA/s450/boogeyman_3_3.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="450" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2SJthxqQ9Z4bwpD0yVpQhbFpdb0ijaBtsKAvR7tYzPPhbSR5HSe2cDpZ3sXxJDaq4YjDhn3W8-BwdOSoG4BEWwrb1fvnWz8bvopSRKl_hHXkI9It2iF-bPtDLBlOs-fL7KSV2N5QkccLCwCYCTVAoXQXH7FWMLfbseK4iL_c6ol_ESP1We6PGtdXSA/s320/boogeyman_3_3.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Whatever. <b>Boogeyman 3</b> may not have been the film we wanted — but, hey! Better than nothing. And so it came to our watching the third and final installment of the now-moribund non-Lommel franchise, which lived and died quickly within a span of four years, with <b>The Boogeyman</b> (2005 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EA_djCPBSoA&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>The Boogeyman 2</b> (2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLN53BUuUlg&ab_channel=PassionHorreur">trailer</a>) and this baby here, <b>Boogeyman 3</b>...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF09JC15K8l0a-dQcKa3CkXeH67Y-VGgDFGQmDAT-KXnIpTJeKkNT4zxAxMHe8aq6hhgzFiVEwIMnQDcLEaKWcI7orN333bHa1i0TnNPpgWou7TGSrJCKdZeVW1uqxNOMhCYCAI2dAbemiVAqVvZGwOYHbMjel31Ufr_R_EU9zEg5vKphBZ5E8UXSpKA/s352/Boogeyman3cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="251" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF09JC15K8l0a-dQcKa3CkXeH67Y-VGgDFGQmDAT-KXnIpTJeKkNT4zxAxMHe8aq6hhgzFiVEwIMnQDcLEaKWcI7orN333bHa1i0TnNPpgWou7TGSrJCKdZeVW1uqxNOMhCYCAI2dAbemiVAqVvZGwOYHbMjel31Ufr_R_EU9zEg5vKphBZ5E8UXSpKA/s320/Boogeyman3cover.jpg" width="228" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Boogeyman 3</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xXNp6tha93o" width="320" youtube-src-id="xXNp6tha93o"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">And while most blind dates we have ever had were truly a disaster, this one was surprisingly amusing. Sure, not all that intelligent and possibly a bit affected and at times almost irrational, but not bad-looking at all, not to mention relatively entertaining and quick and easy — we like them easy — and with some nice if not oversized breasts, both braless under tight t-shirts and, at one point, delightfully exposed. Yep, we might not date this one again, but the date gave us everything we wanted that night, if a bit clumsily and without much emotion, almost by rote. (But, actually, if your thing is hematolagnia, this film offers of rivers of hemoglobin, so bring some tissues when you watch it.) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VXtHQo5w69P4P2psDKQrGwJ1HiAH8jRly1A-hKfRF9-QvdmFX6KyAFVJ1kgITHMn1kmVpqC-VCxOdgq4zAgBMW7wTg0w4Pke5EBtRPbXR3OerFG-3FXPeMtY_Dkmhok0SjFypTyw-bHVvLZbvgNsop9X6mistN1_6Me1mfV7dn5vv25vXg6qVlIbJA/s853/Boogeyman-3-1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="853" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VXtHQo5w69P4P2psDKQrGwJ1HiAH8jRly1A-hKfRF9-QvdmFX6KyAFVJ1kgITHMn1kmVpqC-VCxOdgq4zAgBMW7wTg0w4Pke5EBtRPbXR3OerFG-3FXPeMtY_Dkmhok0SjFypTyw-bHVvLZbvgNsop9X6mistN1_6Me1mfV7dn5vv25vXg6qVlIbJA/s320/Boogeyman-3-1.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">It must be said that director Gary Jones, who long ago made his directorial debut with the wonderfully cheesy <b>Mosquito </b>(1994 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEjvwCYzeyc&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers">trailer</a>), does like that moving camera, those creeping shots that infer danger encroaching upon the unsuspecting. It works, sometimes, but like most candy it can also get tiresome if in overkill and at the wrong time. That said, he does manage to film the movie in a mostly convincing manner, one that is never visually boring, and he has a good eye for the staging of the creative deaths of body-count flicks like this one. And as you surely know, <b>Boogeyman 3</b> is very much a body-counter along the line of hundreds of others, if more in the direction of the supernatural unstoppable killer (e.g., <b>Nightmare on Elm Street</b> [1984 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCVh4lBfW-c&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>], et al.) than the physically real (e.g., <b>The Town that Dreaded Sundown</b> [1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4q5pboZz4rs&ab_channel=Eurekaentertainment">trailer</a>], et al.). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmwQFI6mgyhWwJMsvZRMUi1QnN-TNyyr0LxOp_azoCtRcDHkjh-l4f9NclJvmmSIKNR22pBOdMatzqU37MI-A4JgZC8ZhvTWubRKHy_rJCUwN0iSmF6Td13iG3TQhtu7tpEJHTvzp2WJQahEMW16-F2IkIOdhRJ8H7zujKZiY8sKGHHScVf5cPB_iiw/s634/article-1103550-02EB7E17000005DC-797_634x378.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="634" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmwQFI6mgyhWwJMsvZRMUi1QnN-TNyyr0LxOp_azoCtRcDHkjh-l4f9NclJvmmSIKNR22pBOdMatzqU37MI-A4JgZC8ZhvTWubRKHy_rJCUwN0iSmF6Td13iG3TQhtu7tpEJHTvzp2WJQahEMW16-F2IkIOdhRJ8H7zujKZiY8sKGHHScVf5cPB_iiw/s320/article-1103550-02EB7E17000005DC-797_634x378.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Since we were watching a fully unintentionally bought but obviously illegally sold version of the film, which means that we have no way of knowing for sure whether cuts were original, we probably should not complain about the two absolutely atrocious cases of bad editing, but we will. In both cases, they occur during conversations: the first time Sarah tells her friends about the Boogeyman, and then when she's talking to her squeeze, David (Chuck Hittinger of <b>Stalked at 17</b> [2012 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpZp-S96XOM&ab_channel=ReelOneEntertainment">trailer</a>] and <b>Sharknado </b>[2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-pXDoe5a0E&ab_channel=CinexisBlog">trailer</a>]), in his dorm room in the presence of his roommate [whose later death is the least creative of the film]. Both scenes that conceivably would have been dreadfully boring and long had they not called in an obviously drunken <i>mohel</i> with dull teeth to edit the sequence. Impressively jarring. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OhWkNT-NBVxJN21RquRgEkfU6t3jRYx7SEl8g2WTpMFZw1MNGTr_5sGDtNCCIDHyLZxBjeYWCggn4BLchGV9fQa9MiNhyz-9A_rOUFCwAkKDzoUlH-axAIWbaZokdZi-eM9h8jwYmR7rPjbpAzFWG9ZuMzkvBhQ2Xy6OospHNEu7_aIY8JC0pK1oXg/s1361/Nikki_Sanderson_072.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="653" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OhWkNT-NBVxJN21RquRgEkfU6t3jRYx7SEl8g2WTpMFZw1MNGTr_5sGDtNCCIDHyLZxBjeYWCggn4BLchGV9fQa9MiNhyz-9A_rOUFCwAkKDzoUlH-axAIWbaZokdZi-eM9h8jwYmR7rPjbpAzFWG9ZuMzkvBhQ2Xy6OospHNEu7_aIY8JC0pK1oXg/s320/Nikki_Sanderson_072.jpg" width="154" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Boogeyman 3</b> opens with the sad and unglamorous Audrey (Nikki Sanderson [among other things, a glamour model in real life]) returning home, Daddy (Tobin Bell) dead,<b>*</b> and before you can say "Don't be stupid!" she reads his journals and suddenly there's something in the dark. It kills her nice doggy, and then she gets pulled under her bed by a shadowy and mysterious force to what one thinks is her demise — but no, once we are introduced to the true heroine of the tale, the delectable college psychology student Sarah (Erin Cahill of <b>Creature Unknown</b> [2004 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwL_qoeHDew&ab_channel=lostperdu3">trailer</a>], <b>The Watcher</b> [2016 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaQjuZXZVaM&ab_channel=MarVistaEntertainment">trailer</a>] and <b>Cut to the Chase</b> [2016 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MbZn2PUy4o&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesIndie">trailer</a>]), Audrey suddenly pops up again in Sarah's dorm room, apparently off her rocker, to sob to her best friend that she is being hunted by the Boogeyman and is going to die. Audrey, of course, comes across very much an unhinged, minor-league Cassandra, finally solidifying her position by claiming something along the lines of "You don't believe me, but you will." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">We don't really know how or when, but it happened in <b>Boogeyman 2 </b>(2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLN53BUuUlg&ab_channel=PassionHorreur">trailer</a>), so the Boogeyman surely did it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywStPeBhfw2Lm94NhN94lu44RfX3pNaSuWAv5Vog7zq52v6_F-63Ozd88QtI0TcOnslkpDdyCKTaSUR8Cb3MWLvbW4iv3sef9JA0Os1cD7ZEfQPTQKrlENkDcqRQ2hezTBiEdIxcNmCKZvu-ytD2wyDYvG00WEaxpJoKPgySngxLaQz4sUTIVSka2ZA/s550/boogeyman_3_6.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="550" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywStPeBhfw2Lm94NhN94lu44RfX3pNaSuWAv5Vog7zq52v6_F-63Ozd88QtI0TcOnslkpDdyCKTaSUR8Cb3MWLvbW4iv3sef9JA0Os1cD7ZEfQPTQKrlENkDcqRQ2hezTBiEdIxcNmCKZvu-ytD2wyDYvG00WEaxpJoKPgySngxLaQz4sUTIVSka2ZA/s320/boogeyman_3_6.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Needless to say, Audrey who-should-already-be-dead-but-isn't doesn't last long — perhaps one too many foreshadowing scene (i.e., false scare), but not that long temporally — and Sarah actually sees the Boogeyman, so before long she too is playing Cassandra to her party-hearty dorm friends and calm & serious school mentor, the nicely DILFy Kane (Matt Rippy of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/05/day-of-dead-usa-2008.html">Day of the Dead</a></b> [2008] and <b>Crystal Skulls</b> [2014 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld1fM_ysQ9o&ab_channel=PhillipRoth">trailer</a>]). Unluckily, due to the suicide of her mommy and subsequent (but since overcome) breakdown, she has a "past" of seeing things, so no one believes her, especially since, going by the look of things, she is progressively spiraling downwards into typical paranoiac and obsessive behavior. Sarah comes to realize, through some pretty nifty hallucinations (though none, despite the blood — and this film has a lot of blood — ever reach the unnerving scariness of some of the dreams in the first and original <b>Nightmare on Elm Street</b>), that the Boogeyman is actually out to slaughter not just her friends, but the entire dorm. Can she stop him?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZsk329yjBBv1dlrCN_pW_SwejMn3fShwbk-RtauJ2S8xZtcpE14gQnHVQntgKsOzSECpCLyfHJ2GF2aH2GAdbB3ICTKnCE89MJ8OePZ7dB2yYh9mXQemDfGWJZGWZ8RFYpuaXDoFgYxgHUls6rGVPSQx0ufO_X-9zO8d4s1u2asCgQFbA7G7dDnjBw/s450/boogeyman_3_2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="450" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZsk329yjBBv1dlrCN_pW_SwejMn3fShwbk-RtauJ2S8xZtcpE14gQnHVQntgKsOzSECpCLyfHJ2GF2aH2GAdbB3ICTKnCE89MJ8OePZ7dB2yYh9mXQemDfGWJZGWZ8RFYpuaXDoFgYxgHUls6rGVPSQx0ufO_X-9zO8d4s1u2asCgQFbA7G7dDnjBw/s320/boogeyman_3_2.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">As she goes mega-Cassandra, she completely fails to see something that is very obvious to the viewer: if the Boogeyman (supposedly) can't hurt you if you don't believe in him, then you shouldn't be in danger if you don't know about him. So by telling everyone about him, she is actually facilitating his ability to do harm. (Sort of like with the contemporary US press and all those GOP crackpots that hog the headlines.) The light in her head does go on eventually, but by the time she realizes that the Boogeyman is playing her like a Stradivari, it could be too late...<br /></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8vVHcpQgzIVEwNP_PxiJg8LWbaVQymGbH6pzeVtkGeoW_lpw5E8eCoM1MWT9-1n7o_0uaoIyT1AXNPWUVZOq7TntnFg3JW-NCr5gJna-TOje7WL-tTKxCG0lrwAuht73QZptPUlSOIauqhL1UwjON-EduUkufBX2JRZto1w3drVXK0KoqaQ2aisvTg/s853/Boogeyman-3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="853" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8vVHcpQgzIVEwNP_PxiJg8LWbaVQymGbH6pzeVtkGeoW_lpw5E8eCoM1MWT9-1n7o_0uaoIyT1AXNPWUVZOq7TntnFg3JW-NCr5gJna-TOje7WL-tTKxCG0lrwAuht73QZptPUlSOIauqhL1UwjON-EduUkufBX2JRZto1w3drVXK0KoqaQ2aisvTg/s320/Boogeyman-3.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Needless to say, Sarah is hot. She fills her tight beaters in a way that made us wish we were a woman, too. As a character, she is surprisingly likeable and intelligent, so the ease with which she gets played by the Boogeyman almost comes across as simple expediency on the part of the scriptwriter Brian Sieve (<b>The Possession of Hannah Grace</b> [2018 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHAgri92JP8&ab_channel=SonyPicturesEntertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>]). On the other hand, if you see the apparently cis-gender Boogeyman as representational of the alpha male, then her blindness is more a reflection of the inability to see the obvious that so many otherwise intelligent women who continually "run into the door" suffer. (Then again, <b>Boogeyman 3</b> could just be a mindless supernatural body-counter in which nothing should be read at all.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBBAYUcizfxmDMm9q_bn24a6qX1GaQWzQBEduz000UirmXxlHQkpZmskbKiWtqSTb0pzM-4by6WZjgsh3qSLTGHRZ4pJxpQP-FAlmhBWiYuUigh9-Bn93o-hUmNRERzXJt5Rye8reAoGOpTkWQzQw0cj6lUqwwjtDNn-vall7PD22Qw6NPZSdIs9NHg/s450/boogeyman_3_1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="228" data-original-width="450" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBBAYUcizfxmDMm9q_bn24a6qX1GaQWzQBEduz000UirmXxlHQkpZmskbKiWtqSTb0pzM-4by6WZjgsh3qSLTGHRZ4pJxpQP-FAlmhBWiYuUigh9-Bn93o-hUmNRERzXJt5Rye8reAoGOpTkWQzQw0cj6lUqwwjtDNn-vall7PD22Qw6NPZSdIs9NHg/s320/boogeyman_3_1.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Boogeyman 3</b> has some nice kills — which is why one watches flicks like this, anyways — even if all are obvious long before they happen. The fate of the film's annoyingly token Black guy, the mega-stoner Lukas (WB "B-Dawg" Alexander),<b>*</b> hit particularly close to our home, while the death of the Jeremy (George Maguire of <b>Spiderhole </b>[2010 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nTMR9cC9sc&ab_channel=IFCFilms" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>Violent City</b> [2015 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0Ux-JT9G9E&ab_channel=DarkFantasy">trailer</a>]) gives new meaning to stretching and flexibility. The best death, however, is undoubtedly reserved for Lindsey (Mimi Michaels of <b>Backwoods </b>[2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fxLpoRBs1A&ab_channel=TrailerHub">trailer</a>], <b>Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2 </b>[2011 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEh_xNzfBDA&ab_channel=horrornymphs">trailer</a>] and <b>Relentless Justice</b> [2015 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-rvCwrFSFM&ab_channel=WatchCoolMovies">trailer</a>]), who gets to enjoy a total blood-flood overkill (it makes its inspiration, <b>The Shining</b> [1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S014oGZiSdI&ab_channel=StanleyKubrick">trailer</a>], look a bit wimpy) as foreplay to suffering a nasty fate that one or two of us probably came close to experiencing in real life as little children (we sure did). <br /><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Really, couldn't the scriptwriter made him the one with a girlfriend, maybe even also another minority, so that the total whiteness (and obvious case of tokenism) of this film wasn't so frigging glaring? One can literally count the "minorities" in this film on one hand and still have fingers left over. </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXgO_QsEJBuuuke-7GONkrqhsMdqg25rPySMYr1aJ0GGnyYBEzA2dXu8J_KSPoAFlKcxtRQ6UjDiNY8F4qWxy_ca-LEadR981ENVBY08pB5IAtTf7uLRN3LBmiEvsD6iJDyfMeNhyORRz8m0YWD0vwbtBaWUlPe9DlB2gd9igLx0W4r_ESFU3j788OA/s450/boogeyman_3_5.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="450" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXgO_QsEJBuuuke-7GONkrqhsMdqg25rPySMYr1aJ0GGnyYBEzA2dXu8J_KSPoAFlKcxtRQ6UjDiNY8F4qWxy_ca-LEadR981ENVBY08pB5IAtTf7uLRN3LBmiEvsD6iJDyfMeNhyORRz8m0YWD0vwbtBaWUlPe9DlB2gd9igLx0W4r_ESFU3j788OA/s320/boogeyman_3_5.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">So, cool kills — but, nevertheless, there are structural flaws that you really have to be willing to overlook to "enjoy" the proceedings. The sudden reappearance of Audrey is not as idiotic as one might think, despite how the Boogeyman tends to quickly (if painfully) kill everyone but her and Sarah: that he toys with those two young women makes sense, once the plot point arises that to be able to do what he does (Kill! Kill! Kill!), one has to believe in him — thus, Audrey is left alive to make Sarah believe, and Sarah is left alive to make everyone else believe. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtgTLYEFnRmzwYuohL85smYEb6Tsv1xHne8O9Sn89LQafugu1476E08rRRJn33IARb86Un-2kA0o2N-CjyamKaptWDmJPQmyR0S9llTQdyn-Eo04zLrB-djNTGFCEC7oOZwQjoji4S4-lPX7UwgzG7lvEanTwGNjO2JZL6NrIM8b2YLjEY44HDwDJqg/s332/0_images1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="332" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtgTLYEFnRmzwYuohL85smYEb6Tsv1xHne8O9Sn89LQafugu1476E08rRRJn33IARb86Un-2kA0o2N-CjyamKaptWDmJPQmyR0S9llTQdyn-Eo04zLrB-djNTGFCEC7oOZwQjoji4S4-lPX7UwgzG7lvEanTwGNjO2JZL6NrIM8b2YLjEY44HDwDJqg/s320/0_images1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The problem is, though the film claims that is the power behind his deadliness and makes this fact the MacGuffin driving Sarah's actions — and cements the truthiness of the fact with the death scene of Sarah's mentor Kane, just after she utters the immortal line, to paraphrase: "Oh my God, you do believe me!" — most of the deaths in the film don't require "belief" to occur. Okay, maybe Audrey had a tinge of belief while reading her dad's journal, but, really: How the heck can a dog believe in the Boogeyman? And while both Lukas and Jeremy do mention the name "Boogeyman" once or twice, neither specifically believes in him at the time of their deaths: the supernatural being simply starts haunting them and then kills them. Ditto with David's roommate Ben (Eley Gabel, also seen somewhere in <b>World War Z</b> [2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4EC7P5WdUko&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesComingSoon">trailer</a>]), who really doesn't believe in anything but breasts, something he is in pursuit of when the Boogeyman comes for him. (In the case of Lindsey, on the other hand, she explicitly and doubtfully says something like "What if he's real?" just before she has her transcendental experience.)<b>*</b> <br /><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">A question that popped into our mind by the end, regarding the Boogeyman, is "Is he gay?" We couldn't help but notice that while his kills were gender-variable, the only victims he took home with him — that is: transported out of our reality and into his own — were all male. Something oddly Dahmer-like in that, which ultimately adds a sort of repressed-sexuality aspect to his killings...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpfKINufIQHc9_F317gBdXHsGIc34pQtj63__SiNrSC2d-A51LCCigMv2CM4KSSE2g6dh7KOqYCSCu-irNHOBy-Y282zw1xFNaBdS_2prEPllQeCyO36PcJSGzZqqCqexvInkdDa-cjmasYROi6a0I4J7wjJFNxo2e5TMxTLSgqNcG-D4TVzZyd7_9Q/s463/00_images1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="463" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpfKINufIQHc9_F317gBdXHsGIc34pQtj63__SiNrSC2d-A51LCCigMv2CM4KSSE2g6dh7KOqYCSCu-irNHOBy-Y282zw1xFNaBdS_2prEPllQeCyO36PcJSGzZqqCqexvInkdDa-cjmasYROi6a0I4J7wjJFNxo2e5TMxTLSgqNcG-D4TVzZyd7_9Q/s320/00_images1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>But while it would have been nice had the plot truly held water (see: the original <b>Nightmare on Elm Street</b>), holding water is not something that the slasher cum body-count genre is known for; when it shows up in a movie of this sort, it is generally an unexpected and pleasant surprise. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcXL4Cs6vt1B-lDUk3TAGXmt-XO9DC27eIrk8-6bbNNRc3eEWKKK8sy572Cxrl-sdahoYP5FmgBXOufRVz61USo9A95cxGL8JZJ1VrMeZ-XYh4qF16S0wmYrhrUN6X2Z9x7AvP9xj5SNY0Xjc9h95kX9Ow1-VtR4s2UIYAEWeo4lQl1x_oyVps4luFg/s300/0_images3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcXL4Cs6vt1B-lDUk3TAGXmt-XO9DC27eIrk8-6bbNNRc3eEWKKK8sy572Cxrl-sdahoYP5FmgBXOufRVz61USo9A95cxGL8JZJ1VrMeZ-XYh4qF16S0wmYrhrUN6X2Z9x7AvP9xj5SNY0Xjc9h95kX9Ow1-VtR4s2UIYAEWeo4lQl1x_oyVps4luFg/s1600/0_images3.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">So, disregarding that major but common flaw (as is normally expected), <b>Boogeyman 3</b> has fun deaths, tons of blood, passable acting, looks relatively good for its Bulgarian-shot budget, and really doesn't overstay its welcome, so in the end the movie definitely delivers the basic goods of its genre. That alone makes it more watchable then thousands of flicks out there. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_hPSyhbXzew7ONdspzDnaYSeueUJMPalgcyCpuReFf3Xev8m1CSBuocQ-dYZFeIBhzofGE-qXaC1C2gY66pJexNMKmVQ6X0IjA9a2cUsvp9FArMVuMLFYahoVaGvg0vIS47Wulmqgl4f_OhupGGCSxqmR7Eixe8kmj7yHaNEI4FWI2pOTl82zcPzuw/s450/boogeyman_3_4.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="450" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_hPSyhbXzew7ONdspzDnaYSeueUJMPalgcyCpuReFf3Xev8m1CSBuocQ-dYZFeIBhzofGE-qXaC1C2gY66pJexNMKmVQ6X0IjA9a2cUsvp9FArMVuMLFYahoVaGvg0vIS47Wulmqgl4f_OhupGGCSxqmR7Eixe8kmj7yHaNEI4FWI2pOTl82zcPzuw/s320/boogeyman_3_4.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Despite leaving no survivors, <b>Boogeyman 3</b> nevertheless leaves the possibility of a sequel — it could easily be set in a police station — but seeing how long it's been since this film's release (15 years!), a fourth installment seems highly unlikely.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKomySsgk04_iQu75gKrbuW38eKHu9LejX1dvn5s14gKaWz1w_TRSjwxGPjM2vaywyoIDMIWRS1XyvlY8qisiq3Eq1Ckk30rYDYaq_NTgxFs0CLMhXQpIJFEyGuWD-Nz8ibdTSWPQV_VA8zk4qo-FfU4UbhZzpnSunIdlLxlcbhf7VAJnvHtxwMRxlcA/s274/0_images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="184" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKomySsgk04_iQu75gKrbuW38eKHu9LejX1dvn5s14gKaWz1w_TRSjwxGPjM2vaywyoIDMIWRS1XyvlY8qisiq3Eq1Ckk30rYDYaq_NTgxFs0CLMhXQpIJFEyGuWD-Nz8ibdTSWPQV_VA8zk4qo-FfU4UbhZzpnSunIdlLxlcbhf7VAJnvHtxwMRxlcA/s1600/0_images.jpg" width="184" /></a></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-71858132994278753612023-12-12T09:41:00.003+01:002023-12-12T09:41:30.387+01:00Parents (USA, 1989) <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1KOQzYQz7Ei42TBKwgWuyovL-9kCtIz9qXJ6vQ3BneS2ruBmParrVN5N70zgwqoE5GpdAEjJfM_KJ4lGmx0QsR7HZuO2Wi9svAQaBeTLFUhjk_JfVd_wryaxSamVPObUKJsSknqsNZO6ik52BPbVNYnBuJPeDfpZPLBwbrlKxY4h5r0ezqZwCNn4lw/s473/Screenshot%202023-12-11%20at%2016-27-36%20Parents.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="305" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1KOQzYQz7Ei42TBKwgWuyovL-9kCtIz9qXJ6vQ3BneS2ruBmParrVN5N70zgwqoE5GpdAEjJfM_KJ4lGmx0QsR7HZuO2Wi9svAQaBeTLFUhjk_JfVd_wryaxSamVPObUKJsSknqsNZO6ik52BPbVNYnBuJPeDfpZPLBwbrlKxY4h5r0ezqZwCNn4lw/s320/Screenshot%202023-12-11%20at%2016-27-36%20Parents.png" width="206" /></a></div>Here's a uniquely odd, disquieting and blackly funny horror comedy from the end of the '80s that remains unjustly unknown, despite being a mild financial and critical success when released. The feature-length directorial debut of Bob Balaban — a non-name who is more active as an instantly recognizable character actor in films as diverse as his feature-film acting debut <b>Midnight Cowboy</b> (1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o29GST0Lj28&ab_channel=MGM">trailer</a>) to <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/07/rip-ken-russell-part-ii-19752011.html">Ken Russell</a></b>'s <b>Altered States </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67lYG7a4YOA&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>) to <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/natural-selection-planet-texas-1999.html"><b>Natural Selection</b></a> (1999) to <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/11/i-am-pretty-thing-that-lives-in-house.html"><b>I Am the Pretty Thing that Lives in the House</b></a><b> </b>(2016) to, most recently, <b>Asteroid City</b> (2023 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FXCSXuGTF4&ab_channel=FocusFeatures">trailer</a>) — <b>Parents </b>stands out for its immaculate and colorful 1950s period setting and disconcerting narrative. The latter comes from the viewpoint of an imaginative young boy who could well be an unreliable narrator. (After all, how many reliable narrators get attacked by sentient salami while hiding in the kitchen pantry closet?) </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBZPqFyml0K6HsFyy7Qx8uGR0SzPNqae6dl8gdyZktD4NXYIamwlH4zVA7lPyIrPOw7EsIDtP2iSLdIh7ktIbJDmYMEaJZvF8fLE7rwcoi0tPmkxWaJumijcCEFXZZjgHFJY57KwfJOR_2NhGuvnPcNI72821j-awkBCR9fGrkeGDwa452zGipqEveg/s743/parents.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBZPqFyml0K6HsFyy7Qx8uGR0SzPNqae6dl8gdyZktD4NXYIamwlH4zVA7lPyIrPOw7EsIDtP2iSLdIh7ktIbJDmYMEaJZvF8fLE7rwcoi0tPmkxWaJumijcCEFXZZjgHFJY57KwfJOR_2NhGuvnPcNI72821j-awkBCR9fGrkeGDwa452zGipqEveg/s320/parents.webp" width="215" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Parents</i>:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VVDxDXq1VEY" width="320" youtube-src-id="VVDxDXq1VEY"></iframe></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Parents </b>kicks off to the sounds of some period perfect mambo music, naturally by <a href="https://www.nndb.com/people/679/000046541/">Perez Prado</a>,<b>*</b> as the trio that is Laemle family moves into their dream suburban </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">American </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">home in a new small town, where daddy Nick Laemle (a pitch-perfect Randy Quaid, of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/bug-buster-usa-1998.html">Bug Buster</a></b> [1998], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/12/hard-rain-usa-1998.html">Hard Rain</a> </b>[1998], <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2018/03/freaked-usa-1993.html">Freaked</a> </b>[1993] and more, all before the <a href="https://theweek.com/articles/488910/vanity-fairs-randy-quaid-profile-6-craziest-revelations">Hollywood Star Whackers</a> stole his brain and talent) has a new job at Toxico (where he subsequently invents something along the lines of Agent Orange).<b>**</b> As Daddy Laemle's perfect housewife Lily (Mary Beth Hurt) keeps house and cooks perfect and meat-heavy meals, their young son Michael (<a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/bryan-madorsky-31115520">Bryan Madorsky</a>), whom much to the displeasure of his father appears to be a vegetarian, has to deal with the tribulations of his new school and his mounting suspicion that his parents are cannibals. Michael's growing anxiety at home is reflected in the drawings he does at school, so the chain-smoking and somewhat dizzy school psychologist Millie Dew (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/2622/sandy-dennis">Sandy Dennis</a> [27 Apr 1937- 2 Mar 1992], of Steven Spielberg's 2nd TV movie <b>Something Evil</b> [1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mc3xO4JFl20&ab_channel=DamonPackard">trailer</a>], the grindhouse classic <b>God Told Me To</b> [1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apaaYpyVObw&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>, with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/06/richard-hugh-lynch-february-12-1936.html">Richard Lynch</a></b>], <b>Nasty Habits</b> [1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrXaG0riXz0&ab_channel=DeadOnArrival">trailer</a>] and <b>976-Evil</b> [1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeGhg75Ag6k&ab_channel=Eurekaentertainment">trailer</a>]) soon calls his mother in for a talk...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7IzUukmapaovqQ_Dis8d1VJp4zSoiEX45thWV6KNgc1QOgGKt-PXTwRQyW9JUrqyjZavi198XZn2CVfthSBVnb3W87X8a-nPochoVYy8V3GxU8edfWvdjPm2SFC0NSIn4auyjnjvk_Zl2OoL3eIUkPjvYQHoHrUuBhkz_UPgADf5B33xDlhOIy1Xkg/s499/Parents_500.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="499" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7IzUukmapaovqQ_Dis8d1VJp4zSoiEX45thWV6KNgc1QOgGKt-PXTwRQyW9JUrqyjZavi198XZn2CVfthSBVnb3W87X8a-nPochoVYy8V3GxU8edfWvdjPm2SFC0NSIn4auyjnjvk_Zl2OoL3eIUkPjvYQHoHrUuBhkz_UPgADf5B33xDlhOIy1Xkg/s320/Parents_500.gif" width="320" /></a></div>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Don't know Prado's music? Check out <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj64NlRnpDY&ab_channel=tommy194070">Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White</a></i> or <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvD9_o88nOo&ab_channel=Jupiter1936">Patricia</a></i>, among many cool songs, including his most famous, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKuvJ7zG9LI&ab_channel=1ilnicche"><i>Mambo #5</i></a>. As you can hear, one-hit wonder Lou Bega's <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EK_LN3XEcnw&ab_channel=LouBegaVEVO">Mambo #5</a></i> owes less to Bega than Prado.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>** </b></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">For a further look at the jobs of the male parental figure in the days of Wally and Beaver, dare we suggest our <i>Short Film of the Month</i> for January 2017, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/01/short-film-billys-dad-is-fudge-packer.html" target="_blank"><b>Billy's Dad Is a Fudge-Packer</b></a> (2004)?</span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrDv4ViqfXtfLGvn527fqQmPu5CuVo7T11EpOsY2lx7H9ykWiaXcXryubOaU2dpY1l2nPdHvTnhoVLXibldTnZNDUXBovczNWjwcN6K6uVDySMY0PLNoO5ugLNQrRbjAyhke8iBtw9WyDfSgVGuKNu47ciNd44gOXlNg9ogzMg2yCOysRiMq2eIFs_w/s320/3792-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="320" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrDv4ViqfXtfLGvn527fqQmPu5CuVo7T11EpOsY2lx7H9ykWiaXcXryubOaU2dpY1l2nPdHvTnhoVLXibldTnZNDUXBovczNWjwcN6K6uVDySMY0PLNoO5ugLNQrRbjAyhke8iBtw9WyDfSgVGuKNu47ciNd44gOXlNg9ogzMg2yCOysRiMq2eIFs_w/s1600/3792-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Visually, <b>Parents </b>is a pleasure to the eyes: the clothes, cars, houses and all the trappings of '50s suburbia is recreated with almost parodist perfection — and, as a result, <b>Parents </b>comes across far less anachronistic or dated than most of the horror films of the '80s set in the '80s. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHE-gwl9ZjG-EQOxfHG87c6Gv3DJjP7lrBSMPMv2qhCkXodHbHF2QLwyfseki1sT86b7fzAC5pdqr-fC6AmPr5zJ9Ta5eYH_Wyh6YT02GHZ-p8pJUTHsA9kiuOn0kqb5DGouSjPXxpQzBuorIIbYE1rEhaMGc-JXp1GR5xRWSc6MbXAVLuFQcEXhHCA/s320/Parents%201989%20movie.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHE-gwl9ZjG-EQOxfHG87c6Gv3DJjP7lrBSMPMv2qhCkXodHbHF2QLwyfseki1sT86b7fzAC5pdqr-fC6AmPr5zJ9Ta5eYH_Wyh6YT02GHZ-p8pJUTHsA9kiuOn0kqb5DGouSjPXxpQzBuorIIbYE1rEhaMGc-JXp1GR5xRWSc6MbXAVLuFQcEXhHCA/s1600/Parents%201989%20movie.png" width="320" /></a></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Director Balaban is also not exactly against the use of some pretty nifty framing and cinematography, which also helps put the film a visual step above so many other films of the day. True, young Bryan Madorsky is annoyingly blank-faced as the troubled Michael, but for that Quaid excels at exuding an undercurrent of menace and disdain towards his young son, even when simply doing the stuff any loving father might do. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGCJcThW0WN4jC4jSkI17bmD4JipH1YkhHA1vm9QoRxLO2S5ccuPF2xCa12mneIR0SKyN9usODkVsJqteTr1Oahg7_olqBIpeGuPoUfoZ-7QXywf0M-lfbCzq0fBscRmd5f2_ioIIgAFhTy2BUZW2gsoasw4Y2q4PFfZZrvluKExHj4kVBe7S4FrR2g/s320/3792-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="320" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGCJcThW0WN4jC4jSkI17bmD4JipH1YkhHA1vm9QoRxLO2S5ccuPF2xCa12mneIR0SKyN9usODkVsJqteTr1Oahg7_olqBIpeGuPoUfoZ-7QXywf0M-lfbCzq0fBscRmd5f2_ioIIgAFhTy2BUZW2gsoasw4Y2q4PFfZZrvluKExHj4kVBe7S4FrR2g/s1600/3792-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And as to be expected of an actress whose career is heavy in nice-girl and nice-wife parts, Mary Beth Hurt isn't too shabby as the stereotypical '50s housewife and loving mom who works hard to keep her husband happy and house perfect. Only Sandy Dennis is a bit off key, coming across as a tick too contemporary for the period setting.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GqtyO-b2lDSI4O9MJP8SGeAR9zJ9aUs-ZOIo5f6ktYYmLfeN-DZbvTSPLLwLz3k2O6PkuSgO5bXtYr8rf88Zkd4g5kGIOUuiXXt9mi00XbON617fiFn33XHA-zbeKqQRz9GodxXBDZvOTC8iXpLKe6L-wS-yjjHTt61TG8QXg0bou_ogWZffuEY7Ng/s300/Laemle2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="169" data-original-width="300" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GqtyO-b2lDSI4O9MJP8SGeAR9zJ9aUs-ZOIo5f6ktYYmLfeN-DZbvTSPLLwLz3k2O6PkuSgO5bXtYr8rf88Zkd4g5kGIOUuiXXt9mi00XbON617fiFn33XHA-zbeKqQRz9GodxXBDZvOTC8iXpLKe6L-wS-yjjHTt61TG8QXg0bou_ogWZffuEY7Ng/s1600/Laemle2.webp" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">For a horror film of the '80s, <b>Parents </b>is not the bloodiest movie nor is the body count exceptionally high, and it isn't exactly the scariest, either. For that, however, it is truly noteworthy for maintaining, between the black humor laughs, an uncomfortable, sinister and discombobulating undercurrent that leaves the viewer far more subliminally unsettled than most gore films. For any and all the laughs a given scene or this extremely dry black comedy might instigate, one never stops feeling oddly perturbed. This is particularly true of almost any scene involving Michael's only school friend, Sheila (London Juno of <b>Prom Night III: The Last Kiss</b> [1990 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pRvaN0yUe0&ab_channel=Pyrkenstein" target="_blank">trailer</a>]), the daughter of his Nick's boss, who often comes across as overly knowing and unconsciously sexual for a girl of her age — an uncomfortable aspect of the narrative that would probably be exorcised were the film a product of today. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H-7cjDrR0ZIKcp6VfGEaKibPeJ9tr5_OGuzN8WcIGL31RnZaOAkLjGHM99V1gNE5HfdjdsG0N138A5hKdT2NiDchvu9qAnVs5jTThOp1sCm3XE_OSAO6p6k0yTSLslWlSUDNJ2rPGASRPm3t1J0vEUFKATyf34WjRp9lsZz4BhVd6K_dlWYZlbHpPQ/s300/Laemle_1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="169" data-original-width="300" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H-7cjDrR0ZIKcp6VfGEaKibPeJ9tr5_OGuzN8WcIGL31RnZaOAkLjGHM99V1gNE5HfdjdsG0N138A5hKdT2NiDchvu9qAnVs5jTThOp1sCm3XE_OSAO6p6k0yTSLslWlSUDNJ2rPGASRPm3t1J0vEUFKATyf34WjRp9lsZz4BhVd6K_dlWYZlbHpPQ/s1600/Laemle_1.webp" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Parents </b>is anything but a traditional horror film, and it swerves deeply into the realm of the weird; fans of films that are "different" will probably find this well-made, blackly humorous slice of '50s-set suburban dread highly satisfying. Heartily recommended by your fine folks here <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i>. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjSUp6gOgr5KWytV-jYMdz1081MX3eKV60FSDeurAecUNh8_XW01X2pEgjuW-iL1_mTWrEz4GFtRUF3fmrtaTB_34wX-r4aKdXNc6rxeG0j1kflt3s5O9935ATJK-MV1dDML69Ev6L20g0rLLYlP_6x-Mdr5-lJeNB53YmmujLTYtLv_GU_tWbGjuag/s320/V669Tp4BunanMEqDQPuVjui389.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjSUp6gOgr5KWytV-jYMdz1081MX3eKV60FSDeurAecUNh8_XW01X2pEgjuW-iL1_mTWrEz4GFtRUF3fmrtaTB_34wX-r4aKdXNc6rxeG0j1kflt3s5O9935ATJK-MV1dDML69Ev6L20g0rLLYlP_6x-Mdr5-lJeNB53YmmujLTYtLv_GU_tWbGjuag/s1600/V669Tp4BunanMEqDQPuVjui389.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Balaban's follow-up four years later was the teen comedy horror <b>My Boyfriend's Back</b> (1993 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiYWlnCswrk">trailer</a>), which is fun enough but hardly as uncomfortable or disturbing, while his last feature film directorial project, the factually challenged and mildly humorous drama <b>Bernard and Doris</b> (2006 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYlE582xKBQ&ab_channel=Magpie08AA5">trailer</a>), starring an excellent Susan Sarandon, went straight to HBO.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKQ4aEvKTQCirl7kiVO3I-RdflAheckXzMrbkV7hoxKuP6oWwJGobz4rq6bWJA45t8upKbA4KIpz-VZtq7aXMmfUjs2OCHVpHVhKduALAWH60bK5MUod_hjAhmTkKgqNTeSrqORxjAugqZRN0U_ewlbJt_kdRBDRJZT9LjH_0u_VNasvDqipGT03MGg/s320/Parents-review%20c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="320" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKQ4aEvKTQCirl7kiVO3I-RdflAheckXzMrbkV7hoxKuP6oWwJGobz4rq6bWJA45t8upKbA4KIpz-VZtq7aXMmfUjs2OCHVpHVhKduALAWH60bK5MUod_hjAhmTkKgqNTeSrqORxjAugqZRN0U_ewlbJt_kdRBDRJZT9LjH_0u_VNasvDqipGT03MGg/s1600/Parents-review%20c.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-49476264153037953232023-12-06T11:06:00.002+01:002024-01-23T10:20:08.496+01:00B.o.Y.: The Women of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Part XVI – Edy Williams, Pt. I (1963-67) <div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlgJGGj6Iz_3a-hZAegrBX9xn90A6Dsuv8q2Py-brFHNyBVFa3TaoOv3aRtzGMgwB8GtK2zX0-lMevJEPVLWZbYrtxicQ8o-7iA7JX2HJ-MrjG7TWiEewCQ5zmcdTJmbQ-Mk62QA0W0lFsHH5L1vjMtF6bYBy_Z01S5b2570kmJpW9FrFZ8dYcI7KhA/s679/0_Beyond_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="503" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlgJGGj6Iz_3a-hZAegrBX9xn90A6Dsuv8q2Py-brFHNyBVFa3TaoOv3aRtzGMgwB8GtK2zX0-lMevJEPVLWZbYrtxicQ8o-7iA7JX2HJ-MrjG7TWiEewCQ5zmcdTJmbQ-Mk62QA0W0lFsHH5L1vjMtF6bYBy_Z01S5b2570kmJpW9FrFZ8dYcI7KhA/s320/0_Beyond_1.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><br />"<i>Using unknowns you avoid highly exaggerated salaries and prima donnas.</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">To repeat ourselves: <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, Russ Meyer's baroque 1967 masterpiece, one of only two movies he ever made for a major Hollywood studio (in this case, Fox), is without a doubt one of the Babest movies ever made. While we have yet to review it here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> (if we did, we would foam at the mouth in raging rave), we have looked at it before: back in 2011, in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-charles-napier.html">Charles Napier</a></b> (12 Apr 1936 – 5 Oct 2011), and again in 2013 in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review for the Great <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b> (24 Jan 1946 – 10 Aug 2013) — both appear in the film.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>This is not a sequel. There has never been anything like it!</i>" </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Advertisement tagline</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">In <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html">Haji</a></b>'s entry, we were wrote, among other things, the following: "Originally intended as a sequel to the 1967 movie version of Jacqueline Susann's novel <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-TXJMKVa_g">trailer</a>), Meyer and co-screenwriter <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/107806860/roger-ebert" target="_blank">Roger Ebert</a> instead made a Pop Art exploitation satire of the conventions of the modern Hollywood melodrama, written in sarcasm but played straight, complete with a 'moralistic' ending that owes its inspiration to the Manson-inspired murder of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1019/sharon-tate">Sharon Tate</a> and her guests on 9 August 1969. Aside from the movie's absolutely insane plot, the cinematography is also noteworthy — as are the figures of the pneumatic babes that populate the entire movie. For legal reasons, the film starts with the following disclaimer: 'The film you are about to see in not a sequel to <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>. It is wholly original and bears no relationship to real persons, living or dead. It does, like <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>, deal with the oft-times nightmare world of show business but in a different time and context.' [...]" <br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Any movie that <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6543563/jacqueline-susann" target="_blank">Jacqueline Susann</a> thinks would damage her reputation as a writer cannot be all bad</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/114237586/vincent-canby">Vincent Canby</a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz43XaNY9z3sKBUvYYOgkwemYymGdLa8l_dng3WINPCG4OQvwYEgTjqNvVwfj-kyBtJLaCNpaM4J052g0eIig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Russ Meyer films are always populated by amazing <strike>breasts</strike> sights, but <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> literally overflows its cups in an excess of pulchritude that (even if somewhat more demurely covered than in most of his films) lights the fires of any person attracted to women of the curvaceous kind that preceded today's sculptured plasticity. The film is simply Babe Galore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">And so we continue our look at the <strike>flesh</strike> film careers of the <strike>breasts</strike> women of the Babest Film of All Times, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>. The size of the women's <strike>breasts</strike> roles is of lesser importance than the simple fact that they are known to be in the given film(s) somewhere, and so far we have looked at the <strike>cleavage</strike> known unknowns and mildly knowns in the background and the headlining semi-knowns in the front for exactly fourteen mostly monthly blog entries — with more <strike>breasts</strike> babes to come. Our entries focus on their <strike>nipples</strike> careers in film, if in a meandering manner, and we have slightly more than another half-year to go before we're finished <strike>drooling</strike> with the project.<b>*</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">One <strike>set of love pillows</strike> Babe we don't look is she who is an American National Treasure: the Great <a href="https://boobpedia.com/boobs/Pam_Grier" target="_blank">Pam Grier</a>. Though she had her film debut in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> unseen somewhere in the background of the opening party scene, and therefore should be included, we feel that a Wonderment of her caliber deserves an entry all of her own — a Sisyphean task we might one day undertake. That's her below on the set of <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, standing next to Cissy Colpotts (see <b>Pt. <a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">XI</a></b> & <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">XII</a></b>). </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>So far, we have looked at the <strike>T&A</strike> careers of the following:</b> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part I: The Non-babe of Note — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html">Princess Livingston</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part II: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/07/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Jacqulin Cole</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part III: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Bebe Louie</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part IV: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Trina Parks</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part V: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/10/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Lavelle Roby, Pt. I (1968-76)</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part VI: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/11/boy-background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html">Lavelle Roby. Pt. II (1979-2021)</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part VII: Killer Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Samantha Scott</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part VIII: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Karen Smith</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part IX: Background Babes of </span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </i></span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">The Five Mysterians</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part X: Background Babe of </span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </i></span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Gina Dair</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XI: Background Babe of </span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </i></span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">— <a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. I (1970-80)</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XII: Background Babe of </span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </i></span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. II (1981-88)</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XIII: <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis, Pt. I (1966-73)</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XIV: <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/boy-babes-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html?zx=8de14ec5ccb455f8">Phyllis Davis, Pt. II (1975-2013)</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Part XV: <i></i></span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Background Babe of </span></b><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/11/background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html">Veronica Ericson</a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4v-fs9R7s4-3YA-_Ip_sQXCI7TNx6qbb7vskVIg3Rt_sC7pbhT6PXpPutPAdGBZO7pNnNzl2X_fqPan5Gt03OTKXvaaILPb7m5nSNXKtkxOquN-BlQmkV9yEHSDV7VJuvIQqr3Si1sBb5k4_axdojF7KLQ8rZsr10I2LT0VaTOuungc88JweM-l85-g/s2092/0_edy-williams_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2092" data-original-width="1133" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4v-fs9R7s4-3YA-_Ip_sQXCI7TNx6qbb7vskVIg3Rt_sC7pbhT6PXpPutPAdGBZO7pNnNzl2X_fqPan5Gt03OTKXvaaILPb7m5nSNXKtkxOquN-BlQmkV9yEHSDV7VJuvIQqr3Si1sBb5k4_axdojF7KLQ8rZsr10I2LT0VaTOuungc88JweM-l85-g/w216-h400/0_edy-williams_1.jpg" width="216" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">And now, we take a look at Edy Williams, the only woman in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> that can claim to have been married to the movie's director (from 27 June 1970 – 7 Nov 1975). Edwina Beth Williams was born 9 July 1942 in Salt Lake City, Utah, but grew up in Oregon and Southern California. A model and beauty contest winner, she eventually signed a multi-year contract with 20th Century Fox and began appearing regularly in movies and television, if mostly as background filler. Her first true role of note is probably her breathy interpretation of Hatrack in<b> The Naked Kiss</b> (1964). Breathy sexiness became the id that became and remained her trademark, which is perhaps why she remains best known (outside of cult film circles) as the eternal starlet forever displaying her talents at the Cannes Film Festival. During the sixties, her career trajectory slowly worked its way upwards, achieving its highpoint with her double whammy of Meyer's hit <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> (1970) and his subsequent flop <b>The Seven Minutes</b> (1971). Thereafter, her parts got smaller or more obscure or cult-oriented. Since 1990, she has pretty much disappeared from the limelight if not from public. Today, one could well ask "Whatever happened to Edy Williams?" </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For Love or Money</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1963, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6845359/michael-gordon">Michael Gordon</a>)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHnZUVrIylI9KAtfBv0wUA6xYluRA_FU5oG_sWlnTiYhiXf6yEiAvY1a5w-VZVmgeG8-W7No4ZzRkPe1K-gMxf9YomOTG7c4Tv3S_OhHrghwh2tcO1-5aOxw5y5GG7LwAxC5SJp7eZmtd0mW_SGySDnqZa9dODmW701yZLvHBJSDRd9JD1nEL3K3vIQ/s591/1_for-love-or-money_6.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHnZUVrIylI9KAtfBv0wUA6xYluRA_FU5oG_sWlnTiYhiXf6yEiAvY1a5w-VZVmgeG8-W7No4ZzRkPe1K-gMxf9YomOTG7c4Tv3S_OhHrghwh2tcO1-5aOxw5y5GG7LwAxC5SJp7eZmtd0mW_SGySDnqZa9dODmW701yZLvHBJSDRd9JD1nEL3K3vIQ/s320/1_for-love-or-money_6.webp" width="268" /></a></div></span></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6845359/michael-gordon">Michael Gordon</a> (6 Sep 1909 – 29 Apr 1993) started out as B-film director and specialist of noirs and crime, but by the time he got blacklisted at the start of the '50s he had moved up to A-list projects. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVuMMoGWdDo4K1ouHC0EXm0VZeoksBG2ebgcXaJ3iV6PshYjjWCh6nKyoF6DQgMwc2d9UFw7jD-NRq4n3wA5nZprSaW7nJPNk0oCqf9wRr-USYEuXYlkz1BGu5k9DdRAoLKo5W6ZLOvsvH8UTG7qDECtkV54cBLY-4a4M6xnDtAzLTZiTXdXN_AXAiA/s700/1_ForLoveOrMoney_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVuMMoGWdDo4K1ouHC0EXm0VZeoksBG2ebgcXaJ3iV6PshYjjWCh6nKyoF6DQgMwc2d9UFw7jD-NRq4n3wA5nZprSaW7nJPNk0oCqf9wRr-USYEuXYlkz1BGu5k9DdRAoLKo5W6ZLOvsvH8UTG7qDECtkV54cBLY-4a4M6xnDtAzLTZiTXdXN_AXAiA/s320/1_ForLoveOrMoney_4.jpg" width="226" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Unlike many, Gordon was able to later rekindle his career after he got pulled in to do a little film known as <b>Pillow Talk</b> (1959 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtjozLb1a5Q&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>). But for his subsequent film, <b>Portrait in Black</b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVUlJakFeBU&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers">trailer</a>), he subsequently specialized in comedies... like this one,<b> For Love or Money</b>.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoZUZqH0ZzI1DHH7QcxeSkLjYOZfJgOVf4GnIZpGM3GtE6m9-IrSVzI2WKEMy2LR3MihW6DW1NBVBFz6XbiBg2olwK2Jp9Qvgv-LikftOj_OOOSoxboH0LyavvgBrNt93s8UX2OX_lkHzTyWk99BQFK_svYjz-w0Gf_txBKxc7IoT1rwOZ7R56NvnRg/s714/1_ForLoveOrMoney_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="714" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoZUZqH0ZzI1DHH7QcxeSkLjYOZfJgOVf4GnIZpGM3GtE6m9-IrSVzI2WKEMy2LR3MihW6DW1NBVBFz6XbiBg2olwK2Jp9Qvgv-LikftOj_OOOSoxboH0LyavvgBrNt93s8UX2OX_lkHzTyWk99BQFK_svYjz-w0Gf_txBKxc7IoT1rwOZ7R56NvnRg/s320/1_ForLoveOrMoney_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams makes her uncredited feature-film debut in <b>For Love or Money</b> as one of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6120/gig-young">Gig Young</a>'s playthings, remaining almost unnoticeable amidst the attractiveness of Mitzi Gaynor, Julie Newmar and Leslie Parrish (of<b> The Giant Spider Invasion</b> [1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3Mc0mgorZc&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>] & <b>The Astral Factor </b>[1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0l3DRAHHxI&ab_channel=MediatimeNetwork">full movie</a>]), who played the three comely daughters in need of matrimony. Mitzi Gaynor retired from movies after this Hollywood comedy — she just didn't think she was cut out for a Hollywood career.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10791/frank-denny-devol"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyfPD4JD6yOEJEPr0JbDwZRf_V6wX_FYI0zxwy7w5AslcrSNGZt0ohyphenhyphenPRv8AGWXY3UaoXVIoJqvS19HS7dfjUSJYxsca4O63onNqBnfep6UtOHZ1pGph20bGc0y6-nL09OscLyNIVE8Qmeuh5LMPKPCPF5FMuGKOKvJHwWtTk14Y-KtkIg31NPjSeYg/s740/1_ForLoveOrMoney_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="507" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyfPD4JD6yOEJEPr0JbDwZRf_V6wX_FYI0zxwy7w5AslcrSNGZt0ohyphenhyphenPRv8AGWXY3UaoXVIoJqvS19HS7dfjUSJYxsca4O63onNqBnfep6UtOHZ1pGph20bGc0y6-nL09OscLyNIVE8Qmeuh5LMPKPCPF5FMuGKOKvJHwWtTk14Y-KtkIg31NPjSeYg/s320/1_ForLoveOrMoney_5.jpg" width="219" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10791/frank-denny-devol">Frank De Vol</a>'s main theme to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Love or Money</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4kRFzC2bKQE" width="320" youtube-src-id="4kRFzC2bKQE"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot, from <i><a href="https://www.myreviewer.com/DVD/125761/For-Love-or-Money/125773/Review-by-David-Beckett">My Reviewer</a></i>: "<b>For Love or Money</b>, [<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/206856695/kirk-douglas">Kirk Douglas</a>] was cast well against type as a Cary Grant-esque character in his only romantic comedy role. Douglas plays DK 'Deke' Gentry, a lawyer who is taken on by rich widow Chloe Brasher (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6237010/thelma-ritter">Thelma Ritter</a>) to play matchmaker to her three daughters, with the incentive of $100,000 if they all marry her choices. The three women are all very different and offer unique challenges to Deke, with Bonnie (Newmar) as a ditzy health addict, Jan (Parrish) a bohemian artist and Kate (Gayner) a headstrong socialite. Each is paired with a dull and/or badly matched man, from a tax inspector (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/95548152/william-windom">William Windom</a>) to a prison rehabilitation expert (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5759/dick-sargent">Dick Sargent</a>) and a wealthy playboy (Young). Deke uses all his skill and wiles to try and see that Chloe's plans come to fruition but is thwarted by the unpredictable sisters falling for him instead."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2h4Lj4KMdikAxHLNv452GOPz3cjLoI4pbwqZkVQomNfx06XGK5cVJ04ibXaKAw0dOB3R03R_7yh0HApt8y0mBbtYQHSqxy4OG92MaTLfZEAm3LZJWDqpzjB2KsOqhECqcb-3TxMS6mMguuRtPbCnGnPBxml6cckDIwc7gR0Bl9Fpd8gQKopZM18gF5Q/s697/1_ForLoveOrMoney_Dan%C3%A9s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="516" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2h4Lj4KMdikAxHLNv452GOPz3cjLoI4pbwqZkVQomNfx06XGK5cVJ04ibXaKAw0dOB3R03R_7yh0HApt8y0mBbtYQHSqxy4OG92MaTLfZEAm3LZJWDqpzjB2KsOqhECqcb-3TxMS6mMguuRtPbCnGnPBxml6cckDIwc7gR0Bl9Fpd8gQKopZM18gF5Q/s320/1_ForLoveOrMoney_Dan%C3%A9s.jpg" width="237" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Opening credits:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8zvRQswX3tM" width="320" youtube-src-id="8zvRQswX3tM"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The story is too lightweight for a feature film and although it starts out okay ends up becoming quite stretched and tedious during the second half. The scenarios are more silly and inane than actually funny and the only time it is ever amusing is when Ritter and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80/william-bendix" target="_blank">William Bendix</a> are in front of the camera and otherwise it falls flat. The contrived 'happy ending' merely emphasizes how predictable and formulaic the whole thing is. [<i><a href="https://scopophiliamovieblog.com/2014/03/02/for-love-or-money-1963/">Scopophilia</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DhxZezg4xZ4Rfu90U1TuZULtpghOFLerWriUqNVK2DVHp5XbzRE-GOVmfUkEbwy_JOEgC8N4e3rsUEpU2EwCqrEf1PhTo5ka7CLofKHyF37YkWvc4lxjOGx78VPCeZmpOGVMxWCUw3iVlYaFaZUrdHSBg1eYtJYaSJRR4BhGnDMXVoa7EZn-SNZ5gQ/s697/1_ForLoveOrMoney_Franc%C3%A9s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DhxZezg4xZ4Rfu90U1TuZULtpghOFLerWriUqNVK2DVHp5XbzRE-GOVmfUkEbwy_JOEgC8N4e3rsUEpU2EwCqrEf1PhTo5ka7CLofKHyF37YkWvc4lxjOGx78VPCeZmpOGVMxWCUw3iVlYaFaZUrdHSBg1eYtJYaSJRR4BhGnDMXVoa7EZn-SNZ5gQ/s320/1_ForLoveOrMoney_Franc%C3%A9s.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">William Bendix was in many a better film, including numerous classics... including this masterpiece:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCPJ0xah9tUaC33L7Ocy7_YtGuA92Dg3zLl89FIoghDczutRsszHAoYZHrlfZF0MNjPaowMU1V-28rKkXCjO-3oHkeZFWs0ld5RUhPge9WUjfv4vSA9n_wXLgPsy25sOCbrCxpDMEh5XdcnGdm5j4Et3laGaGCICZaWo__AKvWauwWtbR5BUZKHfTTg/s424/0_Lifeboat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCPJ0xah9tUaC33L7Ocy7_YtGuA92Dg3zLl89FIoghDczutRsszHAoYZHrlfZF0MNjPaowMU1V-28rKkXCjO-3oHkeZFWs0ld5RUhPge9WUjfv4vSA9n_wXLgPsy25sOCbrCxpDMEh5XdcnGdm5j4Et3laGaGCICZaWo__AKvWauwWtbR5BUZKHfTTg/s320/0_Lifeboat.jpg" width="226" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Alfred Hitchcock's <i>Lifeboat </i>(1944):</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/O_SGsmN96hk" width="320" youtube-src-id="O_SGsmN96hk"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Man's Favorite Sport?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1964, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/3482/howard-hawks">Howard Hawks</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4oCLE7YNzzEFYPd7I980fZXs3BV8bLRn4Kmg7m1pVBFSeYvwd-qZZq7-XvtFnEMGu6fpY0ZJJSq7TEqHJKaBn3sC60KrbYoIyWV5gJCJPevtxl5j260ZGsj5SdcLaC9KZgLFn9a8c4Nv52-H-0u3TwTDT3JtNNm4PhDZ5jXw_QWDRO8KiCkE50ml4A/s454/2_MFS-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4oCLE7YNzzEFYPd7I980fZXs3BV8bLRn4Kmg7m1pVBFSeYvwd-qZZq7-XvtFnEMGu6fpY0ZJJSq7TEqHJKaBn3sC60KrbYoIyWV5gJCJPevtxl5j260ZGsj5SdcLaC9KZgLFn9a8c4Nv52-H-0u3TwTDT3JtNNm4PhDZ5jXw_QWDRO8KiCkE50ml4A/s320/2_MFS-2.jpg" width="211" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Filming for <b>Man's Favorite Sport?</b> began late in 1962, and Edy Williams' presence is even more negligible than in <b>For Love or Money</b>: here, she simply plays an uncredited girl in some scene somewhere.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVM_rFTYFKoV6vOhIL9BWn8cZqzB_FTI4JsLWDceHXdkMyh31O7lK3I_AcQ91U0E6x5WSEGzOG5Wjo0qAozgFKAABEEsunQ4BW1XJ1XJ7IoKUKPa9RbefmkTEsbWaDHr-MzleDkO9dlomYE_bLjnUNhcm1LoXWcU89pzE2e16H99jLPiY2BInJRdrrYg/s1123/2_mans-favorite-sport21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="1123" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVM_rFTYFKoV6vOhIL9BWn8cZqzB_FTI4JsLWDceHXdkMyh31O7lK3I_AcQ91U0E6x5WSEGzOG5Wjo0qAozgFKAABEEsunQ4BW1XJ1XJ7IoKUKPa9RbefmkTEsbWaDHr-MzleDkO9dlomYE_bLjnUNhcm1LoXWcU89pzE2e16H99jLPiY2BInJRdrrYg/s320/2_mans-favorite-sport21.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Written with Cray Grant in mind, Hawks turned to <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/519/rock-hudson">Rock "I'm not gay" Hudson</a> (17 Nov 1925 – 2 Oct 1985)<b>*</b> when Grant decided to do <b>Charade</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6T2Q4XO7uA&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>) instead. Smart move on Grant's part. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6_Afo-Cz-G4PnEmhSV0dEY2r-G1x2gBfAufMuFMU0rQo-3edFbbtW37t6A4oWndLTa8i2qXmiiTOANX4lfb38VifIa8xJm21CFNR7kRccwBxD-XfYTitBR9LhayuIXUdaEtisgofXUyG85ryl37EMD66PSBA9jzSoHlwZMOQy52abp3JdYz6iRAHGQ/s500/2_RockHudson.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="500" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6_Afo-Cz-G4PnEmhSV0dEY2r-G1x2gBfAufMuFMU0rQo-3edFbbtW37t6A4oWndLTa8i2qXmiiTOANX4lfb38VifIa8xJm21CFNR7kRccwBxD-XfYTitBR9LhayuIXUdaEtisgofXUyG85ryl37EMD66PSBA9jzSoHlwZMOQy52abp3JdYz6iRAHGQ/s320/2_RockHudson.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">That's Rock above, on vacation in Pueto Vallarta, Mexico, with his then boyfriend <a href="https://uinterview.com/news/lee-garlington-rock-hudsons-former-boyfriend-opens-relationship-closeted-actor/">Lee Garlington</a> in 1963.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg20ZR6kpOuOL56FJeITBi5MxdVLA-EcZLEsYKy-pZWzOIELoeXeoa2TEgLNc__rU2YcNj1__eh4lphdJSkx80OOGUGvogBoJ7G2RhVKsEqaVl3A5QYaut_J9e483IGoLX9NV-JW5WIdwLh_QX61GHU5JJWGYJykUq-m75CaR8brtTWZ70q8IE96CKIQ/s400/2_MFS-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg20ZR6kpOuOL56FJeITBi5MxdVLA-EcZLEsYKy-pZWzOIELoeXeoa2TEgLNc__rU2YcNj1__eh4lphdJSkx80OOGUGvogBoJ7G2RhVKsEqaVl3A5QYaut_J9e483IGoLX9NV-JW5WIdwLh_QX61GHU5JJWGYJykUq-m75CaR8brtTWZ70q8IE96CKIQ/s320/2_MFS-3.jpg" width="240" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Man's Favorite Sport?</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EvehgKWOjaI" width="320" youtube-src-id="EvehgKWOjaI"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot to Howard Hawks' late-career attempt to recapture the spirit of the screwball comedy, as found at <a href="https://www.tvguide.com/movies/mans-favorite-sport/review/2000046003/"><i>TV Guide</i></a>: "[...] Roger Willoughby (Rock Hudson of <b>Pretty Maids All in a Row</b> [1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43qLBHRtxVU&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>]) is the star fishing-supplies salesman of a large sporting goods store, but he knows nothing about fishing. Publicity agent Abigail Page (Paula Prentiss of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/11/i-am-pretty-thing-that-lives-in-house.html">I Am the Pretty Thing that Lives in the House</a> </b>[2016]) convinces Hudson's boss, William Cadwalader (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6752306/john-mcgiver">John McGiver</a> of <b>Arnold </b>[1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v97DjgP2Ydw&ab_channel=VinegarSyndrome">trailer</a>]), that Willoughby should enter a fishing contest. With a little luck and assistance from a bear, Willoughby wins. Acknowledging that his win is a fluke, he forfeits the prize and subsequently gets fired. In the end, Willoughby gets his job back and lands Abigail as well. Hawks delivers his usual heavy-handed direction, but the film's premise is too flimsy to spread over two hours. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vHoXEOz2gV1nqRmxNpSUKiVHfnFuZYorqdNMkiXvePa4ncJ-kqM4npLUvwOK_fdhTXvdsngdC0mP1hoEKwGEqF_4LedxtwrioOXXhxJFLWKGJh0Q-pkvkmzVQWSnfNWG05u2SgWc2-K_uPXOn7Nmbub9FjmG_tPNRypBPvARobWpgOGXJsThORCAWQ/s1124/2_mansfavorit-sport-poster1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vHoXEOz2gV1nqRmxNpSUKiVHfnFuZYorqdNMkiXvePa4ncJ-kqM4npLUvwOK_fdhTXvdsngdC0mP1hoEKwGEqF_4LedxtwrioOXXhxJFLWKGJh0Q-pkvkmzVQWSnfNWG05u2SgWc2-K_uPXOn7Nmbub9FjmG_tPNRypBPvARobWpgOGXJsThORCAWQ/s320/2_mansfavorit-sport-poster1.jpg" width="165" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Henry Mancini's title track to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Man's Favorite Sport?</i></span></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/X2KJ4L2uDbc" width="320" youtube-src-id="X2KJ4L2uDbc"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Based on a magazine story called <b>The Girl That Almost Got Away</b>, written by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/110777767/h-h-frank" target="_blank">Pat Frank</a> with a screenplay by John Fenton Murray and Steve McNeil, along with uncredited assistance from Hawks favorite Leigh Brackett. <b>Man's Favorite Sport? </b>is an enjoyable, if unspectacular, comedy thanks mostly to the under-used, and sadly neglected, long-legged Texas beauty Paula Prentiss, who is a pure delight as the brash, outspoken Abigail, the kind of woman Hawks had been known for in most of his films. Abigail comes across as a direct decedent of Susan Vance, Katharine Hepburn's whimsical heiress in <b>Bringing Up Baby </b>(1938 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F25nzu6hh0Q&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>). [<a href="https://twentyfourframes.wordpress.com/2011/12/09/mans-favorite-sport-1964-howard-hawks/">24 Frames</a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDmB7ijYq8vbz3bt-QmTfAITdT3b4qgSVqB43HqlmwhgyDNS0YC9ngAga-6ZN4Eax8ybFcN4a9hL9aza-pOWS26kEgSQcXoVK40tQDcfKxwmcfQrkK9s-UyKH-vtGf_8-iwJ4B-R-1fdR7yD8rNXqzCBouRgz1Y5urxa7taBX-8ZlRykf6BdI9e4pNg/s740/2_mans-favorite-sport-lx.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="740" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDmB7ijYq8vbz3bt-QmTfAITdT3b4qgSVqB43HqlmwhgyDNS0YC9ngAga-6ZN4Eax8ybFcN4a9hL9aza-pOWS26kEgSQcXoVK40tQDcfKxwmcfQrkK9s-UyKH-vtGf_8-iwJ4B-R-1fdR7yD8rNXqzCBouRgz1Y5urxa7taBX-8ZlRykf6BdI9e4pNg/s320/2_mans-favorite-sport-lx.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Ann-Margret" target="_blank">Ann-Margret</a>'s version of the title track,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Man's Favorite Sport?</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5gHY4gcGpao" width="320" youtube-src-id="5gHY4gcGpao"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Brass Bottle</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1964, dir. Harry Keller)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDe1BYBiu7W7TGbsDl8jEDsMuOuLTYSgITdiS5N-TK9k4GRumILQRvrYQY0dXoze9WZgScWYo0udJTKPm6AWOSHYWU47KYaEZ3pwh3gCkbhmxPzyFbWSpaOjjIlIdxXHp6DfW263SkHhUUf-XZx1AnSGvYsMP927b0whLQnxS63_yzS5_gUaulfJkAQ/s412/3_le_retour_d_aladin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="412" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDe1BYBiu7W7TGbsDl8jEDsMuOuLTYSgITdiS5N-TK9k4GRumILQRvrYQY0dXoze9WZgScWYo0udJTKPm6AWOSHYWU47KYaEZ3pwh3gCkbhmxPzyFbWSpaOjjIlIdxXHp6DfW263SkHhUUf-XZx1AnSGvYsMP927b0whLQnxS63_yzS5_gUaulfJkAQ/s320/3_le_retour_d_aladin.jpg" width="233" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Bernard Green's main theme to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>The Brass Bottle</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3fRIj2x6qks" width="320" youtube-src-id="3fRIj2x6qks"></iframe></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Harry Keller's (22 Feb 1913 – 19 Jan 1987) greatest claim to fame is probably that he was called in to do reshoots for Orson Welles' <b>Touch of Evil </b>(1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-Oqn2hMp1M&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>). In <b>The Brass Bottle</b>, Edy Williams is one of the uncredited slave girls, the quartet of which can be seen directly below.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMMBXOJnWL9vwGJ_CtkHtNoMKItJsYoT0CtQHkg7h6ZeXuR430EBAnF6LsGfiA9hD6vX2vwH5EOXL6CJIA_fyzywJgDDKR4zUYvjJyw4TZPttWWOU4o1wM3KHfT-n2_DFMBAa85Fl7qSI9HOEdoJtlvj_Ulk4Xfq3RwHU9nQOcmTgpBTHbsQdUqubNg/s880/3_BrassB_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="724" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMMBXOJnWL9vwGJ_CtkHtNoMKItJsYoT0CtQHkg7h6ZeXuR430EBAnF6LsGfiA9hD6vX2vwH5EOXL6CJIA_fyzywJgDDKR4zUYvjJyw4TZPttWWOU4o1wM3KHfT-n2_DFMBAa85Fl7qSI9HOEdoJtlvj_Ulk4Xfq3RwHU9nQOcmTgpBTHbsQdUqubNg/s320/3_BrassB_1.jpg" width="263" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The lead female, Sylvia Kenton, is played by Barbara Eden: this film is considered the inspiration behind her later series, <b>I Dream of Jeanie </b>(1965-70 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dADf6q1QDs&ab_channel=RenatoJorge">theme</a>). The movie is actually based on a novel from 1900 of the same name written by "F. Anstey" (otherwise known as <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/157605743/thomas-anstey-guthrie">Thomas Anstey Guthrie</a>) — which had already been filmed twice in the silent era: in Great Britain in 1914 and the USA in 1923. Both those films are considered lost.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOTECM7sXh7Z7wq_o9_Pr7QFM8M5idBLW8l9MTIGP_zTLuBk6tGN9oETCrXB6Ii7nTntx0BKJF5ZlDMcRi5BTdSY5yr28-84532WVgKBnVBzafilSSe9ZqLdGk-0vaBY1M1MxkLOOr7QB43JGXiy7XB1ie9168Lb-cv5OgLIwEc0T1dT98f-Yl7jZZA/s500/3_Brass-l500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOTECM7sXh7Z7wq_o9_Pr7QFM8M5idBLW8l9MTIGP_zTLuBk6tGN9oETCrXB6Ii7nTntx0BKJF5ZlDMcRi5BTdSY5yr28-84532WVgKBnVBzafilSSe9ZqLdGk-0vaBY1M1MxkLOOr7QB43JGXiy7XB1ie9168Lb-cv5OgLIwEc0T1dT98f-Yl7jZZA/s320/3_Brass-l500.jpg" width="234" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://trailersfromhell.com/"><i>Trailers from Hel</i>l</a> on</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Brass Bottle</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KrObt9XxWww" width="320" youtube-src-id="KrObt9XxWww"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Plot: "In this goofy comedy, an architect (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8794731/tony-randall">Tony Randall</a>) discovers that a recently purchased antique bottle is the home of a jovial but vexing genie (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1591/burl-ives">Burl Ives</a>) who is more than willing to destroy anyone who would oppose or annoy his new master. This creates problems for the architect as he is more interested in impressing his in-laws-to-be than having his wishes granted. [<i><a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/the-brass-bottle-v85873">All Movie</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZk0yJ5ugazrYzG0F2kt7JOTjzptcVA6iUSieWbGbI-oPdHSvoYDYdwWuxbD56aAMRJeoLWycNdCxcaVU0WxFZPXGzJxac80vt5N5psT-B6hJ9ptarPHOFf7HiDvz5HpFby0AA9Sl3UOO8E1iKRRR2XLWh3xM7YatmmFwrkMWd5LyIGbZBGmj15JAuQ/s640/3_Peter%20Lupus%20Playgirl_%20april1974_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZk0yJ5ugazrYzG0F2kt7JOTjzptcVA6iUSieWbGbI-oPdHSvoYDYdwWuxbD56aAMRJeoLWycNdCxcaVU0WxFZPXGzJxac80vt5N5psT-B6hJ9ptarPHOFf7HiDvz5HpFby0AA9Sl3UOO8E1iKRRR2XLWh3xM7YatmmFwrkMWd5LyIGbZBGmj15JAuQ/s320/3_Peter%20Lupus%20Playgirl_%20april1974_2.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">An uncredited Peter Lupus, in his first feature-film appearance, and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/223806951/reginald-bernie-lewis">Reg Lewis</a> [of <b>Maciste contro I mostri</b> (1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8IF5PYQZkY&ab_channel=HollywoodClassics">full film</a>)] also show up to play slaves. We mention this as an excuse to show some naked Lupus, circa 1974, (above) and muscular Lewis, circa late '50s (below).<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-9LXpfFrSCY1rSGSXnZPI-iCm0l9lpZU0rlOpzSa6i8DEv8jB_Z4EaJEp3CUOy_Euc8zGRRnLSBKJW5TEXu9oxSE83N7Og4Jv-ivxA-1AmgTp6U7tCZw8wuSJmTisBoSS2KDKvYxD2k54S3R50Bi5SGqwpIwly3mNhWuOEeZdzYUcaHZzRtxyK1j8g/s400/3_reg-lewis-male-nude-shirtless-beefcake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-9LXpfFrSCY1rSGSXnZPI-iCm0l9lpZU0rlOpzSa6i8DEv8jB_Z4EaJEp3CUOy_Euc8zGRRnLSBKJW5TEXu9oxSE83N7Og4Jv-ivxA-1AmgTp6U7tCZw8wuSJmTisBoSS2KDKvYxD2k54S3R50Bi5SGqwpIwly3mNhWuOEeZdzYUcaHZzRtxyK1j8g/s320/3_reg-lewis-male-nude-shirtless-beefcake.jpg" width="256" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">An obscure singer and dancer, Lulu Porter (a.k.a. Marianne Wolford), also appears in the movie as a belly dancer (you see her in the trailer, where she is even credited as an "Internationally Famous Dancing Sensation"). She sang a great song inspired by the film, which oddly enough doesn't seem to be used in the movie itself.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZ8Yz0DXmtj1KGNoGTpTRilW1B4SU5HoqT23FKFVjJXCFGEM4gXphefezDNZ2rAxJOOFu85VObnesLkzC4dQTOY5YCQjTaJ0e_PaRfPm2D3kqXc_IvlQ-d4TiLGUrp2HUexikPwilKbUIQieycRgwhMu8q8_TCTH17ptOY8rEMrHzekA8KdctJLFw3g/s1439/3_Brass_Lulu.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1153" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZ8Yz0DXmtj1KGNoGTpTRilW1B4SU5HoqT23FKFVjJXCFGEM4gXphefezDNZ2rAxJOOFu85VObnesLkzC4dQTOY5YCQjTaJ0e_PaRfPm2D3kqXc_IvlQ-d4TiLGUrp2HUexikPwilKbUIQieycRgwhMu8q8_TCTH17ptOY8rEMrHzekA8KdctJLFw3g/s320/3_Brass_Lulu.jpg" width="256" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Lulu Porter sings</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Brass Bottle</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FIGtnlw31Ok" width="320" youtube-src-id="FIGtnlw31Ok"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>The Brass Bottle</b> is the definition of light sixties entertainment. It's fun, but not laugh-out-loud funny, sexy but not so tawdry that families can't appreciate it together. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] The fact that <b>The Brass Bottle</b> so frequently feels like a classic sitcom is likely not a coincidence, with this particular brand of magical farce resonating throughout the culture of the time. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] The film is a genuine delight and is the kind of movie that the term 'eye candy' was made for. Fans of a genie called Jeannie, mid-sixties kitsch, and retro culture won't want to miss this one. [<i><a href="https://www.cerealatmidnight.com/2021/12/review-brass-bottle-1964.html">Cereal at Midnight</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdOM9inTmMpguwuXSlgfWg0WWUCYkCp0V9nu6BRuSGgd_ygYkuno4bOOg2w6rjdWUHjNzbIHBVwigWe8DRAVEFZ6W7Bg9CO3PePab4iUiW5NzKpufF40VYH12M0DPrbLHh8dM3sCE0obk6qRz2aHHBVkZPxEpiyz4x3Mvw3j-_Pg8WVIm3hWKYg6mWw/s261/3_images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="193" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdOM9inTmMpguwuXSlgfWg0WWUCYkCp0V9nu6BRuSGgd_ygYkuno4bOOg2w6rjdWUHjNzbIHBVwigWe8DRAVEFZ6W7Bg9CO3PePab4iUiW5NzKpufF40VYH12M0DPrbLHh8dM3sCE0obk6qRz2aHHBVkZPxEpiyz4x3Mvw3j-_Pg8WVIm3hWKYg6mWw/s1600/3_images.jpg" width="193" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The Naked Kiss</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1964, writ. & dir. Sam Fuller)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMbXbEi0C04mLJZ7DhqY_XLK1X4ZW9U55LxP5QyeQMU2ULhdfS5Eybe5XHcWDWXvGXQqYTIn43m1LsdPcMoBYo7y8voULJA86SZ22Vo7F2jXB7KvRu3CCMjOHykGo_iTB_nOWEm2qwW7JliEJZ91HyBTTmshP-vMHTATbcRzrwMpJ4A66gXJ4FiM-tg/s755/4_NakedKiss_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="389" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMbXbEi0C04mLJZ7DhqY_XLK1X4ZW9U55LxP5QyeQMU2ULhdfS5Eybe5XHcWDWXvGXQqYTIn43m1LsdPcMoBYo7y8voULJA86SZ22Vo7F2jXB7KvRu3CCMjOHykGo_iTB_nOWEm2qwW7JliEJZ91HyBTTmshP-vMHTATbcRzrwMpJ4A66gXJ4FiM-tg/s320/4_NakedKiss_2.jpg" width="165" /></a></div><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>We call it a naked kiss; the sign of a pervert!</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Kelly (Constance Towers)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinPQtIkAshOd-iYpsNkipCQ0mA2F0hiVBFVrJd3b1Y_qvZ8FmTD-91i9HlB94T2yRuJgDrtTBjy2goX-6pVC4ddGONkQyyBDv2QY3tyBliFKk5bVF5pp0x45Q0hci7JCh37Nfd38y2RpPUxFffSN-2g6jOI9VH5IFzTUNp_rNQiia1QyTEqUFvh7t6g/s490/0_the-naked-kiss-kelly-woops-pimp.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="490" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinPQtIkAshOd-iYpsNkipCQ0mA2F0hiVBFVrJd3b1Y_qvZ8FmTD-91i9HlB94T2yRuJgDrtTBjy2goX-6pVC4ddGONkQyyBDv2QY3tyBliFKk5bVF5pp0x45Q0hci7JCh37Nfd38y2RpPUxFffSN-2g6jOI9VH5IFzTUNp_rNQiia1QyTEqUFvh7t6g/s320/0_the-naked-kiss-kelly-woops-pimp.webp" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The second of two infamous but successful B&W films <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6995479/sam-fuller">Samuel Michael Fuller</a> (12 Aug 1912 – 30 Oct 1997) made for Allied Artists, both of which, even today, still divide critics and public. Preceded by <b>Shock Corridor</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6s9hVDk5RQ&ab_channel=FilmNoir">trailer</a>), which was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress in 1996 for being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant", <b>The Naked Kiss</b> is listed among "The 100 Most Amusingly Bad Movies Ever Made" list put together by the writers of <b>The Official Razzie Movie Guide</b>. A credited Edy Williams appears as Hatrack (photo and scene below).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_O43qjyM4WVKByLGojdLRIM8_Y-_1aVJAQU7IyBETl52IlQ_LYcU0lBdUpJYA2ttmkS5iv_9TBDyCQqeVKF68VJlE0O6KwJgWuj-A4wKsokdEma6hY3Ex81yb5m8S2HpmGN5cPHPxejxKnZ4UeDoMHJo0aJumSoHm5IEpqesY8a5dApAIHE2RbzNpkQ/s1280/4_NakedKiss_1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_O43qjyM4WVKByLGojdLRIM8_Y-_1aVJAQU7IyBETl52IlQ_LYcU0lBdUpJYA2ttmkS5iv_9TBDyCQqeVKF68VJlE0O6KwJgWuj-A4wKsokdEma6hY3Ex81yb5m8S2HpmGN5cPHPxejxKnZ4UeDoMHJo0aJumSoHm5IEpqesY8a5dApAIHE2RbzNpkQ/s320/4_NakedKiss_1.png" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Edy Williams as Hatrack:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vCLOJr_tbbE" width="320" youtube-src-id="vCLOJr_tbbE"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot: "Prostitute Kelly (Constance Towers) is trying to turn herself around and start a new life in the small town of Grantville. Immediately, her profession is recognized by the crooked police chief Griff (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7340198/anthony-eisley">Anthony Eisley</a>) who threatens to run Kelly out of town. However, Kelly has other dreams and sets herself up at a local charity hospital where she catches the eye of the town benefactor J.L. Grant (Michael Dante). As Kelly finds herself caught up in a whirlwind romance, could her past come back to haunt her or is there a darker danger in Grantville that could threaten her life</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> [<a href="http://basementrejects.com/review/the-naked-kiss-1964/"><i>Basement Rejects</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDHHr-figeTy2tFVNynWaH_sLDh89kzgT3Hbv8dcf0S8Gabi4vC-RhpgIef_PxAIGwFIYPEyG45MLoU9Q9AJl9XIX7P2NLb1Ga2TSs5HnNWTat3dLYIlUX05iOPEgv9Ywnq6K9yx3bPbAWhfsHWK0k9m3HQUQONWMJyHRhko92QBMqy-X1Kqobda1wQ/s1024/4_NakedKiss_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="801" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDHHr-figeTy2tFVNynWaH_sLDh89kzgT3Hbv8dcf0S8Gabi4vC-RhpgIef_PxAIGwFIYPEyG45MLoU9Q9AJl9XIX7P2NLb1Ga2TSs5HnNWTat3dLYIlUX05iOPEgv9Ywnq6K9yx3bPbAWhfsHWK0k9m3HQUQONWMJyHRhko92QBMqy-X1Kqobda1wQ/s320/4_NakedKiss_4.jpg" width="250" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Naked Kiss</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mtmSMmti89A" width="320" youtube-src-id="mtmSMmti89A"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>The Naked Kiss </b>finds Sam Fuller's tabloid sensibilities boiling to the surface, as it dwells on the uncomfortable and taboo subjects of deviancy, prostitution, and small-town sanctimony. In typical Fuller style, it's a hard look at a nightmarish world, lurid and absorbing enough to demand that the viewer watch. It's part melodrama, part sensationalism, and part surreal, but above all it's absolutely, positively 100% Sam Fuller, with all the nuance and subtlety of a swift kick in the butt. [<i><a href="http://www.filmvault.com/filmvault/austin/n/nakedkissthe1.html">Film Vault</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-RaFE2PRrLpLAp2b1653zPivhAzNMeZQ_0RXYC7cQzgId2JHFcbe8YStnu_63PZqGZTkB9e04zxPsz3qQfQ5PINtAPM4_l9ETH3IjMeYAfSyQZ6sQPJKr6kZwQ28jrHpjsIw_CTU5Z350yugJLFhPfD3RH9aebHkcmiig252HivVxFOU_xpHCaEakw/s537/0_the-naked-kiss.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="537" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-RaFE2PRrLpLAp2b1653zPivhAzNMeZQ_0RXYC7cQzgId2JHFcbe8YStnu_63PZqGZTkB9e04zxPsz3qQfQ5PINtAPM4_l9ETH3IjMeYAfSyQZ6sQPJKr6kZwQ28jrHpjsIw_CTU5Z350yugJLFhPfD3RH9aebHkcmiig252HivVxFOU_xpHCaEakw/s320/0_the-naked-kiss.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The plot is also something of a slow-burn, but its intricacies are many. There are a lot of stories with the 'small town isn't what it seems to be on the surface' story, but this is easily one of the best. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] Fuller has great films in every era of his career [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] but <b>The Naked Kiss</b> might just be his best film, all things considered. It feels like a master fully in control of his craft. The film is both straightforward and abstract, blending reality and fantasy, hopes and dreams, desires and deceits [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">]. [<i><a href="https://www.silveremulsion.com/2013/07/23/the-naked-kiss-1964/">Silver Emulsion</a></i>]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77l7mKItJllFdl8d20X_jKGnblSzJpfrk66kX3aa_PiWesLSMG8b-su_S0ob6HlATHChvuekeCO09B4RJu8vI4S76xyySP5Vm6z2ieghp0359QEQsl5ZtOBrRMyFqWDCBeqgWqH1b3EvwlcK2pJcNqRalQ57NWPHu9YuimCiRrpxGJ9Ro_e7hMbA2VQ/s347/0_lobbycard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="347" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77l7mKItJllFdl8d20X_jKGnblSzJpfrk66kX3aa_PiWesLSMG8b-su_S0ob6HlATHChvuekeCO09B4RJu8vI4S76xyySP5Vm6z2ieghp0359QEQsl5ZtOBrRMyFqWDCBeqgWqH1b3EvwlcK2pJcNqRalQ57NWPHu9YuimCiRrpxGJ9Ro_e7hMbA2VQ/s320/0_lobbycard.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The film's ensemble cast is amazing as it features some noteworthy performances from Patsy Kelly as the head nurse, Karen Conrad as the young nurse Dusty, and <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Marie_Devereux">Marie Devereux</a> as the young woman Buff who is struggling to find work. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9274854/virginia-grey">Virginia Grey</a> ([22 Mar 1917 – 31 Jul 2004] of<b> Target Earth</b> [1954 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ4y232x8PI&ab_channel=VintageMixer">trailer</a>], <b>Black Zoo</b> [1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ialXN5dT7WQ&ab_channel=cirothungol">trailer</a>, with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/03/rip-michael-gough.html">Michael Gough</a></b>] and <b>House of Horrors</b> [1946 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ialXN5dT7WQ&ab_channel=cirothungol">trailer</a>]) is superb as the devious Candy who tries to make money by exploiting woman while doing whatever she can to bring down Kelly. Michael Dante (of <b>Thirty Dangerous Seconds </b>[1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ny2iTeHFLyI&ab_channel=OHSFilmandVideoArchives">full film</a>] and <b>Beyond Evil</b> [1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB-rEHHT7cE&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>]) is wonderful as the charming Grant who falls for Kelly and wants to give her a good life only to be revealed as someone who isn't what he seems to be. Anthony Eisley (of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-wasp-woman-usa-1959.html">The Wasp Woman</a></b> [1959] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/dracula-vs-frankenstein-usa-1970.html">Dracula vs. Frankenstein</a></b> [1971]) is terrific as the no-nonsense Sheriff Griff who deals with Kelly's presence in town as he wonders if she's really being honorable as he's forced to face some truths about himself and the town. Finally, there's Constance Towers in a radiant performance as Kelly where she's a woman seeking to get a fresh start in life while dealing with her dark past. Towers also brings an intensity to her role where she would prove to be a very tough woman who doesn't take shit from anyone. It's truly Towers at her finest as she definitely creates a performance for the ages. [<a href="http://thevoid99.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-naked-kiss.html"><i>Surrender to the Void</i></a>]" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MC8O8lB62aB05aY_V9VgG_NMUSDpA-3yJry0X7_e29tqubJe-dsmhyphenhyphen7ukadKifBvGWGZkeFRPMcGEE9xfRwsSydjBudEjACE2P0I33uPBShmTrqsYHBeCKYEARghdg_w4aRNMPlOSLV3dgN1c68RUUbAEWuZEbc_FkmopccpbjzdvMDcTyOQuF-EYg/s359/4_NakedKiss_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MC8O8lB62aB05aY_V9VgG_NMUSDpA-3yJry0X7_e29tqubJe-dsmhyphenhyphen7ukadKifBvGWGZkeFRPMcGEE9xfRwsSydjBudEjACE2P0I33uPBShmTrqsYHBeCKYEARghdg_w4aRNMPlOSLV3dgN1c68RUUbAEWuZEbc_FkmopccpbjzdvMDcTyOQuF-EYg/s320/4_NakedKiss_3.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">It should be noted that while <b>The Naked Kis</b>s is Edy Williams' first credited film role, it is the last credited (or uncredited) film appearance of the former English nude model <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/206422078/marie-devereux">Marie Devereux</a> (27 Nov 1940 – 30 Dec 2019), a beautiful brunette of Russ Meyer proportions. (That's her below from her modeling days.) She is fondly remembered less for her lengthy appearances in <b>The Naked Kiss</b> and <b>Shock Corridor</b> than for her appearances in some lesser Hammer movies: <b>The Stranglers of Bombay</b> (1959 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9DxGDGPiUM&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>), the flawed <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-brides-of-dracula-great-britain-1960.html">Brides of Dracula</a></b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSusc0RZegk">trailer</a> — with <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/04/rip-kate-omara.html"><b>Kate O'Mara</b></a>), and <b>The Pirates of Blood River</b> (1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo3uCLRrSH4&pp=ygUqVGhlIFBpcmF0ZXMgb2YgQmxvb2QgUml2ZXIgKDE5NjIgLyB0cmFpbGVy&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>). She left the film biz for a fate worse than death: housewifedom and kids in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meridian,_Idaho">Meridian, Ohio</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzsrus43H9GjZGek9QzIpOJnxEeMZtNgXaDlS74HQKE0_7hDV6yKaNMmBHgTNvOxpkUIjU4d82kPBTEs3uelifYmgpVKb7UWbMLFxPspvBXRn1V7nNjaOrL9ukWCx6imYH-lhSN_hA_Q20v5mjpNKNr5_-ibyJhGV2B4T9U2hj4MN4jq9349JNNnmDA/s450/4_NakedKiss_marie-devereux.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="323" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzsrus43H9GjZGek9QzIpOJnxEeMZtNgXaDlS74HQKE0_7hDV6yKaNMmBHgTNvOxpkUIjU4d82kPBTEs3uelifYmgpVKb7UWbMLFxPspvBXRn1V7nNjaOrL9ukWCx6imYH-lhSN_hA_Q20v5mjpNKNr5_-ibyJhGV2B4T9U2hj4MN4jq9349JNNnmDA/s320/4_NakedKiss_marie-devereux.jpg" width="230" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Other trivia of interest: <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5135/patsy-kelly">Patsy Kelly</a> (12 Jan 1910 – 24 Sep 1981), possibly to the detriment of her film career, was one of Hollywood's earliest open lesbians. She had fun with <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/124911851/wilma-cox">Wilma Cox</a> (8 May 1911 – 2 Feb 1988) and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/52/tallulah-bankhead">Tallulah Bankhead</a> (31 Jan 1902 – 12 Dec 1968)... one assumes, amongst others.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznt4Wd5L5gz-hj3kGmlx7Lsunm1YFpVl_Hiad5XrVG2sWcBCiZzEKA72OWIjsAS2qsjmlXqFnFR0I8uDE92r0yajUi82SdZzcKyHDoWa6j_it6CzkKRhmjA5VjUarPHSxywbqTi2VSrfxf5NX4AyMl7Pe96liLJaDI4SIUP4jN9naDSUUHVTOCBOh1w/s423/4_NK2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznt4Wd5L5gz-hj3kGmlx7Lsunm1YFpVl_Hiad5XrVG2sWcBCiZzEKA72OWIjsAS2qsjmlXqFnFR0I8uDE92r0yajUi82SdZzcKyHDoWa6j_it6CzkKRhmjA5VjUarPHSxywbqTi2VSrfxf5NX4AyMl7Pe96liLJaDI4SIUP4jN9naDSUUHVTOCBOh1w/s320/4_NK2.jpg" width="227" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Opening scene of</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>The Naked Kiss</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2AU3QDnpFm8" width="320" youtube-src-id="2AU3QDnpFm8"></iframe></div> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>A House Is Not a Home</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1964, dir. Russell Rouse)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOJofQV1F2-4vQH4R1twKK5R_aAYeeP9fl6bKxgYGBXPNqaeOXOEXZ_ZF9kt-wYLMMFna_A3xC7_Kqyll1Q4M8Zi7H2DcT38T0203C-jkil61E_QQRSoKIi-wu-vON7kOM8QkBKiL1Rhbgl-AQ-65RvTg1Dk9prndPS6CwQdkQGodjmMrsbijSIQZ5A/s1024/5_house-italian.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="722" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOJofQV1F2-4vQH4R1twKK5R_aAYeeP9fl6bKxgYGBXPNqaeOXOEXZ_ZF9kt-wYLMMFna_A3xC7_Kqyll1Q4M8Zi7H2DcT38T0203C-jkil61E_QQRSoKIi-wu-vON7kOM8QkBKiL1Rhbgl-AQ-65RvTg1Dk9prndPS6CwQdkQGodjmMrsbijSIQZ5A/s320/5_house-italian.webp" width="226" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams is on the credits! As is <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/249521042/raquel-welch" target="_blank">Raquel Welch</a>, in her first feature-film appearance, playing the same thing that Edy Williams plays: a house prostitute. Both are on the publicity image found below.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNGhbVB5w4DHFvHM4KCz2wzI7BYgwunCzNfCqgJGz5n1RVd5m3GbCubLfZ_h7bBH_KCdx8LIY9gvvqm_6hDaWyOk9BXx72YP3HBVkwfzHW2kZOd1fvaP0EdbsMar3sZcuzxvadxes0EQNdXHmB40hrHHGOtEAbZJOn8n5mlxp74PcyzHP1Y-Hg21s1g/s1251/5_House_l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1251" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNGhbVB5w4DHFvHM4KCz2wzI7BYgwunCzNfCqgJGz5n1RVd5m3GbCubLfZ_h7bBH_KCdx8LIY9gvvqm_6hDaWyOk9BXx72YP3HBVkwfzHW2kZOd1fvaP0EdbsMar3sZcuzxvadxes0EQNdXHmB40hrHHGOtEAbZJOn8n5mlxp74PcyzHP1Y-Hg21s1g/s320/5_House_l1600.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The movie, of course, is a loose and sanitized adaptation of the book <b>A House Is Not a Home</b>, the 1953 autobiography of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/146581975/pearl-pauline-adler">Pearl "Polly" Adler</a> (16 Apr 1900 – 9 Jun 1962) that sold roughly two million copies during its print run. The movie, like the book and even Polly Adler, is mostly forgotten today, the fame of all three eclipsed by the movie's eponymous theme song written by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/249359575/burt-bacharach">Burt Bacharach</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/96357457/hal-david">Hal David</a>, which has long become a standard. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6330482/brook-benton" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></a><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyAh3Quw2rcCSVpLKgy3BB5zXUIqgQP07YW6YjEzSHscTvv6-GqTSKBsZuKQ7uDnd__gsSZTZTlncBvBuHo71lOS2o7WvCm9fi9b2yjixdJM94B9Raix555JYsclwbvoVW8tbfKXVol4ejKAAIpfXZ-p5jzKvVmdRC5x5N4OIJddK2xrjLXTritpgOw/s720/5_brook-benton-a-house-is-not-a-home-1964-6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyAh3Quw2rcCSVpLKgy3BB5zXUIqgQP07YW6YjEzSHscTvv6-GqTSKBsZuKQ7uDnd__gsSZTZTlncBvBuHo71lOS2o7WvCm9fi9b2yjixdJM94B9Raix555JYsclwbvoVW8tbfKXVol4ejKAAIpfXZ-p5jzKvVmdRC5x5N4OIJddK2xrjLXTritpgOw/s320/5_brook-benton-a-house-is-not-a-home-1964-6.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6330482/brook-benton" target="_blank">Brook Benton</a> sings</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>A House Is Not A Home</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rgwGOAS_Gzk" width="320" youtube-src-id="rgwGOAS_Gzk"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<b>A House is Not a Home</b>, and in this case it isn't much of a movie either. Supposed to be frank and shocking this is mostly tired and trite, unless you are deeply shocked by someone shouting the word 'whore' on screen, or by the fact men pay for sex, there is nothing much in this that wouldn't be perfectly at home with the board of censors. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] No attempt is made to use period costume or clothes, and the sets are few and far between. It might as well be 1964 in most scenes, and this television instead of a movie. [<i><a href="https://mysteryfile.com/blog/?p=70338">Mystery File</a></i>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxSNzFPPYurWt7gY-4UchbA26_F2RYXUTLgCz65UQKf4w5lECZb34zI4qGTUgI5q576kOuEqpt_dwt30dZuqwOFpsaFORfZJ2LNhENY9nzJ0nJfujw4TZbxVUdoSKWgPu1ZiSyQ2dQ7SkrLKXzkbLhwPdzdnk4jRuhaZiqqvrBZuEGAA_NyJ94zMGAg/s1055/5_house-poster-1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1055" data-original-width="811" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxSNzFPPYurWt7gY-4UchbA26_F2RYXUTLgCz65UQKf4w5lECZb34zI4qGTUgI5q576kOuEqpt_dwt30dZuqwOFpsaFORfZJ2LNhENY9nzJ0nJfujw4TZbxVUdoSKWgPu1ZiSyQ2dQ7SkrLKXzkbLhwPdzdnk4jRuhaZiqqvrBZuEGAA_NyJ94zMGAg/s320/5_house-poster-1.webp" width="246" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot: "As a young girl Polly Adler (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13021175/shelley-winters">Shelley Winters</a> [18 Aug 1920 – 14 Jan 2006] of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/cleopatra-jones-usa-1973.html"><b>Cleopatra Jones</b></a> [1973]) is seduced and raped by the foreman of the sweatshop where she works. Her uncle, with whom she lives, refuses to believe that it wasn't her fault and throws her out of the house. She moves into an apartment owned by racketeer Frank Costigan (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1022/robert-taylor">Frank Taylor</a> [5 Aug 1911 – 8 Jun 1969] of <b>The Night Walker</b> [1964 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEbbQ1llA8c&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]), who gets Adler started on her career when he pays her to bring some of her girl friends to a party for some of his gangster chums. She sees that the money is good and starts to work up her own clientele. As she gets more business, she moves to more fashionable locations. Her house becomes a meeting place for corrupt politicians, racketeers, and businessmen. Adler enters into a love affair with young songwriter Casey Booth (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/144639433/ralph-taeger">Ralph Taeger</a>), whose career she helps boost. She keeps her career a secret and finally breaks up with him to keep him from being ruined by her reputation. [<a href="https://www.tvguide.com/movies/a-house-is-not-a-home/review/2000031514/"><i>TV Guide</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N8bH8ro3a_B6EjxkbMLCqacS7YhBjXZyBU_jVOgJEBgPGHz9zFn43hTjuHRxVOYnr-dhkFBurli-AdKajLONj226V2tDMiwoKpATQkLqneMRhIUDDoN-aTSBZUh5lHexKH3JpIL01-aJJrl1hWcJK_t2WHZJMtCEHV9UZpTksCDR9T3Z1E_YSyzFKQ/s987/5_House%20Is%20Not%20a%20Home%20(1964).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="385" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9N8bH8ro3a_B6EjxkbMLCqacS7YhBjXZyBU_jVOgJEBgPGHz9zFn43hTjuHRxVOYnr-dhkFBurli-AdKajLONj226V2tDMiwoKpATQkLqneMRhIUDDoN-aTSBZUh5lHexKH3JpIL01-aJJrl1hWcJK_t2WHZJMtCEHV9UZpTksCDR9T3Z1E_YSyzFKQ/s320/5_House%20Is%20Not%20a%20Home%20(1964).jpg" width="125" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">While it lasts —</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">the full film:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LysgVhjHefQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="LysgVhjHefQ"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Harlow</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1965, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/18336/gordon-douglas">Gordon Douglas</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaVJsJ2QwmzSrwXMrKZ7wx_U9qg4RdSp52mZ55t3WEMZNzRHXUkfT36WEqSOgRQP8spamh2HSLYnaL6dWOD5M2XhnYxQPvmS6yrYVFRQZF_dWyiQkJ4l78QOmKMqFd2T2U6RwgpP8yaOFhsRnjP1Pz4pMdDA3QzMDV7Fc0NWZYoCdOnaVr7OxwA_IAA/s597/6_Harlow_USA.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="393" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaVJsJ2QwmzSrwXMrKZ7wx_U9qg4RdSp52mZ55t3WEMZNzRHXUkfT36WEqSOgRQP8spamh2HSLYnaL6dWOD5M2XhnYxQPvmS6yrYVFRQZF_dWyiQkJ4l78QOmKMqFd2T2U6RwgpP8yaOFhsRnjP1Pz4pMdDA3QzMDV7Fc0NWZYoCdOnaVr7OxwA_IAA/s320/6_Harlow_USA.jpg" width="211" /></a><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Harlow</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0EuL9aCRAPs" width="320" youtube-src-id="0EuL9aCRAPs"></iframe></div></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Starlet Edy Williams has an uncredited walk-on part as the girl in the mail room — don't blink! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4e__A_Sc2n9m9VDiEXnyg_TJWlgX6NKFzoD5PCIFwWv3z5uAiSx1iSy6wHGxUy1btTN0XNa3HT-aMdLtOa2RCNCK_8jZcO-bqpkhgK5rvQZVz2L3jtz7wlRkJ-wSKcp7xmXT02CCKUbUY_0pgrGnheAEu5P-BmO-hR1gzng1PeFac8j0X1zagxV6nw/s597/6_Harlow_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="206" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4e__A_Sc2n9m9VDiEXnyg_TJWlgX6NKFzoD5PCIFwWv3z5uAiSx1iSy6wHGxUy1btTN0XNa3HT-aMdLtOa2RCNCK_8jZcO-bqpkhgK5rvQZVz2L3jtz7wlRkJ-wSKcp7xmXT02CCKUbUY_0pgrGnheAEu5P-BmO-hR1gzng1PeFac8j0X1zagxV6nw/s320/6_Harlow_2.jpg" width="110" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Former child actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/18336/gordon-douglas">Gordon Douglas</a> (15 Dec 1907 – 29 Sep 1993) made many a better film than this one, including one of our favorite regularly rotated bad films from the Golden Age of local <i>Creature Feature</i> shows, <b>Them!</b> (1954 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4URRp39XOo&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>) and the classic Guilty Pleasure, <b>Zombies on Broadway</b> (1945). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDb8R3Q51kQobdsuy8V9rvDRD0qlrvK_owI1CsHCpa49sD9xUhPgypv24NdiYKsiFIizI6Ch6H5AEdBlTyT_FGIii7K1ETitDZLL7hwklXURZQ1HXOgmWWqP7r-hzuBzpMS3dLKCvGKcI2KnT_D7q7vPM7e0RNc3ZkjfEawjbc_RcPQoTgvsER34oAA/s472/6_wally-brown-main.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="369" data-original-width="472" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDb8R3Q51kQobdsuy8V9rvDRD0qlrvK_owI1CsHCpa49sD9xUhPgypv24NdiYKsiFIizI6Ch6H5AEdBlTyT_FGIii7K1ETitDZLL7hwklXURZQ1HXOgmWWqP7r-hzuBzpMS3dLKCvGKcI2KnT_D7q7vPM7e0RNc3ZkjfEawjbc_RcPQoTgvsER34oAA/s320/6_wally-brown-main.webp" width="320" /></a></div>Full movie —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Zombies on Broadway </i>(1945):</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iQ5BX6I-KGI" width="320" youtube-src-id="iQ5BX6I-KGI"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">1965 saw two Harlow biopics get released, first Alex Segal's <b>Harlow</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twq1hq6xLqI&ab_channel=historycomestolife" target="_blank">trailer</a>), starring <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/202752274/carol-lynley">Carol Lynley</a> (13 Feb 1942 – 3 Sep 2019) in the title role, and then this one with a slightly overage Carroll Baker playing the bleached-blonde icon. (In real life, screen "Mama" <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/244491514/angela-lansbury">Angela Lansbury</a> was only six years older than screen daughter Jean [Carroll Baker].) This <b>Harlow </b>flopped, though it did launch a hit song, the "last great <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Male_chauvinism">male chauvinistic</a> song written in the '60s"</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8598012/julie-london" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gXQx51pBPMLzlR-oaVlqojMeYNemHsohQmGikW_7TqG688F77N94hGDzLHRbAgNmb7bKmH-R5K6_o72L6PEBqYOWwaLAY9AGrqI7z-4mVTajlEGWMsMf5hVMoLR8M56ao5zbPkPg_8gzpJxy8DD9J3aBBtmJA13Akx6UdwoeXtbwF4lj1yvmKLnI3Q/s597/6_Harlow_USA2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="391" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gXQx51pBPMLzlR-oaVlqojMeYNemHsohQmGikW_7TqG688F77N94hGDzLHRbAgNmb7bKmH-R5K6_o72L6PEBqYOWwaLAY9AGrqI7z-4mVTajlEGWMsMf5hVMoLR8M56ao5zbPkPg_8gzpJxy8DD9J3aBBtmJA13Akx6UdwoeXtbwF4lj1yvmKLnI3Q/s320/6_Harlow_USA2.jpg" width="210" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8598012/julie-london" target="_blank">Julie London</a> covering</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Girl Talk</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2wdFN1M6wVE" width="320" youtube-src-id="2wdFN1M6wVE"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot, as found at <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harlow_(Paramount_film)">Wikipedia</a></i>: "The film opens with Harlow (Baker) as a struggling extra and bit actress supporting a greedy stepfather Marino (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8091363/raf-vallone">Raf Vallone</a>) and a loving but oblivious mother 'Mama Jean' (Angela Lansbury). With the help of agent Arthur Landau (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14915440/red-buttons">Red Buttons</a>), she secures a contract at the studio of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Hughes">Howard Hughes</a>-inspired Richard Manley (<a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/11/rip-leslie-nielsen.html"><b>Leslie Nielsen</b></a>). The reception to her first film is disappointing, and at Manley's studio her career is stalled. When Manley attempts to add her to his list of seduced starlets, Harlow fights him off and tells him what she thinks of him. This scene turns out to be a ruse devised by her agent so that the now-furious Manley terminates her contract. Landau successfully pitches Harlow to Majestic Studios, and her career blossoms. Despite studio encouragement to marry another contract star, Harlow marries the apparently gentle and cultured <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Bern">Paul Bern</a> (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/2959/peter-lawford" target="_blank">Peter Lawford</a>), who is revealed to be impotent. Soon after, Bern commits suicide. His death, combined with the stress of her career, leads Harlow on an odyssey of failed relationships and alcoholism, culminating in her death of kidney failure at the age of 26." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtAK4VddOv3vWFzeH3k8EmKTvvVkhSEWDzSESGzj-qWbsbC0tkwBblOpAXeK6U8l0ks6C-iK5BsxErELZr3BzNvO1ABu_6y3CUYN5mg_pfgqThABQnwQYdnG7_w3Vfgy7b9d3unKLqxovlTdKtJc_adTX55IjF92j96KNNZSw0tPhBihlLZ8FaflGTw/s597/6_Harlow_Franc%C3%A9s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="443" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtAK4VddOv3vWFzeH3k8EmKTvvVkhSEWDzSESGzj-qWbsbC0tkwBblOpAXeK6U8l0ks6C-iK5BsxErELZr3BzNvO1ABu_6y3CUYN5mg_pfgqThABQnwQYdnG7_w3Vfgy7b9d3unKLqxovlTdKtJc_adTX55IjF92j96KNNZSw0tPhBihlLZ8FaflGTw/s320/6_Harlow_Franc%C3%A9s.jpg" width="237" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Opening sequence with credits:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pRKa5uc98E8" width="320" youtube-src-id="pRKa5uc98E8"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Strangely enough, although a biopic, all Harlow's film projects in the movie are fictitious, as are many of the names of the people involved. As <i><a href="https://www.combustiblecelluloid.com/classic/harlow.shtml">Combustible Celluloid</a></i> points out, "Back in the old days, they used to make 'quickie biopics,' that thrived on both star power and on lurid details, not Oscar buzz. Facts were not in the least important. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] The only thing this movie gets right are Jean's name and the name of her second husband, Paul Bern. Even there, the movie cheats a little. Jean claims that 'Jean Harlow' is her real name, which it was not, and the movie claims that Bern was Harlow's first husband; he was her second of three. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] In the movie Harlow dies, unloved, of pneumonia, but her real-life affliction was quite a bit more horrible. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] Either way, the lack of details in <b>Harlow </b>— and the reliance on old showbiz clichés — eventually brings down the movie." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7h8WpBu7eMcEf0kPNyYS66Ih_b0tNmA0ulHXiK1hOYjAMaUamw9j4l-5XwH2AbZOWMy4EdOeRbHHCZn0inhKQDCjBGSOKS9CvGA5G3pU-dEQ8xXwxeIfNypwlE1Mgz7Jju2jDKo7OluNlPuKOLKqsahUbNrDNeLDEc-MVe8Jmoq90YQpJe0uz2j6aKg/s597/6_Harlow_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="413" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7h8WpBu7eMcEf0kPNyYS66Ih_b0tNmA0ulHXiK1hOYjAMaUamw9j4l-5XwH2AbZOWMy4EdOeRbHHCZn0inhKQDCjBGSOKS9CvGA5G3pU-dEQ8xXwxeIfNypwlE1Mgz7Jju2jDKo7OluNlPuKOLKqsahUbNrDNeLDEc-MVe8Jmoq90YQpJe0uz2j6aKg/s320/6_Harlow_1.jpg" width="221" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The theme of the movie —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Bobby Vinton's <i>Lonely Girl</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6Igwfwh-n0E" width="320" youtube-src-id="6Igwfwh-n0E"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"In lieu of accuracy, director Gordon Douglas and screenwriter <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/31669357/john-michael-hayes">John Michael Hayes</a> want to focus on Jean Harlow's quest for sex! It's a tired trope established in the various Monroe biopics: Actress couldn't find sexual satisfaction, which she equates to love, and thus her life is doomed from the start. The problem is, by the end of the story Jean is so sex-obsessed she openly propositions her stepfather! Keep in mind, prior to this she accused him of wanting to molest her [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">]. [<i><a href="https://ticklishbiz.com/2013/05/19/harlow-1965-part-two/">Ticklish Business</a></i>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-a0M_Nu57g4hIOUHX1pwGzJhpbHFihyeAcZkTZSfbzMRI0muXWuE93LSaBR0b16ec5AYqfA2cfkjB6Fl1uQTAzHFZwX-SMr_fSvFOkYXKdCu4JSXKwXdmP36mxUIrAbYiVXgq92xV71DHxO4B6phnOPrtwiAZlANf7LQQtv3Xhwoqy-1oEzFsYI3Sw/s400/6_jean_harlow-104.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="400" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-a0M_Nu57g4hIOUHX1pwGzJhpbHFihyeAcZkTZSfbzMRI0muXWuE93LSaBR0b16ec5AYqfA2cfkjB6Fl1uQTAzHFZwX-SMr_fSvFOkYXKdCu4JSXKwXdmP36mxUIrAbYiVXgq92xV71DHxO4B6phnOPrtwiAZlANf7LQQtv3Xhwoqy-1oEzFsYI3Sw/s320/6_jean_harlow-104.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">News of yesteryear about</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">the actress pictured directly above:</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CBPB6Eaz3ro" width="320" youtube-src-id="CBPB6Eaz3ro"></iframe></div></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Oscar</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1966, dir. Russell Rouse)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPUVpRpZSgPjfQByY8DZTi7AsqV7YTtbbxPHazkFbaT2lrKBiivfdwVYBBDKlFCUXL_7PEwCjb-oyil2qdrK4HHJ79qx_FvqB8MygUB7qmlStvWSQYe89SoFvij_S4buE8fPX9HO8x7s3cOybbUAbH-Cb8Zy-qrSz5Lsl0AtEXDDesO0nWouiBv-Y3w/s320/7_1966%20-%20El%20Oscar%20-%20The%20Oscar%20-USA.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="216" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPUVpRpZSgPjfQByY8DZTi7AsqV7YTtbbxPHazkFbaT2lrKBiivfdwVYBBDKlFCUXL_7PEwCjb-oyil2qdrK4HHJ79qx_FvqB8MygUB7qmlStvWSQYe89SoFvij_S4buE8fPX9HO8x7s3cOybbUAbH-Cb8Zy-qrSz5Lsl0AtEXDDesO0nWouiBv-Y3w/s1600/7_1966%20-%20El%20Oscar%20-%20The%20Oscar%20-USA.jpg" width="216" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">An uncredited Edy Williams walks by in a bikini. Fellow <b>BVD</b> <i>Babe of Yesteryear</i> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Phyllis Davis</b></a> also appears uncredited in this movie — which is why we looked at <b>The Oscar</b> before: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2b8isF17WNQPGFZdgYMU3NB2zSQGoMBK72RVaTYMjDP1T_8dCxtN-DEtyZpXDduy02DYXTeiQ13FJHO53zgFGzl8po0WKYHKJJb6ycaqdvhR77pG1E5K_3PCOhJFuLpgP5L3tKlZuqkqola7HcMWPYApRgfb_gCI1YYUx7RDyezIga8OEG9y9kdfMw/s807/7_The%20Oscar_41.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2b8isF17WNQPGFZdgYMU3NB2zSQGoMBK72RVaTYMjDP1T_8dCxtN-DEtyZpXDduy02DYXTeiQ13FJHO53zgFGzl8po0WKYHKJJb6ycaqdvhR77pG1E5K_3PCOhJFuLpgP5L3tKlZuqkqola7HcMWPYApRgfb_gCI1YYUx7RDyezIga8OEG9y9kdfMw/s320/7_The%20Oscar_41.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Plot: "A snotty Hollywood actor (<a href="https://stephenboydblog.wordpress.com/">Stephen Boyd</a> [4 Jul 1931 – 2 Jun 1977]) becomes even more full of himself after he's nominated for Best Actor at the Academy Awards. [<i><a href="https://mubi.com/films/the-oscar">Mubi</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mQXJG_XYG2O802UPDE7F-vBQTmlWGo3dx1NUDxFsK5cV06tPMHxD01F9j0NPkn9V0xWJDel7m1OhoFmQL9ZYhKrwrQlbqndop5RDVpWzZDPV8O0hHMfy6_s_qktK8_J8wFQo82gRgkIXdBxQ8nYEF1fRuceSwEXBiVzDDXG9X4sD6p4KtzqO7aYdaQ/s320/7_Oscar_Y475_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="190" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mQXJG_XYG2O802UPDE7F-vBQTmlWGo3dx1NUDxFsK5cV06tPMHxD01F9j0NPkn9V0xWJDel7m1OhoFmQL9ZYhKrwrQlbqndop5RDVpWzZDPV8O0hHMfy6_s_qktK8_J8wFQo82gRgkIXdBxQ8nYEF1fRuceSwEXBiVzDDXG9X4sD6p4KtzqO7aYdaQ/s1600/7_Oscar_Y475_.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">For further reading, may we suggest chapter 19 of Michael Sauter's <b>The Worst Movies of All Time</b> (1995)? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUlT4K5rMDEKZjDquZXNUpZJo8-9QF7_l-cC2CbzMp-HrEMMmDscnVge2Z328Q3krgQm7yAIgaHXGkUX-VhpYy9CDQ7yD9dJ1VyGtolEANfevDPEgHtfCjppFSZAzyZecMkXzC0whAIH7WOk2aRnakEAHM-Mgpwk-LrU5Q-i0mq5iyINZxnq5eVuKQw/s320/7_Oscar_2069dc7f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="320" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUlT4K5rMDEKZjDquZXNUpZJo8-9QF7_l-cC2CbzMp-HrEMMmDscnVge2Z328Q3krgQm7yAIgaHXGkUX-VhpYy9CDQ7yD9dJ1VyGtolEANfevDPEgHtfCjppFSZAzyZecMkXzC0whAIH7WOk2aRnakEAHM-Mgpwk-LrU5Q-i0mq5iyINZxnq5eVuKQw/s1600/7_Oscar_2069dc7f.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Opening sequence of</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Oscar</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8cznEjJgRWk" width="320" youtube-src-id="8cznEjJgRWk"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>The Oscar</b>, like <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/10/the-white-buffalo-usa-1977.html">The White Buffalo</a></b> (1977), is based on the novel by the "American screenwriter, pulp writer, and film director" <a href="http://what-when-how.com/pulp-fiction-writers/sale-richard-pulp-fiction-writer/">Richard Sale</a> (17 Dec 1911 – 4 Mar 1993). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YVJIPveQoeo-ACsfc_bCXXP9mMowNFz712mMb37Q_WxzxsSaLmXWrKiCYYZ9tJkPdVzkg8XhfEhCiJPGQCzmCRtfnmA4wZV1NpZGiaUek4aWh7ZU__d5oAQKqGC2OXvI1qPW7L4ZhlqKD0pxvTYpjfHbcjBsI9ABqnakrzJMGACA7VEk99C7kltR9w/s320/7_The%20Oscar_Deutsch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="218" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YVJIPveQoeo-ACsfc_bCXXP9mMowNFz712mMb37Q_WxzxsSaLmXWrKiCYYZ9tJkPdVzkg8XhfEhCiJPGQCzmCRtfnmA4wZV1NpZGiaUek4aWh7ZU__d5oAQKqGC2OXvI1qPW7L4ZhlqKD0pxvTYpjfHbcjBsI9ABqnakrzJMGACA7VEk99C7kltR9w/s1600/7_The%20Oscar_Deutsch.jpg" width="218" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene from</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Oscar</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OPye6zM95Qc" width="320" youtube-src-id="OPye6zM95Qc"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The movie was brought to the screen by director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32617892/russell-edwin-rouse">Russell Rouse</a> (20 Nov 1913 – 2 Oct 1987), the scriptwriter of that classic noir, <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/doa-usa-1950.html">D.O.A.</a></b> (1949 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFZaoOmDHrM&pp=ygUWRC5PLkEuICgxOTQ5IC8gdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D&ab_channel=Aclassicofcinematograph">full film</a>); co-scripter <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/190965421/harlan-ellison">Harlan Ellison</a> (27 May 1934 – 28 Jun 2018) helped write the screenplay. So, whose fault is it that The Oscar is such a tur</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">key? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGQ8zG1s2Cvdq3csWT4GgQXli-hTU05tYmRO3sE2IGl_Sgam40nqqhL5A9JFA4QYGiH6zyxfQYCghKOK6UnHnyCMJstjGwD_ypJpwtGCMhOnOn9ZyeySzcOf06-iHp1K-Rc8NhEPHJEr4jW_Kfan6IVm1eZcnQGdeW0iC9wdrP5Pfpgp2cGLy_NbXBg/s1592/7_TheOscar_f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1592" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGQ8zG1s2Cvdq3csWT4GgQXli-hTU05tYmRO3sE2IGl_Sgam40nqqhL5A9JFA4QYGiH6zyxfQYCghKOK6UnHnyCMJstjGwD_ypJpwtGCMhOnOn9ZyeySzcOf06-iHp1K-Rc8NhEPHJEr4jW_Kfan6IVm1eZcnQGdeW0iC9wdrP5Pfpgp2cGLy_NbXBg/s320/7_TheOscar_f.jpg" width="121" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene from</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Oscar</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8H4QSwrdZJs" width="320" youtube-src-id="8H4QSwrdZJs"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Deep within <i><a href="https://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/02/presenting-oscar.html">Poseidon's Underworld</a></i>, it is said: "The type of movie (think <b>Showgirls </b>[1995 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTtXYV0gaR4&ab_channel=Cosaguardareoggiintv">trailer</a>] or <b>Battlefield Earth</b> [2000 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhNuXvlCTTc&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>]) that was a camp classic practically upon release and which becomes more and more so with each year that separates it from the time in which it first appeared, it is manna from heaven to those who enjoy that period in the mid-60s when studio films still clung to that clean, sharp, sleek visual style while the subject matter was beginning to turn more sordid than in previous decades. Then, of course, there is the female hair of that period, when it was de rigueur to tease it as high and full as possible and, often, to augment it with skyscraping appendages, anything to achieve that Nouveau-Grecian look." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxLOp7pZTpaqmX0oPnbf96cL62ug2vTxCSaq7p4GLOoX5FBpVVIgZI_yn-x1i9sduWO9V1k-7xjQCgpdBUg-ZqN9xKwKxtwtZtfK0gMED-5xCkcR3BrgNrc11_0y9Ic4wV79HzlNEjCl-hAcq0pEOH_K_hat0KbLuYlkzZN7HTOXsdyvLDND01twFsQ/s320/7_The%20Oscar_Stephen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="243" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxLOp7pZTpaqmX0oPnbf96cL62ug2vTxCSaq7p4GLOoX5FBpVVIgZI_yn-x1i9sduWO9V1k-7xjQCgpdBUg-ZqN9xKwKxtwtZtfK0gMED-5xCkcR3BrgNrc11_0y9Ic4wV79HzlNEjCl-hAcq0pEOH_K_hat0KbLuYlkzZN7HTOXsdyvLDND01twFsQ/s1600/7_The%20Oscar_Stephen.jpg" width="243" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Stephen Boyd (above), however, was as manly looking as ever. Yum, yum, yum</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> Speaking of eating, one of his later appearances is as Count Dracula in the wonderfully terrible German movie, <b>Lady Dracula</b> (1977), featuring <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/222458402/evelyne-kraft-matthys">Evelyn Kraft</a> ([22 Sept 1951 – 13 Jan 2009] of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/the-mighty-peking-man-hong-kong-1977.html"><b>The Mighty Peking Man</b></a> [1977]) and hunkadelic <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/185148237/brad-harris">Brad Harris</a> ([16 Jul 1933 – 7 Nov 2017] of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/mutations-great-britain-1973.html">The Mutations</a></b> [1973]). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudPZrgYMXdLlFyt8B8kqnBj1UliDZ8VmgfanbMcnSZ9bVn_CwpgwDzP7LRo1e8HMXH1DP0GigrNxxYi5_hglmv2IYx0Ge6nCMBLcMKCjj5ayjrv19BDQp_kBZTljsi3uAS2_Z3PQk3hq5Wu2ZY2WLCofn9uj2hKs6PuKqyMu1KZf7s88HSrkLFmc1TA/s320/7_LadyDracula.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="228" data-original-width="320" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudPZrgYMXdLlFyt8B8kqnBj1UliDZ8VmgfanbMcnSZ9bVn_CwpgwDzP7LRo1e8HMXH1DP0GigrNxxYi5_hglmv2IYx0Ge6nCMBLcMKCjj5ayjrv19BDQp_kBZTljsi3uAS2_Z3PQk3hq5Wu2ZY2WLCofn9uj2hKs6PuKqyMu1KZf7s88HSrkLFmc1TA/s1600/7_LadyDracula.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Lady Dracula</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vsraw-Jzo5Q" width="320" youtube-src-id="vsraw-Jzo5Q"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Paradise, Hawaiian Style</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1966, dir. Michael D. Moore)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidba4MzYWtESh5iWQDRwRlFAlx_7vBv1DflJZR62pfQO2AOgWcI-G6h5jufNRVTCQ3YSl9QzXgZDmj0Euf0N7aat4ZfMMkygSKy_uS5Bs_LgkLKQOYq9atL2e2VWzGJrWuLeDvGhED0W1KJoEWo8lAqLGqiehlvR90ESeNonT4LtF1B8DF7LkptPC9HA/s558/8_poster-paradise-hawaiian-style-french.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidba4MzYWtESh5iWQDRwRlFAlx_7vBv1DflJZR62pfQO2AOgWcI-G6h5jufNRVTCQ3YSl9QzXgZDmj0Euf0N7aat4ZfMMkygSKy_uS5Bs_LgkLKQOYq9atL2e2VWzGJrWuLeDvGhED0W1KJoEWo8lAqLGqiehlvR90ESeNonT4LtF1B8DF7LkptPC9HA/s320/8_poster-paradise-hawaiian-style-french.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"<i>Last one out of the water is a papaya picker!</i>" </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>Rick Richards (Elvis Presley)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEymtLFZqszQtlhpo70mAFr-lwCWlIAdm83T5jfuEhsWAznpx43750x-oY_VMQyXr8gpLwKAGOt2YZRbxUSPnVonpw6AKKnFCRBZeYQrrGjN0-XgW63Xnq4DY7htrle9ik1KM9XaMFjsWVlEmYLpzGWBWVR1qLiVcf6EKrLNsrOlGUyFtq86ok5DmVRg/s772/8_Paradise.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="567" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEymtLFZqszQtlhpo70mAFr-lwCWlIAdm83T5jfuEhsWAznpx43750x-oY_VMQyXr8gpLwKAGOt2YZRbxUSPnVonpw6AKKnFCRBZeYQrrGjN0-XgW63Xnq4DY7htrle9ik1KM9XaMFjsWVlEmYLpzGWBWVR1qLiVcf6EKrLNsrOlGUyFtq86ok5DmVRg/s320/8_Paradise.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams appears somewhere, uncredited, as a dancer. That's her to the right in the publicity photo below.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10vwkrKYEtTyA_OUVJ7-feJfUqUv-mCgAyT2qaKeCC09MuNpYlFZAJ5lSa1C2Sd_kVnw0IKAJ0euTo1R6Jx_duAeIW3SVOTKgWyDqVCuZogvM1NODuPDImo_imlNNHakmHgvmh_o0IhelekZ6JV96ygp0S1tuMHWX0ZaAfVthctZJfbgGt4Uy4cv-_w/s645/8_Paradise_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10vwkrKYEtTyA_OUVJ7-feJfUqUv-mCgAyT2qaKeCC09MuNpYlFZAJ5lSa1C2Sd_kVnw0IKAJ0euTo1R6Jx_duAeIW3SVOTKgWyDqVCuZogvM1NODuPDImo_imlNNHakmHgvmh_o0IhelekZ6JV96ygp0S1tuMHWX0ZaAfVthctZJfbgGt4Uy4cv-_w/s320/8_Paradise_c.jpg" width="248" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The directorial debut of former child actor turned perennial second-unit director <a href="https://www.latimes.com/local/obituaries/la-me-micky-moore-20130311-story.html">Michael D. Moore</a> (14 Oct 1914 – 4 Mar 2013), <b>Paradise, Hawaiian Style</b> was both the last Hawaii-set Presley film and one of three Presley films released in 1966, the other two being <b>Frankie & Johnnie</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDPDKp_mMHs&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>) and <b>Spinout </b>(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uU7vS3XbpVU&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a> / see <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html"><b>Phyllis Davis</b></a>). </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Paradise, Hawaiian Style</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> didn't make a lot of money (it cost $2,000,000 to make and took in only $2,500,000 in the US) and its formulaic narrative was pretty much met by a critical yawn, but the combined power of all three movies made the King one of the biggest box office draws that year. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtuMlSoz5oiQMivwxgNMOSAqDI599Kwv5ZplunO40QS-hEJAT8zTLVZjUIryHl7qLs3otn20wqyy8a4YOds21y_Kg1fNtiUeTCY_IuxJN3e483eFq5S5rNGXXfg545u7r-i6zM-Zmr76SgplSNrlGLAvK6x3N6maLc7__qx3YldPbkup6bIJ-wlwg3A/s1000/8_Paradise_14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtuMlSoz5oiQMivwxgNMOSAqDI599Kwv5ZplunO40QS-hEJAT8zTLVZjUIryHl7qLs3otn20wqyy8a4YOds21y_Kg1fNtiUeTCY_IuxJN3e483eFq5S5rNGXXfg545u7r-i6zM-Zmr76SgplSNrlGLAvK6x3N6maLc7__qx3YldPbkup6bIJ-wlwg3A/s320/8_Paradise_14.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Paradise, Hawaiian Style</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gv-tn6nj_P4" width="320" youtube-src-id="gv-tn6nj_P4"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Moore's very limited list of solo directorial projects includes better movies, like the forgotten western<b> An Eye for an Eye</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=136NFgXZHw4&ab_channel=MarlonGare">full film</a>), the cheesily fun <b>Kill A Dragon</b> (1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f25zSUhsfF8&ab_channel=%D0%92%D0%B0%D0%B9%D0%BD%D0%B0%D1%85%D0%9B%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B0">trailer</a>), and the psychotronically terrible Blaxploitation disaster that is <b>Mr Deathman</b> (1977 / full film below), the VHS cover of which promises more than the film delivers. (Pam Grier, anyone?) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXFWk9_8wOTK3MOPPTReIB_tJ1M9qHJKydqfuss9fMNh65FUREClfWomBosh0SZDSCndRZRkBA02EbMHLF1x2kcYAtZAvxTPdJWM1NqzYTn4kT37pDDQuZAZihv78T8B85-pOV4DqB8J0VDxzErUS_NlWVcRIg4vS4YvoiyQUoFd7IJXmcToQVKdE2A/s832/8_Paradise_Eddy_DeathmanV1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="832" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXFWk9_8wOTK3MOPPTReIB_tJ1M9qHJKydqfuss9fMNh65FUREClfWomBosh0SZDSCndRZRkBA02EbMHLF1x2kcYAtZAvxTPdJWM1NqzYTn4kT37pDDQuZAZihv78T8B85-pOV4DqB8J0VDxzErUS_NlWVcRIg4vS4YvoiyQUoFd7IJXmcToQVKdE2A/s320/8_Paradise_Eddy_DeathmanV1_.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Mr Deathman</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JUmcleygaA8" width="320" youtube-src-id="JUmcleygaA8"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">But to return to <b>Paradise, Hawaiian Style</b>. The plot? Well: "Having been sacked as a pilot from the major airlines for his women-chasing antics, Rick Richards (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/837/elvis-presley">Elvis Presley</a>) returns to Hawaii and hooks up with his old friend Danny Kohana (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/133498190/james-saburo-shigeta">James Shigeta</a> [17 Jun 1929 – 28 Jul 2014]), a helicopter pilot who charters flights across the islands. Having talked Danny into allowing him to join the business, Rick sets about flying around each of the resorts hooking up with old girlfriends whilst trying to drum up business. But after nearly crashing a helicopter whilst transporting dogs and then becoming stranded on a beach with Danny's daughter Jan (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187919365/donna-butterworth">Donna Butterworth</a>) it seems that Rick's career as a charter pilot will be short lived." <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xEeSGPbPH6Vix6jX72uXUum9BDCGbsk8mh5b09liJbC96Lcpb71xzLLq0iMTl6TcsIZ1Dmh6wuzWdwOeM8YsPrKAp8-bN6cN3-sOp4j2c7Kontu-cS2eTMCt96HulflOttp5P-BXJXnRO2MuxlIaW3mp2i0VY-thUULsnnIfr4fa4FotH6wJCLiCVg/s421/0_PHS_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xEeSGPbPH6Vix6jX72uXUum9BDCGbsk8mh5b09liJbC96Lcpb71xzLLq0iMTl6TcsIZ1Dmh6wuzWdwOeM8YsPrKAp8-bN6cN3-sOp4j2c7Kontu-cS2eTMCt96HulflOttp5P-BXJXnRO2MuxlIaW3mp2i0VY-thUULsnnIfr4fa4FotH6wJCLiCVg/s320/0_PHS_1.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>But, of course: Rick saves his career and gets the main girl, Judy (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/185859553/suzanna-leigh">Suzanna Leigh</a> [26 Jul 1974 – 11 Dec 2017]). Suzanne Leigh made more-interesting films, like <b>The Deadly Bees</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF02gag-4ZE&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers">trailer</a>), <b>Deadlier than Male</b> (1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1qJfheADuQ&ab_channel=TrailerWorld">trailer</a>), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/08/jimmy-sangster-2-december-1927-19.html">Jimmy Sangster</a></b>'s <b>Lust for a Vampire</b> (1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMMaq2vrTqI&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>), and the ridiculous WTF known as <b>Son of Dracula</b> (1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfkHN_QxNcw&ab_channel=RoachGoatskin">full film</a>), while James Shigeta can be found in the cheesy but fun <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/space-marines-usa-1996.html">Space Marines</a></b> (1996). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7q55O4klfG9McntQOJg1U4M3j7urelvj2HB2KR2owxkSy4XWeiq5yiI7XA2Dc3W7mFoiwVp0FPxQAGBaVxxJNpYwFZoBhZ03kvvG1YSBdF4ZLYgPRLLSwipan5wB0YPfNFR3b-I4uWuYipRmdmYW32c1p9AZODMAEzQu2f-v5MaUddJz3bB5a9zJvFg/s692/8_Paradise_herald1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7q55O4klfG9McntQOJg1U4M3j7urelvj2HB2KR2owxkSy4XWeiq5yiI7XA2Dc3W7mFoiwVp0FPxQAGBaVxxJNpYwFZoBhZ03kvvG1YSBdF4ZLYgPRLLSwipan5wB0YPfNFR3b-I4uWuYipRmdmYW32c1p9AZODMAEzQu2f-v5MaUddJz3bB5a9zJvFg/s320/8_Paradise_herald1.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"With a minimal plot and second-rate songs, director Michael D Moore's 1965 musical is one of the King's all-time worst efforts. The lust for life of his earlier features is simply no longer there, and this dull and inconsequential trifle is best avoided except by die-hard Presley fans. [<a href="http://www.derekwinnert.com/paradise-hawaiian-style-1966-elvis-presley-suzanna-leigh-james-shigeta-classic-movie-review-6854/"><i>Derek Winnert</i></a>]" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qXg5F_4n_1-5SIGG_FE71FKPNL-h8JBDFNYrjp4mXLplszPRQVN05yBjq-iBoudyvLoh8YT8T-UCc-nH1O0_UbW7VRqBOs_1FilXik3A05MDLd0lM8O2EpP51vXCz5oRF2ChoVQ9t2iYHsAnz4D-hn475Nsk88_Qhsu8AQFjjj9tq_T1hjj-o4hFPQ/s767/8_Paradise_midi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qXg5F_4n_1-5SIGG_FE71FKPNL-h8JBDFNYrjp4mXLplszPRQVN05yBjq-iBoudyvLoh8YT8T-UCc-nH1O0_UbW7VRqBOs_1FilXik3A05MDLd0lM8O2EpP51vXCz5oRF2ChoVQ9t2iYHsAnz4D-hn475Nsk88_Qhsu8AQFjjj9tq_T1hjj-o4hFPQ/s320/8_Paradise_midi.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Bare-booby trivia: seen in the movie but uncredited and never naked, <i>Playboy</i>'s first centerfold of Asian descent <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/China_Lee">China Lee</a> (Aug 1964 issue). That's her below; her real name is Margaret, but according to <i>Playboy </i>her "name" should be pronounced "Chee-na" (like Tina). Lee Also uncredited and never naked in the movie is Ann Morrell, who shows boobage and dies in the great disasterpiece, <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/11/dracula-vs-frankenstein-usa-1970.html">Dracula vs Frankenstein</a></b> (1971).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkteZnd0poT-6E-3ZOJF1IeVm6jGpFwtLZiIy5j-zd65M0kuB9Bj5zZePzwhCHAli-WhnQRhCNS7i2fQ9E6S5X5sBiJmHsTeM3-k5c8mFxAgHCsm2Vy7Vnd6N8zjaSyEesZOfLqEuAqDVKvuBFV95cY4bZWuMTs1RdyTXmOLD6Mr6ftp06rlRmCU9Ww/s1728/8_Paradise_China%20Lee.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="792" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkteZnd0poT-6E-3ZOJF1IeVm6jGpFwtLZiIy5j-zd65M0kuB9Bj5zZePzwhCHAli-WhnQRhCNS7i2fQ9E6S5X5sBiJmHsTeM3-k5c8mFxAgHCsm2Vy7Vnd6N8zjaSyEesZOfLqEuAqDVKvuBFV95cY4bZWuMTs1RdyTXmOLD6Mr6ftp06rlRmCU9Ww/s320/8_Paradise_China%20Lee.jpg" width="147" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Oh, yes — lest we forget: the music. "The soundtrack LP only ran 22 minutes in total and [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] no soundtrack song was considered worthy of being a single [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">]. Elvis' faithful fans still bought this (dog of an) album getting the <b>Paradise, Hawaiian Style</b> soundtrack LP to #15. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] At the time Elvis said that he was ill and did not turn up for the planned soundtrack sessions. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] Since Elvis doesn't make the recording session, time is saved by getting Elvis to record vocal overdubs later. This means that there can be no band interaction nor any interesting musical development on the outtakes since Elvis just sang over prerecorded backing tapes. [<i><a href="https://www.elvisinfonet.com/paradisehawaii.html">Elvis Information Network</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tRqfHzHxXaUIcF3e8rdwoZlnsoyJSvqjQgSsKmdSF2HEYyyRuOytOii7BqW8u1XQaonaocBmn8WvO-N3nHK376ymRrKbQ6GaetD4sMCM35gEbRYAFc3Y27_miV1p16L_L4M1My_wBvKJcBNvqwNyyvqCwA_aqemyRdXTXm1I4UKC4Y1edlK8SOGKcQ/s500/0_PHS_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="500" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tRqfHzHxXaUIcF3e8rdwoZlnsoyJSvqjQgSsKmdSF2HEYyyRuOytOii7BqW8u1XQaonaocBmn8WvO-N3nHK376ymRrKbQ6GaetD4sMCM35gEbRYAFc3Y27_miV1p16L_L4M1My_wBvKJcBNvqwNyyvqCwA_aqemyRdXTXm1I4UKC4Y1edlK8SOGKcQ/s320/0_PHS_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>From the film —</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Queenis Wahine's Papaya</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/u1Si6oav3XQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="u1Si6oav3XQ"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Last of the Secret Agents?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1966, dir. Norman Abbott)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EKQ7lnBDz4kjSm80_hrYzPWr8VpdHCaon0pzpRQhVbt4ivX2VBlviqxjzXD_M_khyphenhyphen1hY89Bu5G9ukyuXWuPrj6-hI4ruANbGWCVIffp40j8HRk0j5_BUNNYXuOJG5hrEgYYO8zAk1sTRcAYATWx8xsDbBwOxnGtOkU1tIy6FZQIQyjk5tLfOoGshtg/s806/9_LastOfTheSecretAgenets_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EKQ7lnBDz4kjSm80_hrYzPWr8VpdHCaon0pzpRQhVbt4ivX2VBlviqxjzXD_M_khyphenhyphen1hY89Bu5G9ukyuXWuPrj6-hI4ruANbGWCVIffp40j8HRk0j5_BUNNYXuOJG5hrEgYYO8zAk1sTRcAYATWx8xsDbBwOxnGtOkU1tIy6FZQIQyjk5tLfOoGshtg/s320/9_LastOfTheSecretAgenets_1.jpg" width="238" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams appears in this comedy playing "Edy". <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis Davis</a></b> also appears in the movie somewhere as uncredited background filler, credited at the <i>imdb </i>as "Beautiful Girl", which is why looked at it a few months ago. You see both Edy and Phyllis in the "Gad-Zooks" panel of the lobby card below. You also see them both, if but for a few seconds each, in the trailer below. (Of the two, Edy has more trailer time, as she is seen twice, but Phyllis shows more skin.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVS6ibsLeZoAzSLg9nz15wMDB8AcGuArQPrcaCvtcrB-94Kp5dhgzT8ZfuG6XQKQCNEE2M77RSMiY8EgeM02jIpuFVEKNBCRhkzOezveoEE8ZAguZrI9EZM0yBSLGYXfJW-plOy2E_3hJVzHEVloKP4vZObGjrofw2rvs0U-1g1vm_NoKq9eUA02e-Hg/s769/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="769" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVS6ibsLeZoAzSLg9nz15wMDB8AcGuArQPrcaCvtcrB-94Kp5dhgzT8ZfuG6XQKQCNEE2M77RSMiY8EgeM02jIpuFVEKNBCRhkzOezveoEE8ZAguZrI9EZM0yBSLGYXfJW-plOy2E_3hJVzHEVloKP4vZObGjrofw2rvs0U-1g1vm_NoKq9eUA02e-Hg/s320/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_6.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i><a href="https://trailersfromhell.com/">Trailers from Hell</a></i> on</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Last of the Secret Agents?</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_GfTHfdyriE" width="320" youtube-src-id="_GfTHfdyriE"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Back when we looked at it because of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html">Phyllis</a>, we more or less wrote: <b>The Last of the Secret Agents?</b>, the only feature film ever directed by TV comedy "specialist" <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/166870970/norman-abbott">Norman Abbott</a> (11 Jul 1922 – 9 Jul 2016), was meant to bang-start the film career of its two lead actors, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187298049/marty-allen">Marty Allen</a> (23 Mar 1922 – 12 Feb 2018) and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/131729238/steve-rossi">Steve Rossi</a> ([25 May 1932 – 22 Jun 2014] of <b>The Man from O.R.G.Y</b>. [1970 / <a href="https://es.xhamster.com/videos/the-man-from-o-r-g-y-1970-xhZ8BUL">full film</a> at a NSFW website]).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5B7Cvdr5C21uipdElmRvu4GCR63JH9lNBSzfUdl75sVNKiDENUdUzQFTqJ91xa47aw-SifTsQ3iKhWhkuaFs_nZ_dPI8i_cr1F0za5NvZLxXnXRB-m-fyAKv7OiIy1NeoPun8OOB-VQTqGf_GXiqANoHycvPvHs4i7E89qSds00UU2ruyMPf0BaSHg/s500/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_8a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="342" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5B7Cvdr5C21uipdElmRvu4GCR63JH9lNBSzfUdl75sVNKiDENUdUzQFTqJ91xa47aw-SifTsQ3iKhWhkuaFs_nZ_dPI8i_cr1F0za5NvZLxXnXRB-m-fyAKv7OiIy1NeoPun8OOB-VQTqGf_GXiqANoHycvPvHs4i7E89qSds00UU2ruyMPf0BaSHg/s320/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_8a.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">And who were Allen & Rossi? Well: "Allen & Rossi were a popular comedy team in their nightclub and television appearances, notably on <b>The Ed Sullivan Show</b>. Paramount Pictures had highly successful comedy teams of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby in the 1940s and Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis in the 1950s and no doubt wished to recreate their success with the duo's screen debut in the film. (This proved not to be the case, and no sequels were produced for the film, although the duo did appear in the 1974 film <b>Allen and Rossi Meet Dracula and Frankenstein</b>.<b>*</b>) [<i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_of_the_Secret_Agents%3F">Wikipedia</a> </i>@ 20.07.23]" </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>*</b> The vagaries of internet "facts": while the movie was discussed as a project, <b>Allen and Rossi Meet Dracula and Frankenstein </b>was <i>never </i>made, <i>never </i>released — and <i>never </i>existed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYWNTg6mMaPxWmYX35Y0A-wUyzi0rnkC8u5_X3LHEbdcBSDUni6EFzcUBoUq0Wlg8GwjlV6CfKs8SjbRsr5TgESK0WXx4zpPIrqc-_nzZfc0kr2GFT0VQCB6UQ1OYBt0VPgUyoVZff4zLSYy6ym8cqT2Im19IjpZA_Ml2NDEPbOHbOrD-rGnoU7RSPw/s1600/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_Nancy2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="1600" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYWNTg6mMaPxWmYX35Y0A-wUyzi0rnkC8u5_X3LHEbdcBSDUni6EFzcUBoUq0Wlg8GwjlV6CfKs8SjbRsr5TgESK0WXx4zpPIrqc-_nzZfc0kr2GFT0VQCB6UQ1OYBt0VPgUyoVZff4zLSYy6ym8cqT2Im19IjpZA_Ml2NDEPbOHbOrD-rGnoU7RSPw/s320/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_Nancy2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The trailer looks stupid enough to make the film seem watchable, as does the presence of a then small-fry daughter of a famous singer, Nancy Sinatra. She had not yet had her career-making classic hit song, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbAM2HGGCVY"><i>These Boots Are Made for Walking</i></a> — it hit the airwaves while the film was in post-production. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/50140097/barton-lee-hazlewood">Lee Hazlewood</a> (9 Jul 1929 – 4 Aug 2007) wrote a not-too-shabby James Bond-like song for <b>The Last of the Secret Agents?</b>, which ended up being reused in 1997 for the Bill Murray vehicle, <b>The Man Who Knew Too Little</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YAhpfcdx0U&ab_channel=WarnerBros.">trailer</a>). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VtzGOG1QHACaKoKTjdYwe6KCT4jcWrSLkPurv3on7BnqYuPf-P-1rvlPZ4SFC5HOVrK-vWowgeOv2bHKhfDIZsWjvZFpwA9qKfsshTNEYbiKygh-bfJQsb_op05_7xnqhyHSktIdTX-Xw0n4ZB01PGLB3HVLIB8ArY1SZwUv6ZJmLaBLbcsj_roZ2A/s1024/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_Nancy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="1024" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VtzGOG1QHACaKoKTjdYwe6KCT4jcWrSLkPurv3on7BnqYuPf-P-1rvlPZ4SFC5HOVrK-vWowgeOv2bHKhfDIZsWjvZFpwA9qKfsshTNEYbiKygh-bfJQsb_op05_7xnqhyHSktIdTX-Xw0n4ZB01PGLB3HVLIB8ArY1SZwUv6ZJmLaBLbcsj_roZ2A/s320/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_Nancy.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Nancy sings</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Man Who Knew Too Little</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MC5pAzk149k" width="320" youtube-src-id="MC5pAzk149k"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The plot involves Marty Allen and Steve Rossi as two American ex-pats looking for work in Europe. They soon discover that they've been unwillingly used as couriers for art thieves who are part of an evil organization known as THEM. They get recruited by the GGI (Good Guys Inc.) and help concoct a plan to put an end to the criminal activities of THEM. Naturally lots of chase scenes and fights take place in the process. Like any good spy film there are plenty of beautiful women that help and hinder the two stars. <b>Last of the Secret Agents?</b> also contains a musical number performed by Steve Rossi and it ends with an appearance of Allen & Rossi on <b>The Ed Sullivan Show</b>. [<i><a href="https://cinebeats.wordpress.com/2007/12/02/last-of-the-secret-agents-1966/">Cinebeats</a></i>]" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb8LFHQqsDFMzNLwS6fz0pm0X2rCHeEv0OIah7kgtdxU-erMr5zJB5O6b2rxP9Tu6L7oPU-u7E1MoBK2G5Z1QUUmhLvi0Pv8DZpQXX4drQWh2MP7pThNgTalBhhbWDtDqD4llqOn-W3oxPbwB1v7cDk_Ou5z4lpWD6MU02Nc3tWWF0AANL7DtS4RMZw/s4224/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4224" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb8LFHQqsDFMzNLwS6fz0pm0X2rCHeEv0OIah7kgtdxU-erMr5zJB5O6b2rxP9Tu6L7oPU-u7E1MoBK2G5Z1QUUmhLvi0Pv8DZpQXX4drQWh2MP7pThNgTalBhhbWDtDqD4llqOn-W3oxPbwB1v7cDk_Ou5z4lpWD6MU02Nc3tWWF0AANL7DtS4RMZw/s320/9_LastOfTheSecretAgents_V1_.jpg" width="152" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The <i>NY Times</i> doesn't notice Nancy in their review, which claims "The film's only bright note is the burlesque performance by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6597243/theodore-carroll-marcuse">Theo Marcuse</a> as the head of the gang. He owns the arms of the Venus de Milo and, in a climactic caper, aims to obtain the rest of her. Neither the script, the director nor Mr. Allen and Mr. Rossi display the kind of mad comic invention, which can sometimes run smoothly. Not even the kids will get a ride out of this one. [<i><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/1966/06/23/archives/allenrossi-picture.html">NY Times</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZHmwvU4dPNn5agt9gGZkbD6Ci70SUfzPshU3WkHGL07TUtqpfboHqt5Y3y2LXl2ps1dQ_kfld5AZp3nXLjcXnNoVvmfNAp1mC8BYOV3F9P5hu164YmRzDfUIFwe6Q6fdYPNdWbx4QW7Qawvfb1rFReuupNDh98yosiHB3FJoF9T5DvUcaVeIiqVMnA/s455/9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZHmwvU4dPNn5agt9gGZkbD6Ci70SUfzPshU3WkHGL07TUtqpfboHqt5Y3y2LXl2ps1dQ_kfld5AZp3nXLjcXnNoVvmfNAp1mC8BYOV3F9P5hu164YmRzDfUIFwe6Q6fdYPNdWbx4QW7Qawvfb1rFReuupNDh98yosiHB3FJoF9T5DvUcaVeIiqVMnA/s320/9.jpg" width="211" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"The movie is stolen by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/27185449/harvey-korman">Harvey Korman</a>, who, in one scene, displays the focus and timing that the rest of the movie lacks. Outside of his scene, the best moments involve a film being shown to the two new agents showing their probable fate if they don't join the agency (good use of stock footage here), and a scene in a topless dance club where, through the magic of careful camera placement, you manage to avoid seeing anything. [<a href="https://fantasticmoviemusings.com/2017/08/12/the-last-of-the-secret-agents-1966/"><i>Fantastic Movie Musings and Ramblings</i></a>]" </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Nevada Smith</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1966, dir. Henry Hathaway)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQ0doyW7PoK-CNKV1NLZ54a_4ez95X2d5feUDsF5nyMiIdwLeWuk5huL_miuZjXJTGGx1jMO5RTviC3LJQAnQ7h2TC1PA-uMmqLOwtmRjDD1WnZxZN_klTLNdr-Rp6TRD3Qs_WeaHAYpB2r4WmJvEKY2yahNB0US9IssNglzaNE2ZV3hrXj-2aX_ZUw/s1200/10_Nevada_Smith-600717038-large.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="678" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQ0doyW7PoK-CNKV1NLZ54a_4ez95X2d5feUDsF5nyMiIdwLeWuk5huL_miuZjXJTGGx1jMO5RTviC3LJQAnQ7h2TC1PA-uMmqLOwtmRjDD1WnZxZN_klTLNdr-Rp6TRD3Qs_WeaHAYpB2r4WmJvEKY2yahNB0US9IssNglzaNE2ZV3hrXj-2aX_ZUw/s320/10_Nevada_Smith-600717038-large.jpg" width="181" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The poster above to the German release of the movie is by the great German poster by <a href="https://www.filmposter-archiv.de/kinoplakat-grafiker.php?id=13">Lutz Peltzer</a> (1925-2003), who made well over 800 film posters during his life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSm7rDn57wtIW-OYEkG4iHlqMo1owwrclbMeowU2sr95GBsGy2zyINXgjK8UCCzGJ7JNNetrmKyQiPBKDxlw_-aOKlTz8nKp4kKtL9ncCPZATj5yK_oLb3kqMZoIlFr_PfWn1EbMj4PAaipTCcnxJiW2G2MmlAbPPh9BtaGDgPY7UbHfO2QPBGZlchg/s400/10_NevadaSmith_Steve.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="266" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSm7rDn57wtIW-OYEkG4iHlqMo1owwrclbMeowU2sr95GBsGy2zyINXgjK8UCCzGJ7JNNetrmKyQiPBKDxlw_-aOKlTz8nKp4kKtL9ncCPZATj5yK_oLb3kqMZoIlFr_PfWn1EbMj4PAaipTCcnxJiW2G2MmlAbPPh9BtaGDgPY7UbHfO2QPBGZlchg/s320/10_NevadaSmith_Steve.jpg" width="213" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1318/steve-mcqueen">Steve McQueen</a> (24 Mar 1930 – 7 Nov 1980), above not from the film, the star of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/blob-usa-1958.html">The Blob</a></b> (1958), 36 years old in real life in 1966, plays a character that should, technically speaking, be about 16 years old. (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/106086901/gene-evans">Gene Evens</a>, the guy [briefly] playing his father in the film, was only eight years older than Steve.) McQueen's character is also supposed to be half-Indian — his obviously much-too-young-to-be-his-mother Native American mommy is played by an uncredited Isabel Boniface (below from the film). Well, at least he didn't do brown face.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQPITT3i6kDpVejDEFZj5nP71oxRIcbbRejm0e4GvyqfISZ3BEMPdSbbS8DPRApRlZprpLmMzuGUFjcpYm3XHopMbfRzJa3kBYB4gW1-dAEtmrc7_Pa83rZ3J21kub465Vd9-RXk4Dul8QglmciAtglP-0oXcHsdQ3dJI_VDU4hoS4jsDqcvCHa-3lA/s1240/10_NevadaSmith_Isabel%20Boniface.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="1240" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQPITT3i6kDpVejDEFZj5nP71oxRIcbbRejm0e4GvyqfISZ3BEMPdSbbS8DPRApRlZprpLmMzuGUFjcpYm3XHopMbfRzJa3kBYB4gW1-dAEtmrc7_Pa83rZ3J21kub465Vd9-RXk4Dul8QglmciAtglP-0oXcHsdQ3dJI_VDU4hoS4jsDqcvCHa-3lA/s320/10_NevadaSmith_Isabel%20Boniface.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Speaking of brown, that's a brown-haired Loni Anderson in an uncredited one-line part as a dance hall girl, which is one line more than Edy Williams had, who appears uncredited somewhere in the background of some saloon scene and says nothing. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qPe_DknPqVGPupfbMk_R1MgmUyqW3kigaUIQHqOgHU_ewNVWsn_xBx9CSBHsXryMaNSvQb18j8I2VBt5WqlZliX4E5ps8SvdQQ9OOudtz8FSnQ3qpBZIXHBwxjUc2H7jKERSce62JKserh_MxVajFri9JhoXwI342jXL0owLFzSy7d-lVMUrSO_aJw/s2309/10_nevada_smith_1966.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2309" data-original-width="1686" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qPe_DknPqVGPupfbMk_R1MgmUyqW3kigaUIQHqOgHU_ewNVWsn_xBx9CSBHsXryMaNSvQb18j8I2VBt5WqlZliX4E5ps8SvdQQ9OOudtz8FSnQ3qpBZIXHBwxjUc2H7jKERSce62JKserh_MxVajFri9JhoXwI342jXL0owLFzSy7d-lVMUrSO_aJw/s320/10_nevada_smith_1966.webp" width="234" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Nevada Smith</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Or-4aw41PkM" width="320" youtube-src-id="Or-4aw41PkM"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Nevada Smith</b> is a prequel to the 1964 movie <b>The Carpetbaggers</b> (trailer below), which was based on the <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/3225/harold-robbins">Harold Robbins</a> novel of the same name; other than two characters from the original film, Nevada Smith (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/595/alan-ladd">Alan Ladd</a> in 1964, Steve McQueen in 1966) and Jonas Cord (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1158/george-peppard">George Peppard</a> in 1964, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/4988/brian-keith">Brian Keith</a> in 1966), the films had little to do with each other.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwkxOYSzycolv-i0RwD4ATsVN1cYF-e21RLoIDFH5mJjN0yocFtHFWSud_NI51BNsIlBDZ-E4lkayCK8AtWqa2Z76yiwbhkuhFxC5JJC8AbnprSAIdy4QKIXmeoEVFL3XYTFEYG4yw12LzBB64BTm4PAel8ShZkFxaNSDz2WahU9bfCqiRc2Ec8Q1bg/s755/10_nevada_smith.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwkxOYSzycolv-i0RwD4ATsVN1cYF-e21RLoIDFH5mJjN0yocFtHFWSud_NI51BNsIlBDZ-E4lkayCK8AtWqa2Z76yiwbhkuhFxC5JJC8AbnprSAIdy4QKIXmeoEVFL3XYTFEYG4yw12LzBB64BTm4PAel8ShZkFxaNSDz2WahU9bfCqiRc2Ec8Q1bg/s320/10_nevada_smith.jpg" width="214" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Nevada and Jonas surfaced again in 1975, now played by Cliff Potts and Lorne Greene, respectively, in a TV movie likewise entitled <b>Nevada Smith</b>. One of the last directorial projects of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/18336/gordon-douglas">Gordon Douglas</a> (15 Dec 1907 – 29 Sept 1993), it was meant to kick off a TV series that never kicked off. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3PmjNyYSqG6dY_SEaaQr35-sQ1ZgYkAksZ1-nU4RjvaAbjpgIKIbpih1ZnKgOLn3it0S3sm6w3UWsZ3TmcZcvUoxzpj1SMVvVuTW04dFMHEY-L7D_kPyg7oASoaqa0vU4Ak1GihcuV7CvHueZJ5fctd12GSZCltAYqEcrqp5zjt5Mg5Y3SGKGgVfzw/s784/10_the-carpetbaggers-movie-poster-1964-1020377355.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3PmjNyYSqG6dY_SEaaQr35-sQ1ZgYkAksZ1-nU4RjvaAbjpgIKIbpih1ZnKgOLn3it0S3sm6w3UWsZ3TmcZcvUoxzpj1SMVvVuTW04dFMHEY-L7D_kPyg7oASoaqa0vU4Ak1GihcuV7CvHueZJ5fctd12GSZCltAYqEcrqp5zjt5Mg5Y3SGKGgVfzw/s320/10_the-carpetbaggers-movie-poster-1964-1020377355.jpg" width="237" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Carpetbaggers</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wZQYht6ND5w" width="320" youtube-src-id="wZQYht6ND5w"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot to <b>Nevada Smith</b>, from the <a href="https://aficatalog.afi.com/"><i>AFI Catalog</i></a>: "Max Sand (McQueen) is a young halfbreed living in the mountain and desert West of the 1890s. One day three gunslingers torture and kill his parents. Swearing an oath of vengeance, Max makes a funeral pyre out of the family shack and sets out to track down the killers. He is befriended by Jonas Cord (Brian Keith), a traveling gunsmith and ammunition maker, who tries to dissuade him from his mission but, failing that, teaches him how to defend himself with a gun. Searching town after town, Max eventually finds one of his parents' murderers, Jesse Coe (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/181418549/martin-landau">Martin Landau</a>), and kills him in a brutal knife fight. After his own wounds have been cared for by Neesa (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9466/janet-margolin">Janet Margolin</a>), a Kiowa girl, Max heads for Louisiana, where a second killer is serving a prison sentence. Max stages a fake holdup, is thrown into jail, feigns friendship with the man, Bill Bowdre (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5555/arthur-kennedy">Arthur Kennedy</a> [17 Feb 1914 – 5 Jan 1990] of <b>Let Sleeping Corpses Lie</b> a.k.a. <b>The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue</b> [1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgzP0bLiXS0&ab_channel=ripherhole">trailer</a>], <b>The Antichrist</b> [1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeYr6YuqvDY&ab_channel=AussieRoadshow">trailer</a>], <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2018/03/rip-umberto-lenzi-part-iv-1976-82.html"><b>Umberto Lenzi</b></a>'s <b>The Tough Ones</b> [1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx5SeXEnQaY&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>] & more), and joins him in an escape. Aided by an amorous Cajun girl (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/24059629/suzanne-pleshette">Suzanne Pleshette</a>), the two men make their way through the swamps. As they reach freedom, Max reveals his true identity and guns down Bowdre; the girl also dies from a snakebite. Five years have passed since Max began his vendetta, and he has changed from a naive cowhand into a hardened criminal. Finally, Max finds the last man, Tom Fitch (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/38952159/karl-malden">Karl Malden</a> [22 Mar 192 – 1 Jul 2009] of <b>Phantom of the Rue Morgue</b> [1954 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kDaqUU4CA0&ab_channel=World3DFilmExpo">trailer</a>] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/11/rip-ken-russell.html?zx=46adcb1968fc4881">Ken Russell</a></b>'s <b>Billion Dollar Brain</b> [1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQ8dBx-ywlI&pp=ygUcRG9sbGFyIEJyYWluIFsxOTY3IC8gdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers">trailer</a>]. In the showdown, Max shoots his opponent in both legs but is unable to kill him. He throws away his guns and rides off to ask Jonas Cord for a job; calling himself Nevada Smith, he hopes to make a new life for himself."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFovI2xb1vzgFdGmEaMIL-OUslylcuOj8cyGA-K0GvdxIpTHF2HDnpK9A14xF-YBYWvquZblchDZRtKcqUoZe0xdsNS-3hMnzYBGInJFpZ3dAFSUWE_TwM54zNbFnOfeMrgJjwBIu7tW18tHQbEyH2fNveIsnppT65gqQ7bkpWeVUHDGPqIkf62FCZtg/s582/10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="391" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFovI2xb1vzgFdGmEaMIL-OUslylcuOj8cyGA-K0GvdxIpTHF2HDnpK9A14xF-YBYWvquZblchDZRtKcqUoZe0xdsNS-3hMnzYBGInJFpZ3dAFSUWE_TwM54zNbFnOfeMrgJjwBIu7tW18tHQbEyH2fNveIsnppT65gqQ7bkpWeVUHDGPqIkf62FCZtg/s320/10.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The Pad (and How to Use It)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>(1966, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/134629375/brian-geoffrey-hutton">Brian G. Hutton</a>)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgXE98leTOaK0X8kHYaEscPLH0cY0H3FNWGUN5A9l-R2LQ6zSudCXmQZf6Pbg2baH4u-2yXvUSsRChRXy9zu7GTZnxOT4jrUSRuxq2ex4pOJviYkpmKcjw_8PAA9bVxecBIIA47IfFXTspI8N0PFSVGmRKE6iqmqpsBs_bC5dHNGnj5O3v0eOFp-zlw/s440/11_ThePad_1966.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="194" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgXE98leTOaK0X8kHYaEscPLH0cY0H3FNWGUN5A9l-R2LQ6zSudCXmQZf6Pbg2baH4u-2yXvUSsRChRXy9zu7GTZnxOT4jrUSRuxq2ex4pOJviYkpmKcjw_8PAA9bVxecBIIA47IfFXTspI8N0PFSVGmRKE6iqmqpsBs_bC5dHNGnj5O3v0eOFp-zlw/s320/11_ThePad_1966.jpg" width="141" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">We already took a quick look at this movie back in 2012, in <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/01/rip-james-farentino.html"><b>R.I.P. James Farentino</b></a>, where scribbled: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKjkJANIvNhqyuVe3tQF9_ais2jvU-wtkvgHdIPL4piXpSqoE2nlJm28ikUsKOAYa5K0JUVWW9VeRdJIeZHr3THUCBVzhMNsyCfFO2EjUuizqPILNqtuQ6p08iBHBEV8rvSfMM7XpcfhRr1DcMnJaFfDVUnrZAf8kTz60qyHiNDtludNbFNik25aiAw/s1365/11_ThePad_l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1365" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKjkJANIvNhqyuVe3tQF9_ais2jvU-wtkvgHdIPL4piXpSqoE2nlJm28ikUsKOAYa5K0JUVWW9VeRdJIeZHr3THUCBVzhMNsyCfFO2EjUuizqPILNqtuQ6p08iBHBEV8rvSfMM7XpcfhRr1DcMnJaFfDVUnrZAf8kTz60qyHiNDtludNbFNik25aiAw/s320/11_ThePad_l1600.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"[</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] James Farentino is one of the three headlining [then] unknowns in this (for the most part) comedy based on the one-act play of the same name by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/164018629/peter-shaffer">Peter Shaffer</a> (15 May 1926 – 6 June 2016). A young and totally hot Edy Williams also has a small part </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">[as "Latavia"] </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">in this film, the second of director Brian G. Hutton, who went on to do a variety of way more interesting films, including the classics <b>Where Eagles Dare</b> (1968 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK3kVJ0bERc">trailer</a>) and<b> Kelly's Heroes </b>(1970 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beAQVm1j56w">trailer</a>), and the less well known <b>X, Y and Zee</b> (1972 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJXvyXzgyVU">trailer</a>).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MwwUcXFj4I4V1awmG9MyIP20paUWp1UltBFiD_l7oQnZDc23_tM-9hVDJ7g0_2xU1dgRX4YugEVl2vu5biNzWKfuDOIt596fSSuC11pIKZIG5AoLyxhVN5T056H90oPTejnbn6Ce10FzcGbbeczH-QqbtTnFCCao0hVfwlLV9Lv4dRw-V8GJdLSUWA/s420/11_ThePad_l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MwwUcXFj4I4V1awmG9MyIP20paUWp1UltBFiD_l7oQnZDc23_tM-9hVDJ7g0_2xU1dgRX4YugEVl2vu5biNzWKfuDOIt596fSSuC11pIKZIG5AoLyxhVN5T056H90oPTejnbn6Ce10FzcGbbeczH-QqbtTnFCCao0hVfwlLV9Lv4dRw-V8GJdLSUWA/s320/11_ThePad_l.jpg" width="229" /></a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Farentino is Ted, the Casanova of two guys who share a walk-up. His roommate, Bob (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/157044378/brian-bedford">Brian Bedford</a>), a lonely and socially inept classical music fan who meets the girl of his dreams, Doreen (Julie Sommars) at a classical concert. The two have less in common than he would like to believe, and Ted woos her away because, basically, he can." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0DUsHIZ_TE9Bx-nBqM-Sm7O_Z-9OYjWe_UoCbM_H5AZKETZtNHtWe_zpi4BjnYPstkT3wgUvAlcwoxl0HcaUM9ji-cu37T2Sf3icQG4Ki1otTRc61OmN5EDIRYwUMQXZlJgQfmANHgFC12hgZ-9R0H_zk3hNcKwFfp9x5RaroTOIUj29RccY9dKWXg/s900/11_ThePad_G.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0DUsHIZ_TE9Bx-nBqM-Sm7O_Z-9OYjWe_UoCbM_H5AZKETZtNHtWe_zpi4BjnYPstkT3wgUvAlcwoxl0HcaUM9ji-cu37T2Sf3icQG4Ki1otTRc61OmN5EDIRYwUMQXZlJgQfmANHgFC12hgZ-9R0H_zk3hNcKwFfp9x5RaroTOIUj29RccY9dKWXg/s320/11_ThePad_G.jpg" width="213" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Farentino & Edy Williams at the Whiskey in</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Pad (and How to Use It)</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hVc4q8iPvTo" width="320" youtube-src-id="hVc4q8iPvTo"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">To the above, we might add the following trivia: "Peter Shaffer's one-act play <b>The Private Ear</b>, on which <b>The Pad</b> is based, opened onstage with <b>The Public Eye</b>, another one-act play by Shaffer, which was served as the basis for the 1972 film <b>The Public Eye</b> / <b>Follow Me</b> (<a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8n6mug">trailer</a>). [<i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Catalog/moviedetails/22313" target="_blank">AFI</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArJi9VewVkcd10-5hqFsjQojZ7pu5dmXDmexhnDwln8DCN48UbaNS1xxkd4yGzraI9xlw45tVWUOGbtPUV9g3KZKCTEmjFW_IZfcP9Gtg659W8zTLQ5-FudtmMyLyW2hrm5_BuX4YFv0bSjSUIfl4pytgDlxwBkrmfnbWGZltHS06Y_zOFRVJ-D3buw/s1532/11_ThePad_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1532" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArJi9VewVkcd10-5hqFsjQojZ7pu5dmXDmexhnDwln8DCN48UbaNS1xxkd4yGzraI9xlw45tVWUOGbtPUV9g3KZKCTEmjFW_IZfcP9Gtg659W8zTLQ5-FudtmMyLyW2hrm5_BuX4YFv0bSjSUIfl4pytgDlxwBkrmfnbWGZltHS06Y_zOFRVJ-D3buw/s320/11_ThePad_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The title track to<b> The Pad (and How to Use It)</b> was supplied by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Knickerbockers">The Knickerbockers</a>, a forgotten "'60s garage rock group from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bergenfield,_New_Jersey">Bergenfield, New Jersey</a>, that formed in 1962. The original line-up was: vocalist/sax player Bobby Randell, drummer Jimmy Walker, guitarist/vocalist Beau Charles and bassist/vocalist John Charles [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">]. They scored their only smash hit with the punchy and exciting <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=106px_9OgqI&ab_channel=60s70sTheBest"><i>Lies</i></a>, which peaked at #20 on the Billboard pop charts in early 1966. [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] They popped up as themselves in the silly teen spy spoof beach comedy romp <b>Out of Sight</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvaRFPXVwcg&ab_channel=SURFSTYLEY4">trailer</a>). [</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">...</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">] Unfortunately, the band suffered from inept handling by their label and underwent several personnel changes before breaking up in 1970. [<i><a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0999477/bio">imdb</a></i>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfs6UG-Hwm0vvr7OirUyrFvZlHDg8lWs8W_sWDcLLBjWXfOZx5bDMBWmVUGnH1N63VmqiChtUMsvBjlHIPLYgOO5iEl4i-qnmZJJwQ3cUaw4lIVD4KyEHLBS2RdYmqYaMZd8jEXr4Nqzo0RDaFnP_h7nwGJ_RpBbd3HEV_hE5O02O0CDPdAFSAxB5xMQ/s314/11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="200" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfs6UG-Hwm0vvr7OirUyrFvZlHDg8lWs8W_sWDcLLBjWXfOZx5bDMBWmVUGnH1N63VmqiChtUMsvBjlHIPLYgOO5iEl4i-qnmZJJwQ3cUaw4lIVD4KyEHLBS2RdYmqYaMZd8jEXr4Nqzo0RDaFnP_h7nwGJ_RpBbd3HEV_hE5O02O0CDPdAFSAxB5xMQ/s1600/11.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The Knickerbockers —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Pad (and How to Use It)</i>: <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qkctr8vW1D8" width="320" youtube-src-id="Qkctr8vW1D8"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><i><a href="https://www.derekwinnert.com/the-pad-and-how-to-use-it-1966-brian-bedford-julie-sommars-james-farentino-classic-movie-review-11208/">Derek Winnert</a></i>, btw, says: "The performances [in <b>The Pad (and How to Use It)</b>] are game but the farcical tone is quite wrong for a study of loneliness, and the LA setting and additional scenes to drag it out from a short playlet to movie length are drawbacks." </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-times-usa-1967.html">Good Times</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1967, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/257437456/william-friedkin">William Friedkin</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbGEYdavCGOCS9lwj9-uxLQ-kp0kqzabx_E9L_AbWyjR2bYDmVCteuuvdsQNjLPPg1dGzHADynO8Eu7GwjTUAReqfZAUUNZFakrSKtuKpWz-HoIEI7f7yWTqwxKwEvST-JAMMlkBTMEFBI686VGPvo1hcp8H2JyPVmwHwSUkIujsI1y5qcpyEN1R0Xw/s550/12_good%20times_1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="550" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbGEYdavCGOCS9lwj9-uxLQ-kp0kqzabx_E9L_AbWyjR2bYDmVCteuuvdsQNjLPPg1dGzHADynO8Eu7GwjTUAReqfZAUUNZFakrSKtuKpWz-HoIEI7f7yWTqwxKwEvST-JAMMlkBTMEFBI686VGPvo1hcp8H2JyPVmwHwSUkIujsI1y5qcpyEN1R0Xw/s320/12_good%20times_1.webp" width="320" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">We watched <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-times-usa-1967.html"><b>Good Times</b></a> way back in 2008, and we were not impressed: "This is a stinker from the past, but starring <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/2312/sonny-bono">Sonny</a> and Cher, what else could be expected? The first film of William Friedkin,<b> Good Times</b> makes it hard to believe that he went on to direct <b>The Boys from the Band</b> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIeQwDRHrKc&ab_channel=RyanSaunders">trailer</a>) or <b>The Exorcist</b> (1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDGw1MTEe9k&ab_channel=ryy79">trailer</a>). The film features one of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6924295/george-sanders">George Sanders</a>' last performances, and though he manages to shine as an actor in this piece of celluloid dubiousity, the film must be an embarrassment to everyone who took part in it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmX1XjBwBVB761msJIE_u3lYlJmOVCVUYNlss4FmkeQrkR31zNOAxc2use19iNOsnrWgijzbCNVzZKhBaz0zBqx43hYwoJOnWTB2PUGwOKv1E_yDg6ZmAUjRtu6DUZQgDwke4AlZiPe-kSsbdfUd7byO2s1N1jsgAyjiIvCBP60q08pyXz7z7gvZmSXQ/s600/12_good%20times_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="600" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmX1XjBwBVB761msJIE_u3lYlJmOVCVUYNlss4FmkeQrkR31zNOAxc2use19iNOsnrWgijzbCNVzZKhBaz0zBqx43hYwoJOnWTB2PUGwOKv1E_yDg6ZmAUjRtu6DUZQgDwke4AlZiPe-kSsbdfUd7byO2s1N1jsgAyjiIvCBP60q08pyXz7z7gvZmSXQ/s320/12_good%20times_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Sonny & Cher sing in</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Good Times</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FM49qpIZON4" width="320" youtube-src-id="FM49qpIZON4"></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Although some people nowadays seem to think that <b>Good Times</b> manages to cross over into the realm of 'Guilt Pleasures', I for one find this untrue. <b>Good Times </b>is little more than a feature-length presentation of everything horrible that Sonny & Cher were in their later television variety show and lacks any and all of the self-referential insight that might have raised the film to a higher level. Thus, even the occasional creative idea or rare visual surprise gets suffocated by the pervading middleclass attitude. All in all, <b>Good Times</b> remains agonizingly embarrassing from beginning to end. (Rather unlike another pop music film of that time, the Monkees' fab film <b>Head </b>(1968 / trailer below), which is less a 'Guilty Pleasure' than an actual pop masterpiece.) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYP1ahBZD2sydAjbhKIv9SAMaCkz8bphCDwt1C9_xIYFzOXSovTndD_jD7weY19bEqSOb7XPczuzNyFGzaVfLR2HLnOsOKc8Pbj3JM5REK7rCbo0rkzIXBYdr0OdGF8LYuVVAnH7bjHh16VKdO2eFC1teSQ96Zz5Gk4RlFnLiqKAI1G62EHqQu_Nulw/s655/12_H.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYP1ahBZD2sydAjbhKIv9SAMaCkz8bphCDwt1C9_xIYFzOXSovTndD_jD7weY19bEqSOb7XPczuzNyFGzaVfLR2HLnOsOKc8Pbj3JM5REK7rCbo0rkzIXBYdr0OdGF8LYuVVAnH7bjHh16VKdO2eFC1teSQ96Zz5Gk4RlFnLiqKAI1G62EHqQu_Nulw/s320/12_H.jpg" width="147" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Head</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z7IBVhqDMoo" width="320" youtube-src-id="Z7IBVhqDMoo"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Sonny and Cher play themselves as two successful middleclass hippie musicians who spend their time happily shopping, singing and dancing when they aren't busy looking deeply into each other's eyes or exchanging unfunny bon mots. The young Cher, pre-plastic surgery and without tattoos, does wear some absolutely fantastic outfits, but Sonny looks likes a chubby fool no matter what he wears. The negligible plot involves the sleazily well-played bigwig producer Mr. Mordicus (Sanders) talking Sonny into signing on to make a film, a would-be turkey about hillbilly singers in love with their shack. After a few daydreams revolving around Sonny's own ideas on what the film could instead be about, Sonny slowly but surely realizes that he's too inept to make a film and, despite Mr. Mordicus's threats to destroy the singing duo with lawsuits, Sonny bows out. Upon which, of course, Mr. Mordicus, a man who forecloses loans on kingdoms and likes to watch people get the shit beaten out of them, decides to do nothing and Sonny and Cher go dancing off into the sunset to live happily ever after. Gag me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZv9J12rtBgp7N9prcwoI4C415MYApCp2O_oaqKd9fI7t-AvPZ0YSSSjfSgUOcFZCiVcbQdErUjBmB8walNRZSB5QV1R4C76dNWPqdmHLN8lqNEra7NdjgDB6EQ0NWz4nzc4tkmFGaZ6bP9PR3AGblE4_2rTIDlrOsoGsFH5xUWyUqbOHsuVFpgV772A/s907/12_good%20times_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZv9J12rtBgp7N9prcwoI4C415MYApCp2O_oaqKd9fI7t-AvPZ0YSSSjfSgUOcFZCiVcbQdErUjBmB8walNRZSB5QV1R4C76dNWPqdmHLN8lqNEra7NdjgDB6EQ0NWz4nzc4tkmFGaZ6bP9PR3AGblE4_2rTIDlrOsoGsFH5xUWyUqbOHsuVFpgV772A/s320/12_good%20times_5.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Sonny & Cher sing in</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Good Times</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hkYl8RhtpmU" width="320" youtube-src-id="hkYl8RhtpmU"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">It's a shame that Sonny hadn't also realized in real life that he shouldn't make a film.<br /> </span><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMf_AL5tGHsPzcjlPQ0nLm_0admxzq70I3F716qGmYMaKcNBfD1su98xlVARVwIx770RLM2Lv98yi171aAI00BRmi_lxqfxc6QdtkhHBAasK9DYizzthSxGYPOSQPluJ1C6Km2lwY9DApQL6VeRx3c-E6JegEP8rFH_6c60CweoDLdzQ2lAuMFh00tw/s1580/12_good%20times_1967.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1580" data-original-width="1239" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMf_AL5tGHsPzcjlPQ0nLm_0admxzq70I3F716qGmYMaKcNBfD1su98xlVARVwIx770RLM2Lv98yi171aAI00BRmi_lxqfxc6QdtkhHBAasK9DYizzthSxGYPOSQPluJ1C6Km2lwY9DApQL6VeRx3c-E6JegEP8rFH_6c60CweoDLdzQ2lAuMFh00tw/s320/12_good%20times_1967.jpg" width="251" /></a><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Sonny's daydreams — featuring take-offs of <b>High Noon </b>(1952 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9CR_tib0CA&pp=ygUZSGlnaCBOb29uICgxOTUyIC8gdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>), Tarzan films<b>*</b> and detective films — are used as starting points for the two singers to break into a variety of really bad songs, as are the various scenes of the two singers day-to-day life. In fact, everything is used as an excuse for them to start singing. It is this lack of any real story and the haphazard manner in which everything is pasted together that continually makes one feel [as if] one is watching a rerun of their variety show from the 1970s instead of a real film. Though the sets, often rather good examples of 1960s Pop, might be a bit better than those of the television show, the jokes are staler and the acting just bad. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxLeVcyLLiZntZudajHqU52AiqZmRKB3cjSVj9XvPxiO61TM8t28fmjcEed4onTxMsHrSLsIggtecGgKH06j2LYcdk_wqAhjNiqtn7WGuf3P32UO3sMjdhO-ubs0e2eyqxIke0hWc3If2DqB8RZCvpp0tCFwbQSQ6Zw3B5dSrNuD4H359C9cBVg1Z6g/s1518/12_good%20times_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1252" data-original-width="1518" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxLeVcyLLiZntZudajHqU52AiqZmRKB3cjSVj9XvPxiO61TM8t28fmjcEed4onTxMsHrSLsIggtecGgKH06j2LYcdk_wqAhjNiqtn7WGuf3P32UO3sMjdhO-ubs0e2eyqxIke0hWc3If2DqB8RZCvpp0tCFwbQSQ6Zw3B5dSrNuD4H359C9cBVg1Z6g/s320/12_good%20times_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><b>*</b> But not this one: Joe D'Amato's <b>Tarzan X</b> (1995 / <a href="https://www.letmejerk.com/play/4831673/tarzan-y-jane.html">x-rated scene</a>), starring Rocco Siffredi's tool as Tarzan and his tool and his wife, <a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Rosa_Caracciolo">Rosa Caracciolo</a> as the tool-loving Jane.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrRZ8R8yy02rP2teM1TyscDjhda71T0KsgJIuEgDqZupb5aEoTaqx1bDNSzAZ9jwvRagPEWblk0iBmSnNU0acl7aed1Y78usV2uFWrxDTuThDrdh-z-77wOv_s3j35gSCe56X_D4kAIs9vBml0d2-HNmOnkdrfUE1dDlyYjMVLyVTtO90bDbXuknVrw/s739/12_good%20times_1H.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="739" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrRZ8R8yy02rP2teM1TyscDjhda71T0KsgJIuEgDqZupb5aEoTaqx1bDNSzAZ9jwvRagPEWblk0iBmSnNU0acl7aed1Y78usV2uFWrxDTuThDrdh-z-77wOv_s3j35gSCe56X_D4kAIs9vBml0d2-HNmOnkdrfUE1dDlyYjMVLyVTtO90bDbXuknVrw/s320/12_good%20times_1H.jpg" width="217" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Good Times</b> is a film best left forgotten. It does feature a three-second appearance of Russ Meyer's ex-wife Edy Williams [as Mordicus's sexpot], but, regrettably, she keeps her clothing on." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzUrNoUU1NWyYdxpVMez63E0ta8X9sh02LQRp4FqoYbk6QMHi3Ind6pwEkSeKYAu2NHdlPYnD5Bih_yj-KMoFOgTXVUCQvjfmtA7elJ9kKRMSxvggIgjNN64gYW9W-xVAGN6USkqYqabk5JSszZH0wJPdEoItpRJxIPInfII0iiz4p9EabmAJvYeloQ/s1491/12_good%20times_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1491" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzUrNoUU1NWyYdxpVMez63E0ta8X9sh02LQRp4FqoYbk6QMHi3Ind6pwEkSeKYAu2NHdlPYnD5Bih_yj-KMoFOgTXVUCQvjfmtA7elJ9kKRMSxvggIgjNN64gYW9W-xVAGN6USkqYqabk5JSszZH0wJPdEoItpRJxIPInfII0iiz4p9EabmAJvYeloQ/s320/12_good%20times_4.jpg" width="124" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">While it lasts —</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">the whole film:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tTtEgM5OJKg" width="320" youtube-src-id="tTtEgM5OJKg"></iframe></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Money Jungle</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(1967, dir. Francis D. Lyon)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ37gmBSr5NV6tbVUxwhZ7sP3B_JkNz5bObVEKcDrH4G8u0QTpIvkETmiO7HdhuvLvlvrWhA3G_4qsXinPlTIVbFHTU_T5UPYQAS1c0KirdWR9Y2uquN4CKZMUPGfGYxWzU6AS-ysaWHO4Oi3oOOdaBkD-QsVPKa3ddl4doQyRc9tFKT91Arqk2BoM9w/s752/Screenshot%202023-11-22%20at%2011-58-14%20The%20Money%20Jungle%20(1967).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="752" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ37gmBSr5NV6tbVUxwhZ7sP3B_JkNz5bObVEKcDrH4G8u0QTpIvkETmiO7HdhuvLvlvrWhA3G_4qsXinPlTIVbFHTU_T5UPYQAS1c0KirdWR9Y2uquN4CKZMUPGfGYxWzU6AS-ysaWHO4Oi3oOOdaBkD-QsVPKa3ddl4doQyRc9tFKT91Arqk2BoM9w/s320/Screenshot%202023-11-22%20at%2011-58-14%20The%20Money%20Jungle%20(1967).png" width="320" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Not a comedy, supposedly, and unbelievably enough made as a feature film (it feels very much like bad TV) — not the only directorial project from Francis D. Lyon about which that can be said. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIyLPGDc45SS8v44DyKD-0XrbxNhk3Dg2L2WwqTV_IpXQUm5HFmpctuphnIByb8tzd7pIxf04yjOZ8PeoJ4cvScRy3lus0QV1_9U42yIhbuGh37ZYG_i0_8HhAeaYFUSXOMuqqb3pAJpfVMWYx5Bueygdgp6QOcBX3RzzDBSUbxid-D1iMmXWHzen1A/s910/13_MoneyJungle_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIyLPGDc45SS8v44DyKD-0XrbxNhk3Dg2L2WwqTV_IpXQUm5HFmpctuphnIByb8tzd7pIxf04yjOZ8PeoJ4cvScRy3lus0QV1_9U42yIhbuGh37ZYG_i0_8HhAeaYFUSXOMuqqb3pAJpfVMWYx5Bueygdgp6QOcBX3RzzDBSUbxid-D1iMmXWHzen1A/s320/13_MoneyJungle_3.jpg" width="211" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>While it lasts —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>the full movie:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/e9DSLodY64s" width="320" youtube-src-id="e9DSLodY64s"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">The plot, from the <i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Film/20358-THE-MONEYJUNGLE?sid=51c09d3b-b56e-4135-80a5-27338fb3e590&sr=8.191268&cp=1&pos=0">AFI Catalog</a></i>: "Five major U. S. oil companies have joined forces to bid on offshore fields offered for lease by the state of California. Five days before the date for submitting bids, four of the companies' head geologists meet 'accidental' deaths. Harvey Sheppard (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19018415/charles-drake">Charles Drake</a>), president of Far West Oil, calls in troubleshooter Blake Heller (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/210343328/john-ericson">John Ericson</a> [25 Sept 1926 – 3 May 2020], <i>Playgirl </i>centerfold for January 1974 [below], of <b>The House of the Dead</b> [1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BPw-oz8s7o&ab_channel=CheezyMovies">trailer</a>] and <b>Hustler Squad</b> [1975/ <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbUQQmzg6u8&ab_channel=DemetriosPatsiaris">trailer</a>]) to investigate.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuZyny5vYAJnZZRuHLzSLnk4d1S73qyRVV5Le9_ALIsC-f6ZBUfQzNFfJs0se4HUZYK9xO2ZVjZp5BtROVpoloT5V2tpXFWdmh06VzbCEaXuCX2m69ED0OdHSR2xsYJD0FPSj1GRuCQbQiKCWT9VrNDKfGjcdKlPHICSuuCwxlXZ6TDTZ4uLanblF6w/s700/13_MoneyJungle_JohnEricson.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="547" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuZyny5vYAJnZZRuHLzSLnk4d1S73qyRVV5Le9_ALIsC-f6ZBUfQzNFfJs0se4HUZYK9xO2ZVjZp5BtROVpoloT5V2tpXFWdmh06VzbCEaXuCX2m69ED0OdHSR2xsYJD0FPSj1GRuCQbQiKCWT9VrNDKfGjcdKlPHICSuuCwxlXZ6TDTZ4uLanblF6w/s320/13_MoneyJungle_JohnEricson.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Heller destroys a bomb planted at his beach house, and he meets and becomes romantically involved with his new neighbor, young widow Treva Saint (Leslie Parrish, below, from <b>L'il Abner</b> [1959 / <a href="https://www.imdb.com/video/vi3701522457/?playlistId=tt0053001&ref_=tt_pr_ov_vi">trailer</a>]).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxJs8UGmC7iqw7q-IsD3ZJ_k2ezkMAXgH6Wd-ESnzuCve2aYLcA6azSU3O130HkURF3OCHnPg-wbnZ-nAOFoaOw8o64q2pMjQqWpkl7YR1LIaCIPky5BgSq1EXE9GeLzBfZjDi04KyfVgA3PGgCJFHuGLyHQ97iGe6nuGFW57QaTzLTyOCx1oHlwN6A/s873/13_MoneyJungle_Leslie_Parrish_Lili_Abner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="695" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxJs8UGmC7iqw7q-IsD3ZJ_k2ezkMAXgH6Wd-ESnzuCve2aYLcA6azSU3O130HkURF3OCHnPg-wbnZ-nAOFoaOw8o64q2pMjQqWpkl7YR1LIaCIPky5BgSq1EXE9GeLzBfZjDi04KyfVgA3PGgCJFHuGLyHQ97iGe6nuGFW57QaTzLTyOCx1oHlwN6A/s320/13_MoneyJungle_Leslie_Parrish_Lili_Abner.jpg" width="255" /></a></span></b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"With the help of police lieutenant Dow Reeves (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/238568776/nehemiah-persoff">Nehemiah Persoff</a> of <b>Psychic Killer </b>[1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvCKHKulofg&ab_channel=VinegarSyndrome">trailer</a>]) and stock market expert Harry Darkwater (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/178150969/don-rickles">Don Rickles</a>), Heller learns that stocks from two of the oil companies have recently changed hands: one of the owners is Treva; the other is Peggy Lido (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/177696217/lola-albright">Lola Albright</a> of <b>The Monolith Monsters </b>[1957 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxohSwDFjxg&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]), a nightclub singer. Despite attempts on his life and the murder of a geologist from the fifth oil company, Heller continues his assignment and eventually discovers that the person behind the killings is Peggy Lido, revealed to be the ex-wife of the oil company president who sold Treva her stock. Peggy, with the help of her fiancé, Paul Kimmel (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6718525/kent-smith">Kent Smith</a> of <b>Cat People</b> [1942 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ADPSaybusM&ab_channel=ClassicMovieTrailers">trailer</a>] and <b>The Curse of the Cat People</b> [1944 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpPzGWALrtI&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>]), is determined to prevent both her ex-husband and Treva, the woman Peggy thinks he loves, from enjoying their new-found wealth. Realizing what has occurred, Heller races to Treva's home in time to save her from being killed by Peggy."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTwyRLHM0cGkcnQ35h4mEYuCgu29FTTI0hXmQ-V0dIgAoy465iC4SGfx4VP59_hT5K5OmO5KkpKurVwtn-0mFoGgZSfPVtInGK3f0c6offO96yaOGap_XiE4AZEGLJqS2bVgnZFELKsQt5RFDcQTccqM8ZbQTtR1GHaEgpFPsUKb6gR9naid7x82zbA/s1491/13_MoneyJungle_160.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1179" data-original-width="1491" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTwyRLHM0cGkcnQ35h4mEYuCgu29FTTI0hXmQ-V0dIgAoy465iC4SGfx4VP59_hT5K5OmO5KkpKurVwtn-0mFoGgZSfPVtInGK3f0c6offO96yaOGap_XiE4AZEGLJqS2bVgnZFELKsQt5RFDcQTccqM8ZbQTtR1GHaEgpFPsUKb6gR9naid7x82zbA/s320/13_MoneyJungle_160.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Lola Albright was a pretty good singer and does a few numbers in the movie, including a cover version of <b>Help a Good Girl Go Bad</b>. We couldn't find her version online, but here's an earlier version from the great <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/16687832/ruth-brown">Ruth Brown</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHAhd0uzLHRCet0Zkqp9dI8-V61uWtFKdSAcmsxOwVib1aYBbA-O4SSkeRU2V6VsJszfHiXx2-zs9wgmhOpKA4Hiw7d9ScqKkD1wZXBO5CF_QSuyx6Uo2w_LGMyl5QrCnNsL4c2fPtGlolZC571r8yWh0pzbsjfDajjr-5SRbh61jwaVbxfkF7h6Whg/s798/13_MoneyJungle_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="798" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHAhd0uzLHRCet0Zkqp9dI8-V61uWtFKdSAcmsxOwVib1aYBbA-O4SSkeRU2V6VsJszfHiXx2-zs9wgmhOpKA4Hiw7d9ScqKkD1wZXBO5CF_QSuyx6Uo2w_LGMyl5QrCnNsL4c2fPtGlolZC571r8yWh0pzbsjfDajjr-5SRbh61jwaVbxfkF7h6Whg/s320/13_MoneyJungle_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/16687832/ruth-brown">Ruth Brown</a><i> </i>sings</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Help a Good Girl Go Bad</i>:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aYVJQrWpmA8" width="320" youtube-src-id="aYVJQrWpmA8"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Edy Williams shows up in a small speaking part as Sabra McKinley. As previously inferred — and as you can see for yourself if you watch the movie embedded further above — <b>The Money Jungle </b>is not a particularly good film. Director Francis D. Lyon (2 Jul 1905 – 8 Oct 1996) made better, funnier bad films — for example: <b>Destination Inner Space</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GY-ZR_TdPzA&ab_channel=MarleneJ.Miller">full film</a>), <b>Castle of Evil</b> (1966 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRyiJKjX6-o&ab_channel=VincentGrimmly">trailer</a>) and that bad-film fave <b>Cult of the Cobra</b> (1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfZyon_K4dg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Now go here:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2024/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Edy Williams, Part II (1968-82)</a></b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-75946836772175890822023-11-30T08:48:00.005+01:002023-11-30T08:48:51.894+01:00Jurassic Prey (USA, 2013)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohPy6HzbaRKaM_mjWOj-T5z9J5BY4OgHClxMK7QPn3AA2d8bCABLTMksSWi36nrEWOqgR3vEEBhocd10D9gps2Phy8nLaGPMwcjYOW4JJRR5ui1RW-DRqd3T2RPvDSOZN7dQ2zN9agNBa4INEsP7Uyj3ieUPym6z8byHyBU-xysDKKuwqPqUYd-uI9A/s1591/Jurassic%20Prey_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1591" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohPy6HzbaRKaM_mjWOj-T5z9J5BY4OgHClxMK7QPn3AA2d8bCABLTMksSWi36nrEWOqgR3vEEBhocd10D9gps2Phy8nLaGPMwcjYOW4JJRR5ui1RW-DRqd3T2RPvDSOZN7dQ2zN9agNBa4INEsP7Uyj3ieUPym6z8byHyBU-xysDKKuwqPqUYd-uI9A/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_2.jpg" width="217" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plans of Jackie (<a href="https://www.instagram.com/damnhell/?hl=en">Danielle Donahue</a>), a woman who wants to rip-off her bank director ex-husband, and three losers — Andy (Jeff Kirkendall), ringleader Sparks (Robert Dennis), and Ed (James Carolus) — who decide to rob the same bank, derail when that trio's stalled car results in them commandeering both Jackie and her car. The four take refuge at a secluded, pond-side house where, unbeknownst to them, a dinosaur, freed by the blasting at a local quarry, is making lunch out of anyone that crosses its path...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPRVs-3o9sgmyiMNcg7ikHPhY-B90bOTN96NG3rXWpVS7_Nqc98tyVpUHdA8NnzaPbFc0JVbimHVN6EIVfjClgMwaj_r7orxnxfYJmGUFfYHjx1DNLD2ds9zXfbDqD5SVde1xsVzqIz7ktpJKYPas81xchrKvMSZMNUpxn8-rqe12XPo3rUpoabWdXw/s638/Jurassic%20Prey_1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="638" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPRVs-3o9sgmyiMNcg7ikHPhY-B90bOTN96NG3rXWpVS7_Nqc98tyVpUHdA8NnzaPbFc0JVbimHVN6EIVfjClgMwaj_r7orxnxfYJmGUFfYHjx1DNLD2ds9zXfbDqD5SVde1xsVzqIz7ktpJKYPas81xchrKvMSZMNUpxn8-rqe12XPo3rUpoabWdXw/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_1.png" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Another mystery
DVD, this time bought for too much money — €1,50 (roughly €1.60) from a German
equivalent of Dollar Tree known as Euro Shop where, once upon a time,
everything cost €1, but, as with Dollar Tree, thanks to the capitalistic forces
fattening their pockets by milking the excuse of "inflation", prices
for poorly made knock-offs and unhealthy fake food (and crappy DVDs) have
risen. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy18XXMoeICjyIZK4_3bW-mWIC7oga0mcEp7R-OcSPRqX1Voe14ImRPtmimkx7xUiIlCAjvJ0LIX_VES6i9fudoDWOw-TRsJ3Fuevpu33ZOwq5mG0SsqCByUTfz-26MlG97axKmExbd2kaEiF3TjRZP3PqmCCg7VvzxFxzA6yticGk6Dg8JkMMF27Ng/s520/Jurassic%20Prey_4.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="520" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy18XXMoeICjyIZK4_3bW-mWIC7oga0mcEp7R-OcSPRqX1Voe14ImRPtmimkx7xUiIlCAjvJ0LIX_VES6i9fudoDWOw-TRsJ3Fuevpu33ZOwq5mG0SsqCByUTfz-26MlG97axKmExbd2kaEiF3TjRZP3PqmCCg7VvzxFxzA6yticGk6Dg8JkMMF27Ng/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_4.webp" width="320" /></a></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">DVDs from Euro Shop, of course, like those of Dollar Tree, are often the equivalent of tossing your
cash out the window, as the films are seldom worth saving. Our last Euro Shop
DVD, for example, was of the Mexican slice o' shit that is <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/04/fallen-angel-angel-caido-mexico-2010.html">Fallen
Angel</a></b> (2010),<b>*</b> which we deemed worthy of receiving special mention as <i>The
Turd of the Year</i> on our <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/the-ten-best-of-2022.html">Ten
"Best" of 2022</a></b>; <b>Jurassic Prey</b> — the title given in the film
itself is <b>Meateater </b>— probably won't receive that honor come the end of 2023,
if only because it is obviously a no-budget film and is intentionally bad.
(Unlike <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/04/fallen-angel-angel-caido-mexico-2010.html"><b>Fallen
Angel</b></a>, which obviously had a budget and is unintentionally a turd
sandwich.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">To be
completely honest, occasional treasures can be found at Euro Shop — both <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/strigoi-brexitlandromania-2009.html">Strigoi</a>
</b>(2009), which made it to our <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/the-ten-best-of-2022.html"><b>Ten
"Best" of 2022</b></a> as a good movie, and the great late-career Barbara
Steele film <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-butterfly-room-usaitaly-2012.html">The
Butterfly Room</a></b> (2012), were also found there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIQU-c8AFHzgEPEjT3Fbzavd5eB_lRzZ2rsVDX4rr8Pr-q7TJEvCUQy1AlHY2UhJs95lmOYJ9uzP8Zk8lRZ7CUhR0T9Aj9trxsGWmfhUj2jxvyGgytYDW54Jfy86hwqmXBraryII48COhqBEeOn_swWRGD23y7jpoJwUTF0hoVuE_iyVc3_vCCxosMA/s792/Jurassic%20Prey_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="560" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIQU-c8AFHzgEPEjT3Fbzavd5eB_lRzZ2rsVDX4rr8Pr-q7TJEvCUQy1AlHY2UhJs95lmOYJ9uzP8Zk8lRZ7CUhR0T9Aj9trxsGWmfhUj2jxvyGgytYDW54Jfy86hwqmXBraryII48COhqBEeOn_swWRGD23y7jpoJwUTF0hoVuE_iyVc3_vCCxosMA/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_1.jpg" width="226" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><i>Jurassic
Prey</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VmmAYV5ykhA" width="320" youtube-src-id="VmmAYV5ykhA"></iframe></div></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Way back in 2008,
here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/">a wasted life</a></i> we wrote
of Rolfe Kanefsky's shot-on-video, direct-to-DVD movie <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/corpses-usa-2004.html">Corpses</a>
</b>(2004), that the movie "sort of feels like a group of actors and their
neighbors got together one weekend, smoked a lot of pot and then suddenly
decided to make a horror film just for the hell of it. OK, they obviously also
decided to spend both a bit more time on the plot and filming as well as more
money on the props, effects and locations, but then, as actors (of sorts) they
should have higher expectations when doing this sort of thing [...]." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGrtwFB1fVsaqHaf6ZgNGsGCE5PbfA32zAyYdpTWo0wIF5fHjbhFl8k5WXKn63l1JFbEB56hs1mQdbczI0l6OdEAG0hopNtjFRYNEBHLs1nnw-duZh7dNlDSobHGQfIQUlT7mQyDDWDm-X5O1GOBJuliBXwGMdpNNmFzXP3W1Nf5jPktPazb1y9FLxw/s300/Jurassic%20Prey_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGrtwFB1fVsaqHaf6ZgNGsGCE5PbfA32zAyYdpTWo0wIF5fHjbhFl8k5WXKn63l1JFbEB56hs1mQdbczI0l6OdEAG0hopNtjFRYNEBHLs1nnw-duZh7dNlDSobHGQfIQUlT7mQyDDWDm-X5O1GOBJuliBXwGMdpNNmFzXP3W1Nf5jPktPazb1y9FLxw/s1600/Jurassic%20Prey_5.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Words that also describe <b>Jurassic Prey</b> to a T, except that, by way of comparison, <b>Jurassic
Prey</b> makes <b>Corpses</b> look like an A-level, big-budget production, and the
direction of the director of <b>Jurassic Prey</b>, the highly productive no-budget
auteur <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polonia_brothers">Mark Polonia</a>,
makes the direction of the highly productive no-budget auteur Rolfe Kanefsky,
well, look positively professional, if not of masterful auteur grandiosity. As directors,
Kanefsky is probably closer to Jim Wynorski (see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/10/camel-spiders-usa-2012.html">Camel
Spiders</a> </b>[2011], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/07/dinocroc-vs-supergator-usa-2010.html">Dinocroc
vs. Supergator</a></b> [2010] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/vampirella-usa-1996.html">Vampirella</a></b>
[1996]) and Fred Olen Ray (see: <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/venomous-2002.html">Venomous</a>
</b>[2008] and <b><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/04/biohazard-usa-1985.html">BioHazard</a>
</b>[1985]), one could say, while Mark Polonia is probably closer to one of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/"><i>a wasted life</i></a>'s favorite intentionally
bad directors, the German "outsider" filmmaker Jochen Taubert (see: <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/07/ich-piss-auf-deinen-kadaver-germany.html">Ich
pisse auf deinen Kadaver</a></b> [1999], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/07/exhibitionisten-attacke-germany-2000.html">Exhibitionisten
Attacke</a></b> [2000], <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/03/pudelmutzen-rambos-germany-2004.html"><b>Pudelmützen
Rambos</b></a> [2004] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/12/zombie-reanimation-germany-2009.html">Zombie
Reanimation</a></b> [2009]).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJygJiQMECda5HZxK9hdArCghRl1530afHbCFNz9ohWw05MJTFZs2qQi0DGzwd16gSWUUoWUlgQ_6kyAleVpwTmP81W8qbox18tu2HZCOAhffI_EYTcs-Zij56Z6ZtD9eCUgawW4UYg5-3cFCEB8qD56NWALyEDzoIdrgGbo5jISuL72NouiklI3iN6A/s520/Jurassic%20Prey_2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="520" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJygJiQMECda5HZxK9hdArCghRl1530afHbCFNz9ohWw05MJTFZs2qQi0DGzwd16gSWUUoWUlgQ_6kyAleVpwTmP81W8qbox18tu2HZCOAhffI_EYTcs-Zij56Z6ZtD9eCUgawW4UYg5-3cFCEB8qD56NWALyEDzoIdrgGbo5jISuL72NouiklI3iN6A/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_2.webp" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">That said, we
find Taubert's unprofessional, extremely terrible films entertaining and funny,
while we found Polonia's more-polished and not-quite-as-unprofessional but
extremely terrible film, <b>Jurassic Prey</b>, mildly funny but relatively
unnoteworthy. Why? Well, despite Tauben and Polonia's shared penchant for
using friends and unprofessionals, the acting in Polonia's movie never reaches
the deep abysses of the acting found in Tauben's films. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xX5F12YoK4GeO5Lz8XoDJW56aCPuce_qrXNJ8h2dwFhDQFmooytubdlKape1IpLFWe6pUuqBIrx8_CCfHMXr5icnP5I7JYV0HdRLQxsAE9hagaqyrwdoQqOlsemTRukEC1uJOfUGxmWqtqH7K3UwmVOc1zRKyZK1DBpHVaYtc05uP_9Szp1EFJNCUw/s847/Jurassic%20Prey_2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="847" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xX5F12YoK4GeO5Lz8XoDJW56aCPuce_qrXNJ8h2dwFhDQFmooytubdlKape1IpLFWe6pUuqBIrx8_CCfHMXr5icnP5I7JYV0HdRLQxsAE9hagaqyrwdoQqOlsemTRukEC1uJOfUGxmWqtqH7K3UwmVOc1zRKyZK1DBpHVaYtc05uP_9Szp1EFJNCUw/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_2.png" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Likewise, as stupid as
the plot and filmic execution is in <b>Jurassic Prey</b>, neither aspect achieves the
otherworldly WTF dreadfulness of that found in any given Tauben movie.
Particularly noticeable is the difference in plot development: Polonia's is
linear and traditional, whereas Tauben's is usually WTF and surreally all over
the place. To that, while Polonia does use an odd practical effect — in <b>Jurassic
Prey</b>, for example, the wonderfully laughable deadly dino and the blood-smeared
manikin head — his overuse of mega-cheap CGI special effects or red-liquid on
leaves just isn't as much fun as Taubin's liberal use (in the films we've seen
to date) of utterly terrible and ridiculously hilarious practical effects.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZBD8Ko59AEiLBIeMJFKVdMQfg3sALUaBWxXRVPo2aH3eG-j07btQFLkS2_ZVsI2FzQyh1g7QJyWoVH2zJwODtiUg3wrpOOWLaloAiAF43r9aYGhpG_W11x9OQLk-4iD4HdZnxZHI0YHOeRSVSOw5qOg8qpgbmlNK7Pugid3ZLKFYUL5lvvEw8944Fg/s300/Jurassic%20Prey_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZBD8Ko59AEiLBIeMJFKVdMQfg3sALUaBWxXRVPo2aH3eG-j07btQFLkS2_ZVsI2FzQyh1g7QJyWoVH2zJwODtiUg3wrpOOWLaloAiAF43r9aYGhpG_W11x9OQLk-4iD4HdZnxZHI0YHOeRSVSOw5qOg8qpgbmlNK7Pugid3ZLKFYUL5lvvEw8944Fg/s1600/Jurassic%20Prey_3.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Lastly,
while it is undeniably pleasant to watch <b>Jurassic Prey</b>'s undeniably attractive,
acting-talent-challenged final girl Jackie (Polonia regular <a href="https://www.instagram.com/damnhell/?hl=en">Danielle Donahue</a>, the
strongest thespian of the flick) do a scene in which she prances around outside
in a black frilly bra, the obvious American prudery in practice (i.e., the
undergarments) prevents the interlude from achieving any of the exploitive
sleaziness it attempts to pay homage to and robs the film some needed spice.
(For the sake of gender equality in exploitation, Polonia and American prudery
also torpedo the chance of male full frontal — something the European Taubin
has no problem with — during an early interlude in which the incompetent cops,
Cutler [Steve Diasperra] and Forest [Todd Carpenter] shoot some guy [Frank
Humes] for keeping a man [Richard Rawson] as dog.<b>*</b>)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">The scene really
has nothing to do with the rest of the movie and is purely filler; at best, it that
conveys that either Polonia or his screenwriter John Oak Dalton, probably both,
obviously believe that one should die if one has a fetish.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYsedDtix1ZFh2EJO2Wn14LJfdpQL0WEAxEPG_XRTywbX_8dWRsdk2qk-tp6GULrwuUI3e8okDI2pENY988wCNPYHGstP_er0cKUmvZQ84k-64ZY5hy8GtWzsta60GGuvPoYVb3wJtUdP_Nj4jXHMZtxSsUa_0h-pSGvxowDw_ErQj9g6-y567OAGtQ/s520/Jurassic%20Prey_3.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="520" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYsedDtix1ZFh2EJO2Wn14LJfdpQL0WEAxEPG_XRTywbX_8dWRsdk2qk-tp6GULrwuUI3e8okDI2pENY988wCNPYHGstP_er0cKUmvZQ84k-64ZY5hy8GtWzsta60GGuvPoYVb3wJtUdP_Nj4jXHMZtxSsUa_0h-pSGvxowDw_ErQj9g6-y567OAGtQ/s320/Jurassic%20Prey_3.webp" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">In short, Taubin
is the worse of the two filmmakers, but has way bigger balls: his films are so
unredeemingly terrible that they (at least the ones we have watched) become
almost transcendent, and thus better than the singular film of Polonia that we
have now seen. Polonia, on the other hand, obviously shares the same admirable creative
drive to produce and make, but has gonads of a slightly different caliber: the
result, as experienced in <b>Jurassic Prey</b>, is an entertaining if inconsequential
example of not-too-extreme, no-budget, DIY filmmaking. Fans of this kind of
"bad movie" will find <b>Jurassic Prey</b> diverting and laughable,
particularly if watched in a group and under the influence, but will at best end
up admiring the filmmaker and cast's gumption and drive more than the movie
itself.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_cJdSed53agxi20la6NbBuF0g8QJ35NORi5QRvoBSqYLVOkZzh35lI3TxOlu0PMIzI3_dYNO3q_df7aSIu61T6tIzY4t9w7GBvQWbJMWHc04ClZlmZawwzuW2a77RPSWteVqkXPwqQ1CnAkTjOv0RT1CGqd-U5Ihs9TlaUPiNkguQZz__BNnQcTQ-Q/s308/Jurassic%20Prey_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="164" data-original-width="308" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_cJdSed53agxi20la6NbBuF0g8QJ35NORi5QRvoBSqYLVOkZzh35lI3TxOlu0PMIzI3_dYNO3q_df7aSIu61T6tIzY4t9w7GBvQWbJMWHc04ClZlmZawwzuW2a77RPSWteVqkXPwqQ1CnAkTjOv0RT1CGqd-U5Ihs9TlaUPiNkguQZz__BNnQcTQ-Q/s1600/Jurassic%20Prey_4.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">People who
expect a "real" movie, however, are going to hate this intermittently
fun slab of intentional shite. (And it is.) You know who you are and what you like, so choose accordingly. We,
for sure, would be willing to watch another Polonia shit-fest in the hope that it
might be entertainingly worse... Of course, however, we would never watch another Polonia movie without the certainty that enough beer and/or weed is at
hand.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJ0AcM6YUzQb5N6N8vmHSpstdgfcAGZIUVcraj0FloGE7wOY8Vi-BhCqwWLeg4O3IvhVN6y3ays_sRNo1aitPjLjOhsdgpDNnenLQznuBj07fVhzl0a03_DiXVEOZ9JuYiRPrOF0D8jhy10ShajB0lH4cf85GbrwhTVnh96mZKviBDxtJVMmEBmhPGQ/s300/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJ0AcM6YUzQb5N6N8vmHSpstdgfcAGZIUVcraj0FloGE7wOY8Vi-BhCqwWLeg4O3IvhVN6y3ays_sRNo1aitPjLjOhsdgpDNnenLQznuBj07fVhzl0a03_DiXVEOZ9JuYiRPrOF0D8jhy10ShajB0lH4cf85GbrwhTVnh96mZKviBDxtJVMmEBmhPGQ/s1600/images.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div>
Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-47404727506833242272023-11-25T11:37:00.001+01:002023-12-05T12:08:19.136+01:00Dementia 13 (USA, 1963)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrSRXTLSCl1xi84YsYb2gpC2D3Zx7jfW2_THaHuq8RmgH8eaTQn2189LEtZfADj7wGq0SHVA3V3YYLMEFgW5OTGLkxa1ZEyE66Eiwg5bU4a3nj_5sJEU0DGmo26e29WNiUzH_EkiVHz2K6C328FHAo6Zq0qLW8Z9aOYqFOr8ps2loVE23y3sYapP9Hg/s422/2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrSRXTLSCl1xi84YsYb2gpC2D3Zx7jfW2_THaHuq8RmgH8eaTQn2189LEtZfADj7wGq0SHVA3V3YYLMEFgW5OTGLkxa1ZEyE66Eiwg5bU4a3nj_5sJEU0DGmo26e29WNiUzH_EkiVHz2K6C328FHAo6Zq0qLW8Z9aOYqFOr8ps2loVE23y3sYapP9Hg/s320/2.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">(Spoilers.) A.k.a. <b>The Haunted and the Hunted</b>. What do you do when you make a tidy little horror film titled <b>Dementia </b>and then find out that there is already a movie out there — see our not-so-short <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/07/short-film-dementia-daughter-of-horror.html"><i>Short Film of the Month</i> for July 2020</a> — with that title? In the case of this typically low-budget Roger Corman production, the not-quite directorial debut of the movie's screenwriter and director Francis Ford Coppola,<b>*</b> the solution was to simply, randomly, add the "unlucky" number 13. And while the resulting title is rather catchy, it really has nothing to do with the film, for while there are surely some less than sound minds in the movie, not one (much less some 13) actually suffers dementia — at least not the kind induced by disease, be it Alzheimer's or Parkinson's.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiP3lruAQQuT4tuWpUQ97tRqTwjwMUnxYpX2pmyJKdFNv5GToDSkclWTyIvGY5POYX2aPBxbjW4x0EfE91nrtScjiIexRWJAvmuvBjmFQrGEZhhGZzgcJquBz4uJu7x4QiUg2XjndTKh6i70bc7t41v-WhU7EbKRWEM4uR7-dSXWSOuCY1wy7WNXBa4Q/s1200/df0cada5c20b84d59da9b804ce9dca9b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="1200" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiP3lruAQQuT4tuWpUQ97tRqTwjwMUnxYpX2pmyJKdFNv5GToDSkclWTyIvGY5POYX2aPBxbjW4x0EfE91nrtScjiIexRWJAvmuvBjmFQrGEZhhGZzgcJquBz4uJu7x4QiUg2XjndTKh6i70bc7t41v-WhU7EbKRWEM4uR7-dSXWSOuCY1wy7WNXBa4Q/s320/df0cada5c20b84d59da9b804ce9dca9b.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Prior to<b> Dementia 13</b>, Coppola had already "directed" three films that he apparently would prefer to forget: the nudie-cutie <b>Tonight for Sure </b>(1962 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/Tonight_for_Sure_1962">full film</a>), which at least included scenes he truly directed (from his short film <b>The Peeper</b>), and two other projects that were less directed than re-edited: the nudie-cutie <b>The Bellboy and the Playgirls</b> (1962 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/bellboyplaygirls">full film</a>), a revision of the German film <b>Mit Eva find die sünde an</b> (1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORMuFQD1C7E&ab_channel=Film-undFernsehjuwelen">German trailer</a>), and the science fiction flick <b>Battle Beyond the Sun</b> (1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U18PMjqheAc&ab_channel=BrokenTrout">full US version</a>), a revision of the Russian film <b>Nebo Zovyot</b> (1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkMVt1JL450&ab_channel=ulaghchi">full film</a>). (Some footage of the Russian film are also found in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/11/voyage-to-prehistoric-planet-usa-1965.html">Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet</a></b> [1965].) Coppola was also one of the half dozen or so that participated in that infamous but entertaining joint-directorial project <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-terror-usa-1963.html">The Terror</a> </b>(1963), but so many cooks took part in that project that it can hardly count as a directorial project. According to the <i>AFI Catalog</i>, <b>Dementia 13</b> received opened in Los Angeles as a double feature with <b>The Terror</b>, only to subsequently be released nationally on a double feature <b> X: The Man with X-Ray Eyes</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-38qQBofak&ab_channel=RogerCorman%5BOfficialYouTubePage%5D">trailer</a>).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gLEZZbEr3siN8aD4YGqxuNCD_a9WmTP8b_9idfpSoYdt9J4jInQm1Mtxoe6LTg3ul1I_ZeQnpVi7mh0NgFhboUrcRfheZYZaj_QZTwlxPoG2KdZ1kLAT5AV2kKrO5_sRvBevaSktT8hTlJSfLSy8_VE5LaZSTZpVwyxzY3eY0ZGbiRNE1FZ73eMYJw/s1009/5e46541178a7bee7682d8be7c35fc07b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1009" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gLEZZbEr3siN8aD4YGqxuNCD_a9WmTP8b_9idfpSoYdt9J4jInQm1Mtxoe6LTg3ul1I_ZeQnpVi7mh0NgFhboUrcRfheZYZaj_QZTwlxPoG2KdZ1kLAT5AV2kKrO5_sRvBevaSktT8hTlJSfLSy8_VE5LaZSTZpVwyxzY3eY0ZGbiRNE1FZ73eMYJw/s320/5e46541178a7bee7682d8be7c35fc07b.jpg" width="233" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Original trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dementia 13</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jq6b0_3_HDY" width="320" youtube-src-id="Jq6b0_3_HDY"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Coppola was in Ireland working as a sound technician on the Roger Corman-directed <b>The Young Racers</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjXDtKh5aCo&pp=ygUgVGhlIFlvdW5nIFJhY2VycyAoMTk2MyAvIHRyYWlsZXI%3D&ab_channel=Carros%26Cinema">trailer</a>), which came in under budget, and he was able to convince Corman to let him use the remaining funds to make a film of his own; Corman agreed, stating that he wanted a cheap <b>Psycho </b>(1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTJQfFQ40lI&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>) imitation. And so Coppola came up with this B&W, Ireland-set, semi-Gothic film featuring an ax-wielding maniac — a film that has, by now, long become yet another one of Corman's early productions to enter the public domain due to Corman's penchant for saving the copyrighting fees.<b>*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkIs8CluRxn7UVBdUvCYQNTo0LBvEv9bTRKsTxBNMaorbRbFXbIK6pJWFktmG2Fgur-6AHQLHoV6JfTgOstrOjqRBsFJH_IZ7xAfXsWXC9lcVl_gLP4ee372x8hz-jOESFFDiX2qNdk6CYS4kKA1ab7aVmE8SgKyGP1GFW1RLBMZt4SE8Chthtq0fvA/s517/0_Dementia.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="517" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkIs8CluRxn7UVBdUvCYQNTo0LBvEv9bTRKsTxBNMaorbRbFXbIK6pJWFktmG2Fgur-6AHQLHoV6JfTgOstrOjqRBsFJH_IZ7xAfXsWXC9lcVl_gLP4ee372x8hz-jOESFFDiX2qNdk6CYS4kKA1ab7aVmE8SgKyGP1GFW1RLBMZt4SE8Chthtq0fvA/s320/0_Dementia.png" width="320" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"> Supposedly Corman recut Coppola's version of <b>Dementia 13</b> prior to its release, which is one of the reasons why Coppola released a new and refurbished "director's cut" in 2017 (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkdpx3pEXNE&ab_channel=RialtoPictures">trailer</a>).</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFImHXNnIFwmGJSzK_fDNEPYi7sMYkaAF1hdc3WBnttWo4k7-i8sZS9A0LZ8x2AGMy4Td_YUqYg5Ur9oAoXcNHYSoki-DXspSc-A32-15eQMDsqGmY6Ux-MMMnx1n7s77yhADORfSCAmoA6VtKpmGZ3kkxNxYiTb2rz39Zn1VvLW22wVwhuwSj0iTjtw/s600/tumblr_cae6a111e2ded01e86985652b543cf16_facf2a7d_640.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="600" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFImHXNnIFwmGJSzK_fDNEPYi7sMYkaAF1hdc3WBnttWo4k7-i8sZS9A0LZ8x2AGMy4Td_YUqYg5Ur9oAoXcNHYSoki-DXspSc-A32-15eQMDsqGmY6Ux-MMMnx1n7s77yhADORfSCAmoA6VtKpmGZ3kkxNxYiTb2rz39Zn1VvLW22wVwhuwSj0iTjtw/s320/tumblr_cae6a111e2ded01e86985652b543cf16_facf2a7d_640.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Personally, while we would indeed one day like to watch Coppola's "director's cut", the "original" version out in the public domain might be typically scratchy and slightly damaged, but it still makes for some pretty damn good viewing — here at <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/"><i>a wasted life</i></a>, we have watched it multiple times. Cheap and rushed the movie might be, and yes, the sound microphone does slip into the picture frame occasionally, but <b>Dementia 13</b> is a tight and well-made movie which, despite some WTF moments, sinks its hooks into the viewer from the start and keeps you watching until the end. And, as inferred, it easily withstands repeat viewings.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRO4IoMybBjXGF_NvgChyphenhyphen1z5mmnQWieSWcVLS6TXk8htdNo7SKx4CI14C9rEidBqhLbLR0QubppEUM7wzAALnxTemNixSWxdTGfNfOB94U79j7fJynFhonfcnc0TD2OHx6YGZHjz8tLwFqQOD-uWbB1H5bJj1oOAcBv26zZcgslHBlrUWbZkgAXGydIg/s1800/haunted_and_the_hunted_UKquad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1355" data-original-width="1800" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRO4IoMybBjXGF_NvgChyphenhyphen1z5mmnQWieSWcVLS6TXk8htdNo7SKx4CI14C9rEidBqhLbLR0QubppEUM7wzAALnxTemNixSWxdTGfNfOB94U79j7fJynFhonfcnc0TD2OHx6YGZHjz8tLwFqQOD-uWbB1H5bJj1oOAcBv26zZcgslHBlrUWbZkgAXGydIg/s320/haunted_and_the_hunted_UKquad.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Ronald Stein —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>main title to <i>Dementia 13</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Xs-mNYOCDjA" width="320" youtube-src-id="Xs-mNYOCDjA"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><br /></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Dementia 13</b> actually opens with one such WTF moments. The obviously less than happily married couple John Haloran (Peter Read of <b>The Outcast </b>[1990 / <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xihsd4">trailer</a>], <b>Freakshow </b>[1989 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7t_JseOILw&ab_channel=Ry%27sClassicCommercialHut">trailer</a>], <b>The Brain</b> [1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oO_P4dH56e4&ab_channel=JerryBizarro">Spanish trailer</a>] and <b>The Dark Side</b> [1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_q7rkrSURQ&ab_channel=Ry%27sClassicCommercialHut">trailer</a>], if the <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0713870/?ref_=tt_cl_t_7">imdb</a> can be believed<b>*</b>) and Louise Haloran (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6719031/luana-anders">Luana Anders</a> [12 May 1938 – 21 July 1996] of <b>The Pit and the Pendulum</b> [1961 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QChBy15UiTs&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>], <b>The Killing Kind </b>[1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9I4bO-jIwqk&ab_channel=VinegarSyndrome">trailer</a>], and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-strays-1996-usa.html">American Strays</a></b> [1996]) take a rowboat out onto the lake of Haloran Castle<b>**</b> late one night. As they argue about the will of Lady Haloran (Eithne Dunne [30 Oct 1919 – 21 Dec 1988] of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/02/mutations-great-britain-1973.html">The Mutations</a> </b>[1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXHv42APRc8&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers">trailer</a>]), which leaves everything to charity, John dies of a heart attack. Louise, knowing that with him dead she no longer has any chance of inheriting, promptly dumps John's anchor-weighted body into the lake, along with the portable radio he had been listening to. Coppola gets a good laugh from the audience even as he shows that he has a truly creative sense of cinema by having the sound of the rockabilly tune on the radio "bubble" through the water as it sinks down to and settles on the body of John, only to then segue into the movie's credit sequence<b>***</b> and main theme.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHK0LR_vN_E3dyo794Q-DN2cjNytzekgCTh9fQEUGVkDhnZ2wGbzgAvqztDY-wbmvzNdmFhZNySAkp9SNOtLuxKjXsGIIpkTfOTt614J_4f3IPINlV9c7mJ0lsS90trEW0QcKcNealP0o4In1lkUXlcb6Udzcn6Ja7ACSi0g0D2y61z0ByqKZHDPRAQA/s1024/Dementia-13-3076-469x1024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="469" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHK0LR_vN_E3dyo794Q-DN2cjNytzekgCTh9fQEUGVkDhnZ2wGbzgAvqztDY-wbmvzNdmFhZNySAkp9SNOtLuxKjXsGIIpkTfOTt614J_4f3IPINlV9c7mJ0lsS90trEW0QcKcNealP0o4In1lkUXlcb6Udzcn6Ja7ACSi0g0D2y61z0ByqKZHDPRAQA/s320/Dementia-13-3076-469x1024.jpg" width="147" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">We have our doubts here.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /><b>**</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Otherwise known as <a href="https://howthcastle.ie/">Howth Castle</a>.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /><b>***</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Like many of Corman's title sequences utilizing background art, the surreally horrific painted images that float and fade in and out behind the credits were supplied by the underappreciated American artist <a href="https://www.artnet.com/artists/paul-hull-julian/">Paul Hull Julian</a> (25 June 1914 – 5 Sept 1995). Highly active in the field of animation, his short masterpiece <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/02/short-film-hangman-usa-1964.html">The Hangman</a></b> (1964) was our <i>Short Film of the Month</i> for February 2011. Julian also painted the portrait of the dead Kathleen seen in the movie.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jjReuOqH-Kf3bO6Bfg3NX3IHlYF79jOsPuiZ7XI_umkYwXIWmQjUmRnrnG5G6hiJrJzDHH0ouquLSTxCZOfBlUegSyYiry5wwTMx6nYhoGQWHJL1ziOJONIMBYGgNV3aB3yKZHueUcbxQ-TXimUIUFjZtLl7_k4CNVqbctZGQCS9UjRIzYE7LmHKWQ/s320/0fads.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="320" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jjReuOqH-Kf3bO6Bfg3NX3IHlYF79jOsPuiZ7XI_umkYwXIWmQjUmRnrnG5G6hiJrJzDHH0ouquLSTxCZOfBlUegSyYiry5wwTMx6nYhoGQWHJL1ziOJONIMBYGgNV3aB3yKZHueUcbxQ-TXimUIUFjZtLl7_k4CNVqbctZGQCS9UjRIzYE7LmHKWQ/s1600/0fads.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The song that bubbles —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>He's Caught</i> by Buddy & the Fabs:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8YBX9A9rxkI" width="320" youtube-src-id="8YBX9A9rxkI"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Louise's intention, of course, is to keep John's death a secret and somehow work here way into Lady Haloran's graces and get that will changed. It is, of course, a harebrained WTF idea, for even if the will were changed, John's total disappearance would probably come out before any inheritance could be had. But the opening also solidly establishes her as a conniving, cold-hearted gold-digger who will stop at nothing to get what she wants — providing something, or someone, doesn't stop her first. Maybe with an ax?<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWmDrKv2lkHlEbw9K1D4aPcFxjqeIFSQ8I9kUl1vy5mKy7PYoo3ckua9Q8zADNK-aku1uf3OANEhnT-6tih4-kenh8m-bic1NcvOnz6SInbckspW-QWlZcGp60M3LXAjd4fS8ov-DmIut0TtMbM9oeo7k7OAvP39Hy0YbRASPPNhni9iqlXVsyHhcLw/s1024/6519088483_c915ddc1c0_b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="1024" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWmDrKv2lkHlEbw9K1D4aPcFxjqeIFSQ8I9kUl1vy5mKy7PYoo3ckua9Q8zADNK-aku1uf3OANEhnT-6tih4-kenh8m-bic1NcvOnz6SInbckspW-QWlZcGp60M3LXAjd4fS8ov-DmIut0TtMbM9oeo7k7OAvP39Hy0YbRASPPNhni9iqlXVsyHhcLw/s320/6519088483_c915ddc1c0_b.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">No one may suffer from dementia at Haloran Castle, but more than one person there appears to have some screws seriously loose. Lady Haloran, for example, a mother from hell who in no way is willing to hide her disdain of Kane (Mary Mitchell of <b>The Girls on the Beach</b> [1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qaa_k3Iiqrg&embeds_referring_euri=http%3A%2F%2Fbryininberlin.blogspot.com%2F&source_ve_path=Mjg2NjY&feature=emb_logo&ab_channel=SURFSTYLEY4">trailer</a>, see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/04/rip-dick-miller-part-ii-1961-67.html">Dick Miller Part II</a></b>], <b>Panic in Year Zero!</b> [1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RNdAaRYD3Y&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>] and the WTF masterpiece that is <b>Spider-Baby</b> [1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wSGLxo2OCY&ab_channel=CheezyMovies">trailer</a>]), the American fiancée of Lady Haloran's manly and somewhat choleric artist son, Richard (<a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/05/rip-william-campbell.html"><b>William Campbell</b></a> [30 Oct 1926 – 28 Apr 2011]), whose upbringing has obviously given him some anger issues. Since the death of her beloved daughter Kathleen (Barbara Dowling<b>*</b>), Lady Haloran has held an annual memorial service at her grave to which all sons must come, and it is obvious that the youngest son, the pleasant but pushover Billy (Mary Mitchell's then real-life husband Bart Patton, of <b>Gidget Goes Hawaii</b> [1961 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVfUILW36ok&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers">trailer</a>]), doesn't exactly seem to be flourishing under her overbearing nature.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3io8SxIP2oBGJZsQ8RrHHd_OZap7jJ9E4_m4x9AnviEXngN2BJMQZdZJzz99BZmo5SDJuMLM5ECxVVn92cilpfkh0vzabIRvgTrnAT0VXxi1fe4fze5FqpKgrK7cO7LJPtyzVSaJSyhUr2asAkMBGsPH1rQ6VsEwLDXWmM3XEjw0Veqxk0oAMpiApg/s768/0_screen-shot-2013-07-26-at-10-24-55-am.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="768" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3io8SxIP2oBGJZsQ8RrHHd_OZap7jJ9E4_m4x9AnviEXngN2BJMQZdZJzz99BZmo5SDJuMLM5ECxVVn92cilpfkh0vzabIRvgTrnAT0VXxi1fe4fze5FqpKgrK7cO7LJPtyzVSaJSyhUr2asAkMBGsPH1rQ6VsEwLDXWmM3XEjw0Veqxk0oAMpiApg/s320/0_screen-shot-2013-07-26-at-10-24-55-am.webp" width="320" /></a></div><b>*</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">The Barbara Dowling [1925 – 26 Apr 2011] currently listed at <i><a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0235816/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cl_t11">imdb</a> </i>would have been around 35 years old at the time <b>Dementia 13</b> was filmed, a bit too old to play the 12-year-old in the film.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kye7Lag8QC7naFkpSnW9DlkCDti1dfkB6rlO1veQObpkUrVsoxBhUUbWAaEEFiu65QwjD2zAYBl_KRFjgZGMPjF4Pma_VVT0uzioK1VC7EcDiaEbrSsEnQ45Y2y7BtGuzdk8BXU8xkznQOTsElEaWdG43tNsJsYUAUO9GC8setwFHnPbk_K6VQuDwg/s500/s-l500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="500" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kye7Lag8QC7naFkpSnW9DlkCDti1dfkB6rlO1veQObpkUrVsoxBhUUbWAaEEFiu65QwjD2zAYBl_KRFjgZGMPjF4Pma_VVT0uzioK1VC7EcDiaEbrSsEnQ45Y2y7BtGuzdk8BXU8xkznQOTsElEaWdG43tNsJsYUAUO9GC8setwFHnPbk_K6VQuDwg/s320/s-l500.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">If one is unfamiliar with the movie — <b>Spoiler time!</b> — up until the first ax murder, a good half-hour into the movie, the calculating Louise comes very much across as the focus of the narrative, but then Coppola pulls his <b>Psycho</b>-inspired sudden death and switch of focus. While setting up a trick to make Lady Haloran believe that she can talk with the dead Kathleen, Louise supplies the film's prurient scene by stripping down to her undergarments (note how her panties suddenly change color) and going for a midnight swim that she does not survive. First confronted deep underwater by the frightening sight of Kathleen's lying at a tombstone, Louise is promptly dispatched by an ax as she attempts to leave the pond. The ax attack is brutal and shocking, and even today can still make one flinch.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgsKGuU70EWdMt2vkGtYyrS6dlCZDeWgeqP-f-RVT-BBZ7926Z13IqNlwMsjPIaPvbas-T9QFFPIJqUXZJ-4bzbyimyJhpYI5vCt8wUx4lyBmnTmLcKDRT6bChPtdCIZnkIK6pc-mYWrkWakwtWU21lbTFOYq9mQ4UHMPsKIM571iPLYl3TsB8kkkNA/s416/3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgsKGuU70EWdMt2vkGtYyrS6dlCZDeWgeqP-f-RVT-BBZ7926Z13IqNlwMsjPIaPvbas-T9QFFPIJqUXZJ-4bzbyimyJhpYI5vCt8wUx4lyBmnTmLcKDRT6bChPtdCIZnkIK6pc-mYWrkWakwtWU21lbTFOYq9mQ4UHMPsKIM571iPLYl3TsB8kkkNA/s320/3.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Of course, the viewer does not see who the killer is, but before the film is over he kills again — Simon, the poacher with a terribly fake accent (Karl Schanzer [25 Nov 1932 – 25 May 2014] of <b>Blood Bath </b>[1966 / trailer] and the WTF masterpiece that is <b>Spider-Baby</b> [1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wSGLxo2OCY&ab_channel=CheezyMovies">trailer</a>]) — and almost does away with Lady Haloran when she takes a midnight stroll to Kathleen's old playhouse. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXj0e7x9tltbIR_BRTI5fPp4g827MAKC8FdaIsJoeUFfxPmaAVBcsoqlS5B9JOf7jCqqh0xTQtNOaWC6cSqmDmosMf_FPWd1aGEeKbFVvDswi2nDjzahjkVC5i4JTA2oWq9jFD3WbxO_X8meLod4VdbyIj6dsHza1sZY_UuG8cpzt9XL8gc3ow1JRMtw/s1097/aa98f40e0ccf326e91a5299d9494a45b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1097" data-original-width="735" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXj0e7x9tltbIR_BRTI5fPp4g827MAKC8FdaIsJoeUFfxPmaAVBcsoqlS5B9JOf7jCqqh0xTQtNOaWC6cSqmDmosMf_FPWd1aGEeKbFVvDswi2nDjzahjkVC5i4JTA2oWq9jFD3WbxO_X8meLod4VdbyIj6dsHza1sZY_UuG8cpzt9XL8gc3ow1JRMtw/s320/aa98f40e0ccf326e91a5299d9494a45b.jpg" width="214" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">But who is the killer? And why does the lifelike body of Kathleen keep showing up and disappearing? Into this turmoil comes Dr. Justin Caleb (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/39502237/patrick-joseph_gerrard-magee">Patrick Magee</a> [31 Mar 1922 – 14 Aug 1982], of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/01/masque-of-red-death-usa-1964.html">The Masque of Red Death</a></b> [1964] and so much more), the house doctor, who seems to have a somewhat contentious relationship with his former patient, Richard. He, like everyone else, might not know that a killer is on the loose, but he knows something is terribly wrong in the state of Denmark.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NPqTKyYL9DUGc1rL92ui2l1JLWyaeSUmxLU7-FELTS_BPo-WIyndG2dlSckRLGiEH26NLFi6o4ZIDX0UcK7YcEgc3jFyvkrMUgVyjfe5xLuu2neUfpKwcqReYzUdW0RF2IvLnuwNoHvgvWMPMxhah1F4bQBrpqkilDMN2iK8isSiV0IM6tnvZWaX3g/s1100/DEMENTIA13LC6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="1100" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NPqTKyYL9DUGc1rL92ui2l1JLWyaeSUmxLU7-FELTS_BPo-WIyndG2dlSckRLGiEH26NLFi6o4ZIDX0UcK7YcEgc3jFyvkrMUgVyjfe5xLuu2neUfpKwcqReYzUdW0RF2IvLnuwNoHvgvWMPMxhah1F4bQBrpqkilDMN2iK8isSiV0IM6tnvZWaX3g/s320/DEMENTIA13LC6.jpg" width="320" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">One cannot fault the acting of the main characters of <b>Dementia 13</b>, though Magee does have an arch style and tone that clashes somewhat with that of the American cast. More than once, it is the castle and location that is the true star of the film, upstaging the events occurring. Coppola's direction is excellent, if somewhat raw and hampered by the budget: nevertheless, more than once the framing, the setup, or the progression and buildup of a scene reveals that even in 1962, in his first "real" directorial job, he had an inventive eye and already had the makings of a talented filmmaker.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgcdll59EzwNpwb3te2JupqSl8GdypPP7zs84mazZrm_h-psT5_99GdrlP1ccUofQ18hXGFofVxMwfqstTOwdyyz0eIn_TK7bmqJWX1VVIhKWsUdL1NILVpsVOjHe04QnFFNe09cneDDXGh4_b4_IojnM-YJL0MXueYKQsGpk1P_WCSkm1lmdYSGoRg/s526/0_screen-shot-2013-07-26-at-10-24-52-am.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="526" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgcdll59EzwNpwb3te2JupqSl8GdypPP7zs84mazZrm_h-psT5_99GdrlP1ccUofQ18hXGFofVxMwfqstTOwdyyz0eIn_TK7bmqJWX1VVIhKWsUdL1NILVpsVOjHe04QnFFNe09cneDDXGh4_b4_IojnM-YJL0MXueYKQsGpk1P_WCSkm1lmdYSGoRg/s320/0_screen-shot-2013-07-26-at-10-24-52-am.webp" width="320" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>Dementia 13</b> might not come anywhere close to being "good" in the way that Coppola's much bigger budgeted <b>The Godfather II</b> (1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O1Iy9od7-A&ab_channel=ParamountMovies">trailer</a>) or <b>Dracula </b>(1992 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjgwUB1CXek&ab_channel=SonyPicturesEntertainment">trailer</a>) are, but for a low-budget exploiter made as quickly and on the fly as it was, Coppola's movie is an atmospheric and scary tale of horror that keeps you riveted to the end. It also has a narrative that pretty much holds water, and cinematically it shows a true love of the medium — unlike, for example, the lazy turd that is <b>The Godfather III</b> (1990 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUkG37KSWf0&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>). No matter what the lowly roots of <b>Dementia 13</b> are, it remains one of Coppola's better films and is well worth watching.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jRKcckQrWDEtCYNk4HzodytqmNhQ-L4dOzMQxNc6OCr9MGdPn-owusOHPhxp7p4ISlvlB9rPKy88eSXIisa6AJltbLmAVVdeoOmk8OAywOB69HbsISoO9Qc6H03PnRThiCI0auoszonRdnjk9Rz_xupoQ8H4ofTj_rDMSKBJLhq3eY_C6IhDMWFPow/s540/0_tumblr_inline_obb9d0qC271qa1eat_540.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="540" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jRKcckQrWDEtCYNk4HzodytqmNhQ-L4dOzMQxNc6OCr9MGdPn-owusOHPhxp7p4ISlvlB9rPKy88eSXIisa6AJltbLmAVVdeoOmk8OAywOB69HbsISoO9Qc6H03PnRThiCI0auoszonRdnjk9Rz_xupoQ8H4ofTj_rDMSKBJLhq3eY_C6IhDMWFPow/s320/0_tumblr_inline_obb9d0qC271qa1eat_540.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">A color indie remake (a.k.a. <b>Haloran Manor</b>), directed by Richard LeMay, was released in 2017 and made absolutely no waves before sinking into oblivion.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5itBHc5jgwxJjKSLgzFyuGvDIioxUVJm3Fqcx26VQ9uVFb_MayFv4yVeW05Gt0eA7ot5aIzS_TCxTiclOIad3t0TI52J8Xg3Q7e6o-LxS-WJ3jK79-yCyKTu2BGiXjqRzD1MKRLvxkant7Hq9srX5K54huwaVV9MPH8OWo53fjO0YUWAMcclqMEd7ZA/s445/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5itBHc5jgwxJjKSLgzFyuGvDIioxUVJm3Fqcx26VQ9uVFb_MayFv4yVeW05Gt0eA7ot5aIzS_TCxTiclOIad3t0TI52J8Xg3Q7e6o-LxS-WJ3jK79-yCyKTu2BGiXjqRzD1MKRLvxkant7Hq9srX5K54huwaVV9MPH8OWo53fjO0YUWAMcclqMEd7ZA/s320/1.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to Richard LeMay's</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dementia 13</i> (2017):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HbjgzYL1y-M" width="320" youtube-src-id="HbjgzYL1y-M"></iframe></div></b></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-56300934101379532392023-11-19T09:38:00.003+01:002023-11-19T09:38:59.489+01:00Planet of the Sharks (USA, 2016) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSfwUiWQrjOwBpE2sdgN89d4A12y1UJlcdwWvMdYzbF3D5A0ybPCWzkzs1s5KsYiNwxrCC04Q93-hbhWTpHMhIXSzjSCxFDEMnIfThjwlbrJDr0isLcf-Jgoackbp8-bHlVQmK1_OvaSfuNXuDRZLIX5VquBLHBwHEdCRStjGwa12pL12evZAKv6LuA/s570/planet-of-the-sharks-2016.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSfwUiWQrjOwBpE2sdgN89d4A12y1UJlcdwWvMdYzbF3D5A0ybPCWzkzs1s5KsYiNwxrCC04Q93-hbhWTpHMhIXSzjSCxFDEMnIfThjwlbrJDr0isLcf-Jgoackbp8-bHlVQmK1_OvaSfuNXuDRZLIX5VquBLHBwHEdCRStjGwa12pL12evZAKv6LuA/s320/planet-of-the-sharks-2016.webp" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">It pretty much goes without saying that
when one pops in a film produced by The Asylum or SyFy, one knows that one is
not going to be watching an Oscar contender. Which isn't to say that one does
not at least hope for a certain level of "quality" entertainment —
"quality", like "entertainment", being an extremely latitudinous
term — because, as many a contemporary film purveyor is able to attest,
something "bad" can indeed offer quality entertainment.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMs_IZLmdCMVBRAPZzbT5UAgOhQ19mTwnZHme-mT3qTV24U_GMcyyGTBXnkihoOro9-sUYhlDXHcFG87opahEvpZUdnhnomZuQ373wYIvE_pMYL-7730I-OZ9DR3nVTJhPHLwssZYow71j3MaqEO463s5Mo-6Ls-6kD1KiR4Xgh6Fuj3W4Dx4bXwhXTA/s1777/planet%20of%20sharks0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1777" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMs_IZLmdCMVBRAPZzbT5UAgOhQ19mTwnZHme-mT3qTV24U_GMcyyGTBXnkihoOro9-sUYhlDXHcFG87opahEvpZUdnhnomZuQ373wYIvE_pMYL-7730I-OZ9DR3nVTJhPHLwssZYow71j3MaqEO463s5Mo-6Ls-6kD1KiR4Xgh6Fuj3W4Dx4bXwhXTA/s320/planet%20of%20sharks0.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Planet
of the Sharks </b>is definitely not a five-star movie, indeed, it undoubtedly a "bad" one — but, for that, it is a wonderfully
quick-moving slice of intentional ridiculousness that does entertain.
When it comes to a typically cheap-ass Asylum cum SyFiy flick, it is unquestionably
quality Asylum cum SyFiy garbage and fun to watch — much more so, in all truth,
than its subsequent sequel from 2017, <b>Empire of the Sharks</b> (2017 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AGMmNzyLbY&ab_channel=TheAsylumMovieChannel">trailer</a>),
a flick somewhat marred by both its uninteresting shark-whisperer plot and
the almost saddening presence of former top-liner John Savage in what is,
basically, an almost pity-inducing role as that film's big baddie. How low one can
fall...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MFVDWarlAai9c8LlD_70lmvkPMvZI9ocVGIGrIotuXb-M-VFjxxb9N8zPwuZsS5c90XaRQr7_c4i6Ww0DRzj_OrzdtPVy_bO1F982wlqrHEGxOSk2IoIXQK6iYdPqD-n3TvErmH42DHrKhtRcmOQJJVjy-dqJJegmA4wId21QuJqh8lpH5itaOWxyA/s779/0_PlanetChina.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="556" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MFVDWarlAai9c8LlD_70lmvkPMvZI9ocVGIGrIotuXb-M-VFjxxb9N8zPwuZsS5c90XaRQr7_c4i6Ww0DRzj_OrzdtPVy_bO1F982wlqrHEGxOSk2IoIXQK6iYdPqD-n3TvErmH42DHrKhtRcmOQJJVjy-dqJJegmA4wId21QuJqh8lpH5itaOWxyA/s320/0_PlanetChina.jpeg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Trailer to <br /></b></span></span></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><i>Planet of the Sharks</i>:</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/T176VarXh8w" width="320" youtube-src-id="T176VarXh8w"></iframe></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">In <b>Planet of the Sharks</b>, however, there are
no names of note or former renown, so instead of constantly being reminded how
far one can fall, one is able to simply enjoy the film for what it is: an
entertainingly stupid flick full of laughs, made by obvious genre fans, that
not only offers a fun 86 minutes of mindless amusement but passes the Bechdel
Test with flying colors and totally fails the Sexy Lamp Test. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpRNWmpBRFKIZGnhEXpmUB5LlPjomH2ltmQT2tavTBBVFxOAs49OKlnYrxcSBD-sCHsTXuhkz1KX0MPxkK0B0badbM1CwwH9kc-XSV8v0NLjKZwhlUB374zPoDMzgRyunZm7U7V5Z6BMq2jKXabo1BxgTW3S6rzacz1Gx9GOwANXrkaf5OUl8ggDjaw/s640/Planet_of_the_Sharks_2016_02_planet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="640" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpRNWmpBRFKIZGnhEXpmUB5LlPjomH2ltmQT2tavTBBVFxOAs49OKlnYrxcSBD-sCHsTXuhkz1KX0MPxkK0B0badbM1CwwH9kc-XSV8v0NLjKZwhlUB374zPoDMzgRyunZm7U7V5Z6BMq2jKXabo1BxgTW3S6rzacz1Gx9GOwANXrkaf5OUl8ggDjaw/s320/Planet_of_the_Sharks_2016_02_planet.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Rest assured: the
acting is bad, the story idiotic, and the CGI horrible — it is, after all, an
Asylum/SyFi flick. But if you like bad films, this one goes extremely well with
a joint and some beers and makes for some true fun. And that despite the total
dearth of naked flesh of any gender. (Though we would hazard to guess that
Stephanie Beran [of <b>Big Kill</b> (2019 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tNtQFJezFI&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesIndie">trailer</a>)
and <b>Killer Party</b> (2014 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNhSpWLUgNo&ab_channel=EpicPicturesGroup">trailer</a>)],
as the brainy and brave and extremely capable Dr Shayne Nichols, was cast less
for her acting talent than for how she fills her tank top.<b>*</b>)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf2-n-fDEX-1-1zQEOImtZz94WX53W1dBbKw47sefobUkxKyfYKaERnKmmFMp2x2KCxvZtWiHqeR-EdUhKD78_apFFGjlMq0ZgSI9sYgaeVRFybOY0TSp2pTBNXussVnYc9pDxHQ2PWizCVDAHVqX6MjXQns3mp37p1ZJ-yYcCLxISGtizo6QqAHYvow/s656/planet%20of%20sharks1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="656" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf2-n-fDEX-1-1zQEOImtZz94WX53W1dBbKw47sefobUkxKyfYKaERnKmmFMp2x2KCxvZtWiHqeR-EdUhKD78_apFFGjlMq0ZgSI9sYgaeVRFybOY0TSp2pTBNXussVnYc9pDxHQ2PWizCVDAHVqX6MjXQns3mp37p1ZJ-yYcCLxISGtizo6QqAHYvow/s320/planet%20of%20sharks1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Okay, we understand that exploitive,
gratuitous nudity — unlike exploitive, gratuitous violence — is not exactly
permissible in American TV productions, but let's be honest: are the support
bras <i>really </i>necessary?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8f3TgpikpvObljAwnAs2LWMjdFGjeehgr9zZz_w35N-3vhW9xo7ZhgX2Wdf1WrK5wrnvi_kYlfWhQhhCSVzDiq6DN0knbxTyQMzqN10cgjwWfKXCJrGN0d_naRvyprS0T-gBD0q-EiSE4HIYJisgZlm1JssyoMUw7oZNqpVl2W_CHoo4pO0mcXpirw/s300/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8f3TgpikpvObljAwnAs2LWMjdFGjeehgr9zZz_w35N-3vhW9xo7ZhgX2Wdf1WrK5wrnvi_kYlfWhQhhCSVzDiq6DN0knbxTyQMzqN10cgjwWfKXCJrGN0d_naRvyprS0T-gBD0q-EiSE4HIYJisgZlm1JssyoMUw7oZNqpVl2W_CHoo4pO0mcXpirw/s1600/images.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Director and scriptwriter Mark Atkins, who
also wrote and made the subsequent <b>Empire of the Sharks</b> (not to mention
the less laudable <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/09/haunting-of-winchester-house-usa-2009.html">Haunting
of Winchester House</a></b> [2009]), who obviously enough gives a nod to the title
of <b>Planet of the Apes</b> (1968 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0-dUM_A-Cg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>
and/or 2001 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPgNrHqfTdY&ab_channel=TheTrailerGuy">trailer</a>),
cribs the core setting of his film from the massively budgeted and massively
derided (but nevertheless entertaining and, contrary to popular lore,
financially successful) Kevin Costner movie <b>Waterworld </b>(1995 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpKbULrB9Z8&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>):
a future world in which the Earth's ice caps have melted and submerged all
land, leaving the survivors to fend for their lives on isolated, floating
villages. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAszk2suHrpXZNnq1O7Y9QPpbbgXvx_lHyhQQfYM3gMETHxNNs5y2NIXpvQBGqn1IihkNamH7_GNpUv9ZOOR-nYsQVkTBh6uWwNkx57z6ymGTkC2PqTXS_CfAcTjuYhfzXM5B0M9nvxM6hTIrznTYxPOGgafITp8rfAN2xztEMVDFI-sXp2cTZe3RwJw/s300/planet%20of%20sharks2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAszk2suHrpXZNnq1O7Y9QPpbbgXvx_lHyhQQfYM3gMETHxNNs5y2NIXpvQBGqn1IihkNamH7_GNpUv9ZOOR-nYsQVkTBh6uWwNkx57z6ymGTkC2PqTXS_CfAcTjuYhfzXM5B0M9nvxM6hTIrznTYxPOGgafITp8rfAN2xztEMVDFI-sXp2cTZe3RwJw/s1600/planet%20of%20sharks2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">And while there are manly men in <b>Planet of the Sharks</b> (Brandon Auret,
the film's main male good guy Dillon Barrick, could be manly with us any day he
wants), the planet — unlike in the sequel — is not a patriarchal horror ala <b>Waterworld</b>.
Here, men and women are equals; they work together to do what they can to save
the situation they find themselves in — and considering that the movie's
narrative transpires virtually in real time over the course of a day, they
experience and (mostly) conquer a lot of situations. All of which occur on the
eve of sending, up into space, a rocket with a transmitter that should alter
the world's weather patterns (and thus possible cause the water to recede and
land masses to reappear), beginning with a massive school of man-eating sharks
suddenly decimating the villages and munching on the residents. (The melting
caps means less salt in the water, which means less plankton to feed the normal
prey of the sharks, which means a lower amount of traditional prey, which means
they are now turning their attention to making humankind their main source
of nutrition.) Oh, yeah: a mutation means that the sharks now follow the
telepathic commands of an alpha shark...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVMFC3h_qUe4o7UI1w-gHWi-nMIHaJ7WMw_735Hsiuo5wy0fhtmNcHLRqvdanM6PpWHh9x7orVn21U3X1aDywuKJWLOB2L_CprexDGvQAA97NKqyoezAoG4_dYeTdLaGccXd4fgnY3jCYmj4QWG9EyiQ_H9NO-DXh7_xFayL1KqJ-Esan8CjT4l6kvw/s886/planet%20of%20sharks5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="886" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCVMFC3h_qUe4o7UI1w-gHWi-nMIHaJ7WMw_735Hsiuo5wy0fhtmNcHLRqvdanM6PpWHh9x7orVn21U3X1aDywuKJWLOB2L_CprexDGvQAA97NKqyoezAoG4_dYeTdLaGccXd4fgnY3jCYmj4QWG9EyiQ_H9NO-DXh7_xFayL1KqJ-Esan8CjT4l6kvw/s320/planet%20of%20sharks5.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">From the moment the film opens with a
ridiculously funny shark-attack slaughter of a small water village, <b>Planet of
the Sharks</b> barrels along at top speed, interspacing <b>Star Trek</b>-like,
plot-driving techno babble with action scenes and moments of sublime
ridiculousness until, after the requisite number of violent deaths and
last-minute saves, all occurring as the clock is ticking, all's well that ends
well. We know that at the latest when we are treated, in the film's final
scene, with a Statue of Liberty visual reference to the better <b>Planet of the
Apes</b> film (that from 1968) and smiling, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYOKMUTTDdA&ab_channel=remhq">shiny happy
people</a>. (Going by the sequel, however, nothing was actually mended, as in
that film only the patriarchy is smiling.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4MeUAwp6ckqWiQ4msfbWWF9gAogXgni_hIskY1wXFF2N32nwu-h50_OK3O_fmoZTtPyFMOTxP19Bs0jQb2YFh5aM82n__-Fq5mSck2QHBIrgwhDt0DrAlidvFQeD1YaDvps-Si2jTNacHd14e7AakEl-wghyFvaMnHss6KILMKdkTv0XnUcDknDKxw/s400/planet%20of%20sharks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4MeUAwp6ckqWiQ4msfbWWF9gAogXgni_hIskY1wXFF2N32nwu-h50_OK3O_fmoZTtPyFMOTxP19Bs0jQb2YFh5aM82n__-Fq5mSck2QHBIrgwhDt0DrAlidvFQeD1YaDvps-Si2jTNacHd14e7AakEl-wghyFvaMnHss6KILMKdkTv0XnUcDknDKxw/s320/planet%20of%20sharks.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Highpoints include a wonderfully ludicrous
drum and dance sequence led by the oddly accented neo-pagan Joanne D'amato<b>*</b>
(Angie Teodora Dick of <b>Zombie Tidal Wave</b> [2019 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaf63JYTGrY&ab_channel=SYFY">trailer</a>])
followed by a mass slaughter of ineffectual shark hunters, a oddly thrilling
wind-surfing race against time and sharks, some nifty swordsmanship by a South
African, and the unexpected heroic death of a lead female. In between, the
photography is crisp and clear and the fistfights realistic enough.<span> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYr4E_dnlqFPFHioEP-Fd4nW5mHK2x6oMnG1S_w1DaPzycXFySqpBblG7E3hP1-fQhQdNwDQRq8wvNhuqbSV7ZJAiFLjwtA5dt5YfaB_zyQrQqwwIKyy76V1JQZf22xAR7o9WMYhzKbuJAWbuoLSMSq21dKnN9PNpisf9NC4Zyvth6ffxgUB9Vk7zTA/s400/planet%20of%20the%20sharks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYr4E_dnlqFPFHioEP-Fd4nW5mHK2x6oMnG1S_w1DaPzycXFySqpBblG7E3hP1-fQhQdNwDQRq8wvNhuqbSV7ZJAiFLjwtA5dt5YfaB_zyQrQqwwIKyy76V1JQZf22xAR7o9WMYhzKbuJAWbuoLSMSq21dKnN9PNpisf9NC4Zyvth6ffxgUB9Vk7zTA/s320/planet%20of%20the%20sharks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>* </b></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">A name, like that of Dr. Caroline Munro
and Dr. Roy Shaw, meant to consciously call to mind genre favorites — in this
case, the trash-film emperor Joe D'Amato (see, for example: <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2021/08/erotic-nights-of-living-dead-italy-1980.html"><b>Erotic
Nights of the Living Dead</b></a> [1980]).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4tqNXupHOdT7beZocLeTzNXyFFrxYun_2pDa1RDheZcKqU8x1mPeAN4Rf8Iu5y_oPNHZO_hzh83FZpXk-jJi-qbw3Tm93_CaoU9zMnrePhpC-v3XIPT93wBK6407t4sQH8gHI9-eYTZXxJnc0Nhk6Ulv2xkUHkCq25QFvg35wNTO4IP6Jc6ftpHmcA/s902/planet%20of%20sharks4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="902" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4tqNXupHOdT7beZocLeTzNXyFFrxYun_2pDa1RDheZcKqU8x1mPeAN4Rf8Iu5y_oPNHZO_hzh83FZpXk-jJi-qbw3Tm93_CaoU9zMnrePhpC-v3XIPT93wBK6407t4sQH8gHI9-eYTZXxJnc0Nhk6Ulv2xkUHkCq25QFvg35wNTO4IP6Jc6ftpHmcA/s320/planet%20of%20sharks4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>As said earlier, <b>Planet of the Sharks</b> is
definitely in no way an Oscar contender. It is a consciously bad film that
wants to have fun and be fun, and as such, it fully succeeds.</span><span></span></span></span></div>
Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-27605043543878793572023-11-13T14:22:00.003+01:002023-12-11T16:11:15.125+01:00Background Babe of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Part XV: Veronica Ericson<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EI7woDCeCH1ebmlCWC2oOLfPe4kCHoi3YBsM2Co5CRRgYtvtbenm5qQdutMv4q37I5Qk1uHJv935e3IkkmLFFV4HxDAiBUxag05dNeh8OCohEW5-ZtLtzS8DnRcYTaQCJbtwunnuUj05XeijeuemevThyphenhyphencjTzwQOl2t_o9UFeuxYHDqwioAOm5uKgQ/s450/40719.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EI7woDCeCH1ebmlCWC2oOLfPe4kCHoi3YBsM2Co5CRRgYtvtbenm5qQdutMv4q37I5Qk1uHJv935e3IkkmLFFV4HxDAiBUxag05dNeh8OCohEW5-ZtLtzS8DnRcYTaQCJbtwunnuUj05XeijeuemevThyphenhyphencjTzwQOl2t_o9UFeuxYHDqwioAOm5uKgQ/w266-h400/40719.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br />"<i>Using unknowns you avoid highly exaggerated salaries and prima donnas</i>."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">To repeat, yet again, what we've more or less said time and again since <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html" target="_blank">17 June 2022</a> in our multi-part Babe of Yesteryear review of the babes of Russ Meyer's <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, Russ Meyer's baroque masterpiece from 1967, one of only two movies he made for a major Hollywood studio (in this case, Fox), is without a doubt one of the Babest movies ever made. While we have yet to review it here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> (if we did, we would foam at the mouth in raging rave<b>*</b>), we have looked at it before: back in 2011, in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-charles-napier.html" target="_blank">Charles Napier</a></b> (12 Apr 1936 – 5 Oct 2011), and again in 2013 in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review for the Great <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html" target="_blank">Haji</a></b> (24 Jan 1946 – 10 Aug 2013) — both appear in the film.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>This is not a sequel. There has never been anything like it</i>!"</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Advertisement tagline</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">While researching this month's Babe of BVD, Veronica Ericson, we stumbled upon a review of <b>BVD </b>at <a href="https://lecinemadreams.blogspot.com/2015/12/beyond-valley-of-dolls-1970.html" target="_blank"><i>Dreams Are What Le Cinema Are For</i>...</a>, where they did a great description of <b>BVD</b>: "Although released in the summer of 1970, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> is a '60s movie down to its bellbottoms and sandals. Depicting a burlesque vision of the Swinging Sixties as it existed only between the tragically unhip pages of 'gentleman's magazines' like <i>Playboy</i>; <b>BVD </b>is both groovy and square. A cross between a hyperactive geek fantasy (via 27-year-old screenwriter Roger Ebert) and middle-aged wish fulfillment, the film is a garish, never-a-dull-moment, laugh-out-loud paean to '60s pop-culture excess. Directed with a manic combination of aplomb and amateurism by budget skin-flick impresario <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a> collaborating with first-time screenwriter, <i>Chicago Sun-Times</i> film critic <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/107806860/roger-ebert" target="_blank">Roger Ebert</a>; <b>BVD </b>is a film so exhaustively steadfast in its desire to affront and entertain, at times it feels like a Tex Avery cartoon come to life." Their lengthy write-up about the movie is well worth reading.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html" target="_blank">Haji</a></b>'s entry, among other things we wrote the following: "Originally intended as a sequel to the 1967 movie version of Jacqueline Susann's novel <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-TXJMKVa_g" target="_blank">trailer</a>), Meyer and co-screenwriter Roger Ebert instead made a Pop Art exploitation satire of the conventions of the modern Hollywood melodrama, written in sarcasm but played straight, complete with a 'moralistic' ending that owes its inspiration to the Manson-inspired murder of Sharon Tate and her guests on August 9, 1969. Aside from the movie's absolutely insane plot, the cinematography is also noteworthy — as are the figures of the pneumatic babes that populate the entire movie. For legal reasons, the film starts with the following disclaimer: 'The film you are about to see in not a sequel to <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>. It is wholly original and bears no relationship to real persons, living or dead. It does, like <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>, deal with the oft-times nightmare world of show business but in a different time and context.' [...]"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>Any movie that Jacqueline Susann thinks would damage her reputation as a writer cannot be all bad.</i>" </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/114237586/vincent-canby" target="_blank">Vincent Canby</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Russ Meyer films are always populated by amazing <strike>breasts</strike> sights, but <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> literally overflows its cups in an excess of pulchritude that (even if somewhat more demurely covered than in most of his films) lights the fires of any person attracted to women of the curvaceous kind that preceded today's sculptured plasticity. And so, for over a year now, we have taking a monthly look at the diverse <strike>nipples</strike> film careers of the women of the Babest Film of All Times, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>. The size of their <strike>bosoms</strike> roles has been, and is, of lesser importance than the simple fact that they are known to be in the movie somewhere, if but for a nanosecond in the background. That is, but for one notable exception: the National Treasure that is the Great <a href="https://boobpedia.com/boobs/Pam_Grier" target="_blank">Pam Grier</a>. Though she had her film debut in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> somewhere in the background, and therefore should be included, we feel that a Wonderment of her caliber deserves an entry all of her own — a Sisyphean task we might one day take on. (That is her below, standing next to <b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Cissi Colpotts</a></b>, on the set of <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>.)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">To date, <i>Babes of Yesteryear </i>has looked deep into the <strike>cleavages</strike> film careers of the various females known to be in the movie, although many might barely register. They were all date material (barring, perhaps, the woman that ended up murdering one husband and tried to do away with the second). So far, we have looked at:</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part I: The Non-babe of Note — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html" target="_blank">Princess Livingston</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part II: Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/07/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Jacqulin Cole</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part III: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Bebe Louie</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part IV: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Trina Parks</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part V: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/10/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Lavelle Roby, Pt. I (1968-76)</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VI: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/11/boy-background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html" target="_blank">Lavelle Roby. Pt. II (1979-2021)</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VII: Killer Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Samantha Scott</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VIII: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Karen Smith</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part IX: Background Babes of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">The Five Mysterians</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part X: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Gina Dair</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XI: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. I (1970-80)</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XII: Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Cissi Colpitts, Pt. II (1981-88)</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XIII: <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis, Pt. I (1966-73)</a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XIV: <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/10/boy-babes-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html?zx=e99a20bc4f8de492" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis, Pt. II (1975-2013)</a></span></span></b><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>And now:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Veronica Ericson</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVe1ONMwdKsxu3c7wrtoGKBmyUC8ZcuIb1ynN0RPz_2-YcsM0nrpUn-J3SJYJQ-T1mdWLmLFs8ZuxWl-9LfXvtEEYLUThBUyYGc9py1xLKBLLgD_f4bHT5PGjfwTSAMlyJ9HPQM2Q_qm2A0YeUGe5ZfbX798s8n948dnyfVZRqrDYvoq6hYJOw4RHY4A/s712/00_VeronicaEricson.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="712" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVe1ONMwdKsxu3c7wrtoGKBmyUC8ZcuIb1ynN0RPz_2-YcsM0nrpUn-J3SJYJQ-T1mdWLmLFs8ZuxWl-9LfXvtEEYLUThBUyYGc9py1xLKBLLgD_f4bHT5PGjfwTSAMlyJ9HPQM2Q_qm2A0YeUGe5ZfbX798s8n948dnyfVZRqrDYvoq6hYJOw4RHY4A/w400-h309/00_VeronicaEricson.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Little can be found out there on the World Wide Web about Veronica Ericson (a.k.a. Veronica Erickson, Ingrid Erickson, Erica Ericson, <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Veronica_Reed" target="_blank">Veronica Reed</a> and Bambi May). Indeed, we could not even confirm for sure what her real name is, as different sources claim different known names as her "real" name, or what she did in life aside from the numerous cheesecake and skin shoots for cheap men's magazines and her rare, usually uncredited background appearance in this or that odd movie. We know not for sure where she was born (<a href="https://www.riveroffilth.com/index.cfm/category/2790/bambi-may-p.htm" target="_blank">here</a> they say Sweden, <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0259178/bio/?ref_=nm_ql_1" target="_blank">elsewhere</a> they say the USA — to be exact, if we're to believe an old issue of <i>Fling </i>magazine: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary,_Indiana" target="_blank">Gary</a>, Indiana) or when she was born (the most common date given: 16 August 1944), where she went after she stopped baring her impressive assets, what she did before (<i>Playboy </i>once claimed she was "a Manhattan stockbroker now breaking into films") or after letting it all hang out, or whether she is still alive or long gone. Like so many people who have experienced 15 minutes of mega-minor celebrity, her "presence" has dissipated into the past. Today, online, she is often confused with another pneumatic Babe who appeared in <b>BVD</b>, Joyce Rees (see: <b>BVD — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">The Five Mysterians</a></b>).</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw-YtSo_V4LlEslCARunQYzelZoxyFa1lDZaQ32hD6bMBvZnmuUHuu2iImTXHX0dlI2SuBcewMEUOakB0TUdig8AFplA5zL9nWlMEVBBSlt640ovSeWIGDRpZnH-HIWJtgoauI89hc2EfSIKwOrkFlbkFBhmzqXv2waw7DcMSgBKm_PSAnVQsuLR_9Q/s936/00_stare-magazine-feb-1963-bambi-patti_1_7580063999cfbdfc88f47d1673218f6c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="686" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw-YtSo_V4LlEslCARunQYzelZoxyFa1lDZaQ32hD6bMBvZnmuUHuu2iImTXHX0dlI2SuBcewMEUOakB0TUdig8AFplA5zL9nWlMEVBBSlt640ovSeWIGDRpZnH-HIWJtgoauI89hc2EfSIKwOrkFlbkFBhmzqXv2waw7DcMSgBKm_PSAnVQsuLR_9Q/w294-h400/00_stare-magazine-feb-1963-bambi-patti_1_7580063999cfbdfc88f47d1673218f6c.jpg" width="294" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Obviously enough, she had the pneumatic body of the type that appeals to boob fetishists like Russ Meyer or <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i>, but for whatever reason she was either unable or uninterested in parlaying her immense natural talents (39-23-37) into a notable nudie-cutie or skin-flick career. One of her career highpoints as a model, in the opinion of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><i>a wasted life</i></a>, in undeniably the time she appeared in <i>Playboy </i>as a live-action version of the magazine's ever-familiar <a href="http://www.toonopedia.com/femlins.htm" target="_blank">Femlin</a> (photo below).</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLH56OYpVMLs2XUWxJv2IoDpXBvnCu_4NCZ7VBqRjw98RIilY2rHtTNLKJPubjE2VLXmpGqXR-3O50rrT-oxmN_QbMBPGytGgN_9aNrKVBY0SUoRj819-c7pq-2IT4WwDJj4yXh7_ssccITKt593UH9WcThkZc9zoFcAaj4nInRqsWWE8NtKsqQZeWg/s1258/00_Femlin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="1258" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLH56OYpVMLs2XUWxJv2IoDpXBvnCu_4NCZ7VBqRjw98RIilY2rHtTNLKJPubjE2VLXmpGqXR-3O50rrT-oxmN_QbMBPGytGgN_9aNrKVBY0SUoRj819-c7pq-2IT4WwDJj4yXh7_ssccITKt593UH9WcThkZc9zoFcAaj4nInRqsWWE8NtKsqQZeWg/s320/00_Femlin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So, anyone out there know anything about her? Assuming that the current filmography [March 2023] at the <i><a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0259178/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1" target="_blank">imdb</a> </i>is at least partially correct, she is found somewhere in the following movies — a list which includes, aside from <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, two other [lesser] Russ Meyer projects.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Blue Hawaii</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1961, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7001049/norman-taurog" target="_blank">Norman Taurog</a>)</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCRFqIEDQCn7igmgV_rGOdqz9qNnogd4DlNbpVe9A6NtEgGOIrnnTOT9iwgggjOJkFe_vpp4lt8Z3cQlu9JbbfaogNkLZ5wpqZ5ynodIfwSRD4YFfD2KIM8FpzQrtRgRSM9RrpAZ_F7FowTafmgPPt2mJAwZ1-7D5v68ZPfVaCc8UoWuMUzLq3BOFZw/s846/1_blue-hawaii-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="586" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCRFqIEDQCn7igmgV_rGOdqz9qNnogd4DlNbpVe9A6NtEgGOIrnnTOT9iwgggjOJkFe_vpp4lt8Z3cQlu9JbbfaogNkLZ5wpqZ5ynodIfwSRD4YFfD2KIM8FpzQrtRgRSM9RrpAZ_F7FowTafmgPPt2mJAwZ1-7D5v68ZPfVaCc8UoWuMUzLq3BOFZw/s320/1_blue-hawaii-2.jpg" width="222" /></a></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">More than one source out there on the web claims that Veronica Ericson has uncredited bit part <i>somewhere </i>— but who know where — in <b>Blue Hawaii</b>. The most financially successful of all of Elvis Presley's movies, it was also the second of nine Elvis movies directed by Norman Taurog (see <b>BVD: <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis Pt. I</a></b> for more about Taurog). It was also the first of the total of three Elvis movies set in Hawaii: the later ones being <b>Girls! Girls! Girls!</b> (1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e75ncIrK4BA&ab_channel=ParamountMovies" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and <b>Paradise, Hawaiian Style </b>(1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBxydJKnUSg&ab_channel=ParamountMoviesDigital" target="_blank">trailer</a>). The German poster above was created by <a href="https://www.cinematerial.com/artists/rolf-goetze-i444" target="_blank">Rolf Goetze</a>, a prolific German poster artist of the 50s, 60s & 70s about whom virtually nothing is known.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwu_faBXaPqFPH127hkJYwfhgQF8O-UdXa60lT_OgzkdcuYjcqsKjakU9GzrwCnQv35FiNrwWZVLPOZqBfv9YqN0_My8DnCqDLFSo62_eZbia_p9GfsiR9aiVAnxf7J60psHk-ccqh204BAfKdrPHxUw0sBFuTMYSQf37Y8RNWa_-e5dSIl1eN8Rqq0g/s940/1_blue-hawaii-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="940" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwu_faBXaPqFPH127hkJYwfhgQF8O-UdXa60lT_OgzkdcuYjcqsKjakU9GzrwCnQv35FiNrwWZVLPOZqBfv9YqN0_My8DnCqDLFSo62_eZbia_p9GfsiR9aiVAnxf7J60psHk-ccqh204BAfKdrPHxUw0sBFuTMYSQf37Y8RNWa_-e5dSIl1eN8Rqq0g/s320/1_blue-hawaii-4.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Blue Hawaii</i>:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/P10-aqZKLKY" width="320" youtube-src-id="P10-aqZKLKY"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Overly obvious ageism in some of the film's casting: Presley was 26 when <b>Blue Hawaii</b> was released; (not-yet Dame) <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/244491514/angela-lansbury" target="_blank">Angela Lansbury</a> (16 Oct 1925 – 11 Oct 2022), who plays his mother in the movie, "<a href="https://www.culledculture.com/angela-lansbury-as-the-ultimate-frivolous-woman-in-blue-hawaii/" target="_blank">the Ultimate Frivolous Woman in <b>Blue Hawaii</b></a>", was not yet even 36 years old.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXf4cz2aLjL9d6eHugnef8JK8k380jUOLNiEZ8EhORPziTcxhLmjz45kUlWcjYL75NXUmI0f5qXwLyJ2ZIMAhtVMZJ4oK0HcqIDwgY9mH3AguXBqWD7cWodcuwlhqvYDMyaEelsWDy2TXbuIQ7KQwreU7RHxKG13DycCXMb4Xr_s97PSFEePHPBSWgyA/s359/1_blue-hawaii-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXf4cz2aLjL9d6eHugnef8JK8k380jUOLNiEZ8EhORPziTcxhLmjz45kUlWcjYL75NXUmI0f5qXwLyJ2ZIMAhtVMZJ4oK0HcqIDwgY9mH3AguXBqWD7cWodcuwlhqvYDMyaEelsWDy2TXbuIQ7KQwreU7RHxKG13DycCXMb4Xr_s97PSFEePHPBSWgyA/s320/1_blue-hawaii-3.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The "plot", as found at <a href="https://www.cinemaclock.com/movies/blue-hawaii-1961" target="_blank"><i>Cinemaclock</i></a>: "After two years in the Army, Chad Gates (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/837/elvis-presley" target="_blank">Elvis</a>) returns to Hawaii, where he defies his wealthy and domineering Southern mother (Lansbury) by refusing to take a job in his father's prosperous pineapple business. Instead, he goes to work as a guide for the tourist agency where Maile (<a href="https://elviswomen.greggers.net/blackmanjoan.htm" target="_blank">Joan Blackman</a> of <b>Pets</b> [1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxeIbnay3KA&ab_channel=EK" target="_blank">trailer</a>]), his French-Hawaiian girlfriend, is employed. His first assignment is to escort schoolteacher Abigail Prentace (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/68523380/nancy-driver" target="_blank">Nancy Walters</a> [26 Jun 1933 – 29 Sep 2009] of <b>Monster on Campus</b> [1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtKbJ31eUlc&ab_channel=Eurekaentertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) and four teen-aged girls around the island. At a luau, Chad gets into a fight with a drunken tourist who has made advances toward one of the teenagers, and he is hauled off to jail. Later, Chad is reprimanded by his mother, who blames the row on Maile's influence. Maile, on the other hand, is suspicious of Abigail's interest in Chad; she is unaware that it is Chad's uncle, Jack Kelman (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/45773166/john-archer" target="_blank">John Archer</a> [8 May 1915 – 3 Dec 1999] of <b>Bowery at Midnight</b> [1942 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBk0_ZTC8-0&ab_channel=PublicDomainFilms" target="_blank">full PD film</a>]), with whom the young teacher has fallen in love. All misunderstandings are resolved, however, and Chad and Maile plan to marry and open their own tourist agency. Chad's father (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/48074540/roland-winters" target="_blank">Roland Winters</a> [22 Nov 1904 – 22 Oct 1989] of <b>Killer Shark</b> [1950 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEIUpY0exOk&ab_channel=COSMICIGUANA-MOVIESnMORE%21" target="_blank">full movie</a>]), with the sly assistance of Uncle Jack, agrees to let Chad and Maile handle all the arrangements for his company's next convention on the island. Even Mrs. Gates is won over during the colorful Hawaiian wedding."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9IVDyIbmFTFfcnhMWv_g6kPSz2Zm7n-Wmit0-qdMb5JuLhVD3lvKayFPi2onOy-NB8H_eUj0-2jtze8gKPE9CMI1-RhbJfQrTvDrT2kNgzXrTMFGH9ds6dU7CSHPKKy16Ow8UD0I33CdKVpeBni4nyCOo4hSmync7veGRFVDNZpE3J2CXOOE_dBz3-A/s898/1_blue-hawaii-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="586" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9IVDyIbmFTFfcnhMWv_g6kPSz2Zm7n-Wmit0-qdMb5JuLhVD3lvKayFPi2onOy-NB8H_eUj0-2jtze8gKPE9CMI1-RhbJfQrTvDrT2kNgzXrTMFGH9ds6dU7CSHPKKy16Ow8UD0I33CdKVpeBni4nyCOo4hSmync7veGRFVDNZpE3J2CXOOE_dBz3-A/s320/1_blue-hawaii-1.jpg" width="209" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Elvis and Hawaii just fit well, and he's helped along by breathtaking photography, exotic South Seas locales, a competent supporting cast, a (relatively) witty script, and a host of good songs. [<i><a href="https://teleport-city.com/2013/12/30/aloha-from-hawaii/" target="_blank">Teleport City</a></i>]"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">From the movie —</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Elvis sings <i>Ito Eats</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s1jb7o8GlrQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="s1jb7o8GlrQ"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Europe in the Raw</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">(1963, writ. & dir. Russ Meyer)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVJxU-D_XbATPuA8lddwzQxWYOKCIxbIBU17ba5rfiU5z7Kgpa-ZedmdySKVM4sIN7peuqK0gL5TsiOBfVqKjfomxnRYpXY5GjMefkGliaCpc1zX5lVe2H3_cjuNyocrwht8hh0lWS4H_2KcpaMz9FR90qRV84rTOxJ7n-kzPY5I2gBwjZ_DKCgR0ag/s540/2_EITR_3b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="360" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVJxU-D_XbATPuA8lddwzQxWYOKCIxbIBU17ba5rfiU5z7Kgpa-ZedmdySKVM4sIN7peuqK0gL5TsiOBfVqKjfomxnRYpXY5GjMefkGliaCpc1zX5lVe2H3_cjuNyocrwht8hh0lWS4H_2KcpaMz9FR90qRV84rTOxJ7n-kzPY5I2gBwjZ_DKCgR0ag/s320/2_EITR_3b.jpg" width="213" /></a></div></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The popularity and success of<b> Mondo Cane</b> (1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9-ze5kw69c&ab_channel=Intramovies" target="_blank">trailer</a>) says "Hello!", although Meyer only got around to using "mondo" in a title some three years later in <b>Mondo Topless</b> (1966), poster below. (<b>Mondo</b> <b>Topless </b>uses footage from <b>Europe in the Raw</b>, but as far as we can tell Ms. Ericson didn't make the cut.) That said, one could argue that <b>Europe in the Raw</b> owes more to earlier proto-mondos such as, for example, <b>European Nights</b> (1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw-LpP0hibM&ab_channel=ThisandThat..." target="_blank">full film</a>, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/89857809/alessandro-blasetti" target="_blank">Alessandro Blasetti</a>) or <b>World By Night</b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ULvnksuOQA&ab_channel=ThisandThat..." target="_blank">full film</a>, by <a href="https://www.artandpopularculture.com/Luigi_Vanzi" target="_blank">Luigi Vanzi</a>), both of which were written by <b>Mondo Cane</b> mastermind <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/08/rip-gualtiero-jacopetti_22.html" target="_blank">Gualtiero Jacopetti</a></b> (the first along with Ennio De Concini).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0luhjXAx0nk01D7_ni_JEYeibxMT8P6uIggEVcjgSFvKDDMl-07ojpgZwCFgJhueGD1tn8q3LdBs9lM0E_kCLuDDYGGVozN6qexrazPMrwAk4aPHKoyCygaYRAoMeAxhjFHKzCagssL_xuPTWyOfSYHAmabaKwrsQ93GTM97uLD_6IrMKWDaeUR8FQ/s864/2_Mondo_topless_poster_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="864" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0luhjXAx0nk01D7_ni_JEYeibxMT8P6uIggEVcjgSFvKDDMl-07ojpgZwCFgJhueGD1tn8q3LdBs9lM0E_kCLuDDYGGVozN6qexrazPMrwAk4aPHKoyCygaYRAoMeAxhjFHKzCagssL_xuPTWyOfSYHAmabaKwrsQ93GTM97uLD_6IrMKWDaeUR8FQ/s320/2_Mondo_topless_poster_03.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<b>Europe in the Raw</b> is one of the more obscure Russ Meyer movies and was one of his last 'nudie cuties'. As with his previous movies, <b>The Immoral Mr. Teas </b>(1959 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/TheImmoralMrTeasRippedByZoo_201611" target="_blank">full film</a>), <b>Eve and the Handyman </b>(1961 / <a href="https://www.mondo.tube/watch/eve-and-the-handyman-1961/" target="_blank">full film</a>) and <b>Wild Gals of the Naked West</b> (1962, see: <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html" target="_blank"><b>Princess Livingston</b></a>), this movie features no dialogue, but rather narration. The hook this time is an unnamed cameraman visiting different countries in Europe with an suitcase containing a hidden camera (which is rather easily to spot) filming not only landmarks each country is famous for but also several red-light districts and night clubs, giving Americans a look at Europeans in the raw. <b>Europe in the Raw </b>has even less plot than <b>Eve</b>, <b>Teas </b>or <b>Naked West</b>. It's simply a travelogue about several European countries with an occasional boob inserted here and there. Take away the naked girls, of which there aren't actually much, and all that is left is quite a little informative piece about Europe and handy for everybody intending to pay the countries featured a visit. [<a href="https://www.mikeymo.nl/movies/reviews/europe-in-the-raw" target="_blank"><i>Mikey</i></a>]"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9BV-Oks2BVEKo6i6wTUhIrbBZs3lmk-7ek4V9DDrwR0mHQLaSe_YP5H-_pO9AvgUsHRhajmK1HORlHPghRrY1beBDmSAbQQIEp4xCQ5frzk6meG6mN3PMknH05KElfmpSubfuE9QABSmciDckd1KHz7tQDiNpUjLnYX8FE-96PYmdT_1PYk28L8UXQ/s550/2_EITR.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="550" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9BV-Oks2BVEKo6i6wTUhIrbBZs3lmk-7ek4V9DDrwR0mHQLaSe_YP5H-_pO9AvgUsHRhajmK1HORlHPghRrY1beBDmSAbQQIEp4xCQ5frzk6meG6mN3PMknH05KElfmpSubfuE9QABSmciDckd1KHz7tQDiNpUjLnYX8FE-96PYmdT_1PYk28L8UXQ/s320/2_EITR.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Europe in the Raw</i> — Florence:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Dw7WpahGCXs" width="320" youtube-src-id="Dw7WpahGCXs"></iframe></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Despite the fact that <b>Europe in the Raw</b> was released before Russ Meyer's European project <b>Fanny Hill</b> (1964 / see further below), the documentary was supposedly shot after he completed the <a href="https://www.jmberlin.de/en/artur-brauner-collection" target="_blank">Artur Brauner</a> & <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6096305/albert-zugsmith" target="_blank">Albert Zugsmith</a>-financed costume movie. All in all, however, like all mondos and proto-mondos, <b>Europe in Raw</b> is more of a faux-documentary than a real one. Sold as filmed in Europe, <b>Europe in Raw</b> supposedly looks at "tourist attractions, including prostitutes and striptease clubs, [...] in Belgium, Rotterdam, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Stockholm, Hamburg, Berlin, Vienna, Venice, Florence, Rome, Pisa, Portofino, Rapallo, Nice, Nancy, and Paris. [<i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Film/18712-EUROPE-INTHERAW?sid=d3500cf3-f5ca-466f-9139-cd9ea5f8940f&sr=13.101588&cp=1&pos=0" target="_blank">AFI Catalog</a></i>]" That "fact", like just how European the breasts of the movie are, should be taken with a grain of salt. Take note of the wonderful Californian desert scenery, for example, behind the "Dutch" <strike>breasts</strike> gal below...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFEX_7B_R1hr4xUvYvB1HVkoNmUaNIbg33kxSwB_nY2qoGhJvXa1J_jEGTYCN3sJmCpHhvNGkkZBoo8YBwFMLZC1wTE9tYRh14eRDH19LdChS6Wh7m5_4CM-6CoJfzeCcMF2umlqSP0NkU8QmctGr8sonVrEEA-1mfivq5Ne-nycmLAMutiorTIJvYw/s632/2_EITR_3c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="421" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFEX_7B_R1hr4xUvYvB1HVkoNmUaNIbg33kxSwB_nY2qoGhJvXa1J_jEGTYCN3sJmCpHhvNGkkZBoo8YBwFMLZC1wTE9tYRh14eRDH19LdChS6Wh7m5_4CM-6CoJfzeCcMF2umlqSP0NkU8QmctGr8sonVrEEA-1mfivq5Ne-nycmLAMutiorTIJvYw/s320/2_EITR_3c.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>"Dutch" girl playing ping-pong from</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Europe in the Raw</i>: (On Computer)</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzWCO3sLc37E-Ztw580G6Pjd8YFDDVurQtJsw3MS6YqSvOQyZrM6EpefAPS6b0eJfrbZsDXX00P8a_ArGV4vA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></b></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">True, in <b>Europe in the Raw</b> we do see the camera in the bag that Russ Meyer supposedly dragged around, and we do see a lot of exteriors and stuff that are obviously the real thing, many of which are shot in a manner highly reflective of Russ Meyer's composition and style, but most of the interiors are nondescript enough to have been shot Anywhere, USA. Also, not only do we see (above) the big-breasted "Dutch" girl with braided hair playing ping-pong in an obviously Californian landscape, but other women seen lounging outside (if for but split seconds) are lounging in decidedly non-European places... and must we mention the American <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Cara_Peters" target="_blank">Cara Peters</a> (of <b>Space Thing</b> [1968 / <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcspk" target="_blank">trailer</a>] & <b>Massacre Mafia Style</b> [1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecNl_d0F008&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>], seen below from a demure 1968 issue of <i>Playboy</i>) as the Amsterdam tourist in a red towel? Even the extremely minor part that the uncredited Veronica Ericson plays screams "fake news": she appears as a "French hooker".</span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTE2Fy-hUVNjhgu9vjrAgzt6wR0DRkD3x0mMXBGOjZpilhLZE_jOvoAFXBUkODTgWllz0p6yuva69x-kWMgfgdLbIm1LqyGlgKX7ZRCpE82sSk-YhjgZBDEzIjHOP9FEP3v60WbDsueetyy4c2mYTrZnyBMs4IghyphenhyphenXXgADhE_X0zKSrfQxuv-c0J6ryA/s896/2_EITR_2_Cara+Peters+Playboy+Magazine+1968.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="556" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTE2Fy-hUVNjhgu9vjrAgzt6wR0DRkD3x0mMXBGOjZpilhLZE_jOvoAFXBUkODTgWllz0p6yuva69x-kWMgfgdLbIm1LqyGlgKX7ZRCpE82sSk-YhjgZBDEzIjHOP9FEP3v60WbDsueetyy4c2mYTrZnyBMs4IghyphenhyphenXXgADhE_X0zKSrfQxuv-c0J6ryA/s320/2_EITR_2_Cara+Peters+Playboy+Magazine+1968.jpg" width="199" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Striptease from</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Europe in the Raw</i>:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyN7VxJikAhD1hSAR8vunKcZi9NLNR3ZKdrJqCL2NirqDyyGUZgZQrZzTQXNeBftri7u3bFYbZjEfE3dePLmA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> </b></span></span></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Not quite nude enough to satisfy nudie-cutie enthusiasts and just a shade too blue to work as a light documentary on the finer tourist spots in Europe [...]. Conventional wisdom states that it is one of Meyer's most trifling efforts [...]. But, in the year of our Lord 2021, I'm not so sure this assessment is entirely correct given the almost incalculable value viewers will get from seeing beautifully shot Europe as it was in 1963 [...]. So, yes, on one hand, <b>Europe in the Raw</b> is pretty dull. On the other hand, it's at least pretty. [...] We could just classify <b>Europe in the Raw </b>as a travelogue with boobs, and, to the latter point, only sometimes. As a travelogue, <b>Europe in the Raw</b> shows just what a gifted filmmaker Meyer was and, ironically, it is this aspect is the film's greatest achievement as the copious amount of footage of vintage neon signage and staggeringly captured European architecture makes the nudity almost a secondary concern. [...] Meyer bounds through Europe and shutterbugging everything he can, making the film feel like a vacation slide deck where a few errant images of a more adult nature 'accidentally' got slipped into the carousel to liven up the party. [...] While its reputation as a worthless endeavor kind of precedes it, <b>Europe in the Raw </b>is neither fish nor fowl. It's not a sad effort that stirs any adverse feelings [...], but it's certainly not the title I would pull off the shelf when introducing a living room full of people to the work of Russ Meyer. [<i><a href="https://podcastingthemsoftly.com/2021/07/08/the-russ-meyer-files-europe-in-the-raw-1963/" target="_blank">Podcasting Them Softly</a></i>]" </span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZpWhXi3mdP4C0-gkARvnqYZoSxeHLZUSDkIRLWsqxqrKg-irRhj4PEuzwtgZmRy3TmDmScBAIDBoDiWW9othF6NpucUcnpsFs6Uk8Vg5btThESWeOh_qRj_udS3iL_g2VZv8a18pFxnfDt2SxuBOzkZEqKMz6fV6IZkqsbJNWi-bX7q1KGfYFy3dNw/s260/2_EITR_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="211" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZpWhXi3mdP4C0-gkARvnqYZoSxeHLZUSDkIRLWsqxqrKg-irRhj4PEuzwtgZmRy3TmDmScBAIDBoDiWW9othF6NpucUcnpsFs6Uk8Vg5btThESWeOh_qRj_udS3iL_g2VZv8a18pFxnfDt2SxuBOzkZEqKMz6fV6IZkqsbJNWi-bX7q1KGfYFy3dNw/s1600/2_EITR_4.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At the <a href="http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/8989" target="_blank">Astor</a> in beautiful <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akron,_Ohio" target="_blank">Akron, Ohio</a>, <b>Europe in the Raw</b> seems to have played second fiddle to the 1953 "documentary" <b>Peek-A-Boo </b>(full film below), which is little more than yet another of forgotten <a href="https://burlesquegalaxy.com/a-school-for-strippers-the-abcs-of-stripping/" target="_blank">Lillian Hunt</a>'s<b>*</b> (mostly) stationary-camera, long-shot recordings of a burlesque shows (in the case of <b>Peek-A-Boo</b>, at the old <a href="https://losangelestheatres.blogspot.com/2019/05/burbank-theatre.html" target="_blank">Burbank Theater </a>in L.A.). As for the main double feature, <b>Diary of a Nature Girl</b> is probably <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10129455/doris-wishman" target="_blank">Doris Wishman</a>'s <b>Diary of a Nudist </b>(1961 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dK8vT6euugs&ab_channel=TheAwesomeChannel" target="_blank">full movie</a>), in which Doris does a nude cameo, while <b>Living Venus </b>(1961) is of course the early <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/10/rip-herschell-gordon-lewis-godfather-of.html" target="_blank">H.G. Lewis</a></b> nudie melodrama. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Born Lily Izen, Lillian Hunt was a former tap dancer who ran away from home as a teen and married an actor in a show she was dancing in. They had a daughter before he deserted her and she moved into the chorus. There she met comedian Leon DeVoe whom she would marry and spend the rest of her life with, eventually moving to California to do choreography at the Follies, a burlesque house in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. [<b>Goddess of Love Incarnate: The Life of Stripteuse Lili St. Cyr</b> by Leslie Zemeckis]"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsS0ivanScanEmcy0lDgEW6-4v2PXEY3V3aVxg6C4FfTI9eCVvBXxIIHbSMyvoVwQdrOEB0VVMa64FfNDS2x9dumW-JQjun4CsHpyJM73_1LtpW_VtbZ6ZpQfbJ_2xVn7M31rVpLCzbATbFQub4gnPZMALB36GM7VvDBPndN2F9O3GZiyD13KrNqa4Q/s2919/2_poster_01peek-a-boo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2919" data-original-width="1971" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsS0ivanScanEmcy0lDgEW6-4v2PXEY3V3aVxg6C4FfTI9eCVvBXxIIHbSMyvoVwQdrOEB0VVMa64FfNDS2x9dumW-JQjun4CsHpyJM73_1LtpW_VtbZ6ZpQfbJ_2xVn7M31rVpLCzbATbFQub4gnPZMALB36GM7VvDBPndN2F9O3GZiyD13KrNqa4Q/s320/2_poster_01peek-a-boo.jpg" width="216" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Lillian Hunt's</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Peek-A-Boo </i>(1953):</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-F9E3NdMEJE" width="320" youtube-src-id="-F9E3NdMEJE"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Elsewhere, at the <a href="http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/14704" target="_blank">Art</a> in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birmingham,_Alabama" target="_blank">Birmingham</a>, <b>Europe in the Raw</b> got paired with <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/24815257/jackson-barrett-mahon" target="_blank">Barry Mahon</a>'s<b> She Should Have Stayed in Bed</b> (1963 / <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6404n" target="_blank">boobs</a>), which we look at in the Babe of Yesteryear entry on <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/09/babe-of-yesteryear-gigi-darlene-part-i.html" target="_blank"><b>Gigi Darlene, Part I</b></a>. Some of the footage of the babes and boobs of <b>Europe in the Raw</b> was eventually edited into Meyer's other "documentary", the previously mentioned <b>Mondo Topless</b> (1966).</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdCuLsErimFC6JJgtES4xPUyw6_Tdk0B1MGUdtDnyvXATL527GC2RX-cUsOI8kBln5zk27AauuLiCNr-hw7y2zIxaHm9Haqy2u_UtJ1YT3kwU1mrYKbq0LKneFf8p-RbLsXoDLJ44K06Oz7a0x3cfSctF0dDmaN2xkW6vactnWQ0hwhruZ0mnzRK2RQ/s1000/2_EITR_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="546" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdCuLsErimFC6JJgtES4xPUyw6_Tdk0B1MGUdtDnyvXATL527GC2RX-cUsOI8kBln5zk27AauuLiCNr-hw7y2zIxaHm9Haqy2u_UtJ1YT3kwU1mrYKbq0LKneFf8p-RbLsXoDLJ44K06Oz7a0x3cfSctF0dDmaN2xkW6vactnWQ0hwhruZ0mnzRK2RQ/s320/2_EITR_5.jpg" width="175" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Wet breasts fr</span></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">om</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Europe in the Raw</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwVL6hbHC1c7ijNmkyCy2JnHY0-vRvVOkHnDwx8H5v4sLM2Z7_VLts5aTLFaln6ZL2M2WEw8_KuVdeqgnFqBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div> </span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Russ Meyer's Fanny Hill</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1964, dir. Russ Meyer</b>)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypG42Vx_lVVLxQFK1dLXa5_sw1l06iY0kamlxsE3YyYW7wRSBrsVrkolzJIbY04t0DIbDvUbIwuKEVljma0GRGtPncgN3SjhF_4GFbjM5NhFJM3yZJnnnZF8ktKs9Aum2-sou0BBCIBBbWUWj22OAFBJvw0gJxNJ90-r09UuJ9EdHuOKCilHTmiY0NA/s540/3_FannyHill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="360" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypG42Vx_lVVLxQFK1dLXa5_sw1l06iY0kamlxsE3YyYW7wRSBrsVrkolzJIbY04t0DIbDvUbIwuKEVljma0GRGtPncgN3SjhF_4GFbjM5NhFJM3yZJnnnZF8ktKs9Aum2-sou0BBCIBBbWUWj22OAFBJvw0gJxNJ90-r09UuJ9EdHuOKCilHTmiY0NA/s320/3_FannyHill.jpg" width="213" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cyKBH5wtL5N2xkLbBoYcmnpX24F8TVK_QLejnlG7qKbdjPf00OOJ6SJgHo908cmsMq7FGJZrvWlDBq7BlZceMATKL78NeVvexHZ4pK56du_AYJ81vPpnKS4BxAFCYFLnjZ6O_35XAfeeBHquNb9bHwOWbu_3o2TG6wGaAhuk-7_clydfs0TUbHw6aw/s1024/3_fanny-hill_727007_37799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>I felt a movement! I think that there might be a mouse in this haystack</i>."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Fanny Hill (<a href="https://www.pulpinternational.com/pulp/entry/Photo-of-Leticia-Roman-circa-1966.html" target="_blank">Leticia Roman</a>)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cyKBH5wtL5N2xkLbBoYcmnpX24F8TVK_QLejnlG7qKbdjPf00OOJ6SJgHo908cmsMq7FGJZrvWlDBq7BlZceMATKL78NeVvexHZ4pK56du_AYJ81vPpnKS4BxAFCYFLnjZ6O_35XAfeeBHquNb9bHwOWbu_3o2TG6wGaAhuk-7_clydfs0TUbHw6aw/s1024/3_fanny-hill_727007_37799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="1024" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cyKBH5wtL5N2xkLbBoYcmnpX24F8TVK_QLejnlG7qKbdjPf00OOJ6SJgHo908cmsMq7FGJZrvWlDBq7BlZceMATKL78NeVvexHZ4pK56du_AYJ81vPpnKS4BxAFCYFLnjZ6O_35XAfeeBHquNb9bHwOWbu_3o2TG6wGaAhuk-7_clydfs0TUbHw6aw/s320/3_fanny-hill_727007_37799.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Veronica Ericson, credited as "Erica Ericson", has a speaking part as Emily in this Russ Meyer film, but her appearance (above) is far more impressive than her delivery. <b>Fanny Hill</b> is one of the few, if not only, directorial project for which Russ Meyer did not have complete creative control: according to the <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058088/trivia/?ref_=tt_ql_trv" target="_blank"><i>imdb</i></a>, Russ Meyer and producer <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6096305/albert-zugsmith" target="_blank">Albert Zugsmith</a> (24 Aug 1910 – 26 Oct 1993) did not see eye to eye during the shoot because Meyer wanted to make a serious movie and Zugsmith was more interested in making a slapstick comedy. (What Artur Brauner wanted is not known.) Based on <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12683730/john-cleland" target="_blank">John Cleland</a>'s early and famous novel from 1748, <b>Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure</b>, which as late as 1963 still led to obscenity charges in the US,<b>*</b> the movie was filmed in Spandau, outside Berlin. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9NypBQmwuB9rxPoSzjLjRrbGS74gLnUebSoWgWqRWkBhQbKASxpnAFhG7QQgRqa0rWwPj8pLICGcg-UpDtkn6tULHtJ8ubXyxq5d9T_FAvjk4B1bRDyLVM64mxYxl00wTW5SS5upXqBGOkwjBOix2L1ncKnKqoFsOSAriUWwxJbm2mSN4igeV9_Auw/s1920/3_FannyHill_backdrop-1920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9NypBQmwuB9rxPoSzjLjRrbGS74gLnUebSoWgWqRWkBhQbKASxpnAFhG7QQgRqa0rWwPj8pLICGcg-UpDtkn6tULHtJ8ubXyxq5d9T_FAvjk4B1bRDyLVM64mxYxl00wTW5SS5upXqBGOkwjBOix2L1ncKnKqoFsOSAriUWwxJbm2mSN4igeV9_Auw/s320/3_FannyHill_backdrop-1920.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>* </b></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In 1966, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Supreme_Court" target="_blank">United States Supreme Court</a> ruled in <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memoirs_v._Massachusetts" target="_blank">Memoirs v. Massachusetts</a></i> that <b>Fanny Hill</b> was not obscene, thus opening the door for its legal publication nationally.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLc-C7XQpKwnTgee4G1iU4Z5cehJL9kivcPiFjpSlSIxdAHsHQ_toTOhKoCn1JGDjLq9DGIi7oa1QbJ_-ZQcfTUp8Wu4x1zc6SRRDwApxAObwYcvIeqGNABmAJ0p4K0wSB6S2rXl_dyCfqCC0FC_hKAqk1gR_c8LamafKpjbPjc_HafpqFuKA-NhSOg/s399/3_FannyHill_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="399" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLc-C7XQpKwnTgee4G1iU4Z5cehJL9kivcPiFjpSlSIxdAHsHQ_toTOhKoCn1JGDjLq9DGIi7oa1QbJ_-ZQcfTUp8Wu4x1zc6SRRDwApxAObwYcvIeqGNABmAJ0p4K0wSB6S2rXl_dyCfqCC0FC_hKAqk1gR_c8LamafKpjbPjc_HafpqFuKA-NhSOg/s320/3_FannyHill_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We looked at <b>Fanny Hill</b> briefly way back in Dec 2011 in our <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip-walter-giller.html December 2011" target="_blank"><b>R.I.P. Walter Giller</b></a> career review, where we mentioned: "Walter Giller plays 'Hemingway' in this European movie version of John Cleland's novel, which may be one of the weakest and least distinctive of all Russ Meyer films, but is still a Russ Meyer film — so let's put the blame on his co-scriptwriter Robert Hill, who scripted a number of early psychotronic films such as, among others: <b>Dog Eat Dog</b> (1964 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLfzIEa0AUA" target="_blank">trailer</a>),<b> Confessions of an Opium Eater </b>(1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CJ1wQ0r2jQ&ab_channel=VincentPrice" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>Sex Kittens Go to College</b> (1960 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rz9TXhs4Cjk" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>She Gods of Shark Reef</b> (1958 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBv1o7Px47w&ab_channel=CultCinemaClassics" target="_blank">full film</a>), <b>The Girl in the Kremlin</b> (1957 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_mltoYaNQU" target="_blank">hair-shaving scene</a>) and <b>Female on the Beach</b> (1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzYjryvcujA&ab_channel=TrailerChan" target="_blank">trailer</a>). </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_uBOt2pcMFy7kFP9-rfMDV-stoLr793Y6fNCYc35a1UHnwiW0MbnRKCmPTv8FxfUEcxbpa-vSHYdh0vtasxR_pWDTQ53UZ5Ke1CSOMuGINOldoTgBsJdNUTmhPa5US63R9T5lIUksrZesZtqygnzl7YViiITwmGx-NEmLR03QoT22wsBBkDYSTgYuw/s430/CL18321.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_uBOt2pcMFy7kFP9-rfMDV-stoLr793Y6fNCYc35a1UHnwiW0MbnRKCmPTv8FxfUEcxbpa-vSHYdh0vtasxR_pWDTQ53UZ5Ke1CSOMuGINOldoTgBsJdNUTmhPa5US63R9T5lIUksrZesZtqygnzl7YViiITwmGx-NEmLR03QoT22wsBBkDYSTgYuw/s320/CL18321.jpg" width="230" /></a></div>The delicious <a href="http://www.glamourgirlsofthesilverscreen.com/show/465/Leticia+Roman/index.html" target="_blank">Letícia Román</a> (<b>The Evil Eye</b> [1964 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHzhCEeq6bM" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) plays the titular female, while the film legend <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8672/miriam-hopkins" target="_blank">Miriam Hopkins</a> (<b>Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde</b> [1931 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE5SgYjK0K4&pp=ygUpRHIuIEpla3lsbCBhbmQgTXIuIEh5ZGUgWzE5MzEgLyBmdWxsIGZpbG0%3D&ab_channel=TheCinemaArchives" target="_blank">full film</a>), <b>Becky Sharp</b> [1935 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-P_Ira6kgE" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>The Heiress</b> [1949 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBtIN2he4IE" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) plays Mrs. Maude Brown, the bordello mother. Others notable members of the cast include <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/88186814/alexander-d%27arcy" target="_blank">Alexander D'Arcy</a> (of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/04/horrors-of-spider-island.html" target="_blank"><b>Horrors of Spider Island</b></a> [1960]) and future trash-film director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/231877432/ulli-lommel" target="_blank">Ulli Lommel</a>,<b>*</b> who shows up in the end dressed in drag to save the virtuous damsel. The plot, according to <a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=Eduardo%20Casais%20%3Ceduardo.casais@nokia.com%3E&view=simple&sort=alpha" target="_blank">Eduardo Casais</a> at <i>imdb</i>: "Young, pretty and innocent Fanny Hill has lost her parents and must find her way in life amidst the perils of turbulent 18th century London. She is fortunate enough to find rapidly a place as chambermaid of the effusive Mrs. Brown. Mrs. Brown lives in a large house teeming with female 'relatives' in négligée and with very relaxed manners. She also insists that Fanny meets alone various gentlemen who show an ardent interest in Fanny."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CG-9yQaZkDA9gcD9neLDJEYTu0jXuB7IdE7Mku1YdTvdyUxr4MBg87_MW2Nr-gK3QCHlsICz6OFu56Axktf8Pm5xk1ljTaVe66EitqPgSVpIlYGLjCzkocQwy96HbwIG7C-uEQS3afk2yHIstwommeEUom9lnuoNEsEcdNwioIuoYDTglI24q6LV9g/s944/Russ%20Meyer's%20Fanny%20Hill%20(1964).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="944" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CG-9yQaZkDA9gcD9neLDJEYTu0jXuB7IdE7Mku1YdTvdyUxr4MBg87_MW2Nr-gK3QCHlsICz6OFu56Axktf8Pm5xk1ljTaVe66EitqPgSVpIlYGLjCzkocQwy96HbwIG7C-uEQS3afk2yHIstwommeEUom9lnuoNEsEcdNwioIuoYDTglI24q6LV9g/s320/Russ%20Meyer's%20Fanny%20Hill%20(1964).png" width="320" /></a></div>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The only Ulli Lommel films we had the displeasure of seeing so far are <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2008/02/brainwavesmind-games-usa-1983.html" target="_blank">BrainWaves</a> </b>(1982) and <b>Tenderness of the Wolves</b> (1973 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_gT12gA7Wo&ab_channel=UnseenTrailers" target="_blank">German trailer</a>)... the latter of which is sort of watchable. Lommel is infamous for barely ever making a truly watchable movie.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDE1kPs23-Z61ddRRjeAyK9aOXGt4f3XuLYDyH6d4LJ56u-sw16Zz62vFLaYeTKq5cYsY_qH4TpoLsZuHPYhVrMr99wiQleW1tO7mCK9GqvnzX3VtTbFm8DxDSRMZ4sxEDSMQ6bcD3RSUyqTQJJXI9OwjBoH-mMAIQpryteklCpo3IqdHIaiEmD2svA/s779/3_FannyHill_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDE1kPs23-Z61ddRRjeAyK9aOXGt4f3XuLYDyH6d4LJ56u-sw16Zz62vFLaYeTKq5cYsY_qH4TpoLsZuHPYhVrMr99wiQleW1tO7mCK9GqvnzX3VtTbFm8DxDSRMZ4sxEDSMQ6bcD3RSUyqTQJJXI9OwjBoH-mMAIQpryteklCpo3IqdHIaiEmD2svA/s320/3_FannyHill_2.jpg" width="123" /></a></div></b></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Russ Meyer's Fanny Hill</i>:</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qyc-Xi2d_iM" width="320" youtube-src-id="Qyc-Xi2d_iM"></iframe></div></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>F</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>anny Hill</b> is the final film appearance of the German-language actress Karin Evans (25 Sept 1907 – 1 Jul 2004), who once starred in the relatively overlooked (and truly excellent) East German film classic, <b>Blum Affair</b> (1948 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvmMIvuYtbk&ab_channel=kaygee425" target="_blank">full film</a>). Noteworthy: Russ Meyer met and fell in love the German actress <a href="https://www.babepedia.com/babe/Rena_Horten" target="_blank">Rena Horten</a> a.k.a Renatte Hutte (11 Feb 1941 – 11 Nov 2009) and her assets on the set of <b>Fanny Hill</b> and was eventually driven to create his unappreciated roughie masterpiece <b>Mudhoney </b>(1965 / see: <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html" target="_blank"><b>Princess Livingston</b></a>) around her.</span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTxKdOOuKHRTj_YPRZ8oRVTvfmuSBIGAQ79bzfMTaAM_9lPiMq7TtJf3SPEO-FbDzseFQYmCGGe18Lo09mYzofqH5herFUndX8pC2NFFn-X6BR3zkY4A20kU35PhCSq-r_ht9rMYwo8HrYGjykVZcFfjqaihorhjSz4ofDzOCMjBpxyT8cdC0F4IgFw/s629/3_FannyHill_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTxKdOOuKHRTj_YPRZ8oRVTvfmuSBIGAQ79bzfMTaAM_9lPiMq7TtJf3SPEO-FbDzseFQYmCGGe18Lo09mYzofqH5herFUndX8pC2NFFn-X6BR3zkY4A20kU35PhCSq-r_ht9rMYwo8HrYGjykVZcFfjqaihorhjSz4ofDzOCMjBpxyT8cdC0F4IgFw/s320/3_FannyHill_1.jpg" width="153" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Although viewed as a lower echelon Meyer film, some people don't find <b>Fanny Hill</b> that bad: "If nothing else <b>Fanny Hill</b> shows how good of a director Russ Meyer truly was. The sleepwalking chase scene is fantastic, as is Fanny's back and forth with an equally shy man who is looking for a woman to sleep with that understands him. Beyond Meyer's direction, the performances are damn good, never crossing the line to being hammy or over the top, which is incredibly easy when dealing with content and style such as this. This is a great little film [...]. [<a href="http://celluloidterror.blogspot.com/2013/12/fanny-hill-phantom-gunslinger-blu-ray.html" target="_blank"><i>Celluloid Terror</i></a>]"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWsmqQSvm46Nfd2cFb9WDnTOOxPxPqHXp5VDr9VhTvKXWir4L_bfDAmIYzmII4_t65y5YjYQOKGC5TX06EIIQP0swwT2_EDcEAbK0UvVoOfAmnsVqr8zC7KX61vsq4d6wvhCZUt8Q3yN5BVFAcLTjK3QAl0NCuWIbN_NXAGuxWLFAruI78jQBd2lLcA/s529/Screenshot%202023-11-03%20at%2014-40-17%20Russ%20Meyer's%20Fanny%20Hill%20(1964).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="375" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWsmqQSvm46Nfd2cFb9WDnTOOxPxPqHXp5VDr9VhTvKXWir4L_bfDAmIYzmII4_t65y5YjYQOKGC5TX06EIIQP0swwT2_EDcEAbK0UvVoOfAmnsVqr8zC7KX61vsq4d6wvhCZUt8Q3yN5BVFAcLTjK3QAl0NCuWIbN_NXAGuxWLFAruI78jQBd2lLcA/s320/Screenshot%202023-11-03%20at%2014-40-17%20Russ%20Meyer's%20Fanny%20Hill%20(1964).png" width="227" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Swinger</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">(1966, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6628532/george-sidney" target="_blank">George Sidney</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_fCE8nH0PKcCYil2bIVi2zGUQlr3nTq8-KiraAw1eYnbUAPfcrXqlZp-ODpSalTXewQMr37df7Mc_DrQf7c-qYXNNUa6LkrEERKjo2Kvw1X0s-2Oj0bWXypUihqkuN8OZ8su0tKy34Ik4GbzL_2HeFPidYDH52nWqxb4MJYJnCUIyuO_0hcbmBKnYA/s1539/4_Swinger_2_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="991" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_fCE8nH0PKcCYil2bIVi2zGUQlr3nTq8-KiraAw1eYnbUAPfcrXqlZp-ODpSalTXewQMr37df7Mc_DrQf7c-qYXNNUa6LkrEERKjo2Kvw1X0s-2Oj0bWXypUihqkuN8OZ8su0tKy34Ik4GbzL_2HeFPidYDH52nWqxb4MJYJnCUIyuO_0hcbmBKnYA/s320/4_Swinger_2_.jpg" width="206" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Title track sung by Ann-Margret:</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/37Ev8gF6Z-U" width="320" youtube-src-id="37Ev8gF6Z-U"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Veronica Ericson appears, uncredited, somewhere in this mostly forgotten movie as a model, as did <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>' Babe of Yesteryear, <b>Phyllis Davis</b>, whose <strike>breasts</strike> career we recently took a look at (go here for <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank"><b>Pt. I</b></a>). You can see the Veronica and Phyllis directly below, sitting next to each other, in the middle of the front row in the photograph of the women of <b>The Swinger</b>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftXGApzaWRp3g1Tt9UzwF0pvrR7S5yRUSNRhknRpCUru5pXbDC9YpkeZNLOUv9EkHh9Fwnn5eF0q_aRWA8mTsh521tP-la2TcM8nLeaRVdMzK5dxv8kXVrVtFIwuXMftZzZA2ZcTTy3awTJ6DtXJ-yAExQvSnuPdHYkvNPPDZDiaxuSLAa3of0ra1VQ/s753/lf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="753" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftXGApzaWRp3g1Tt9UzwF0pvrR7S5yRUSNRhknRpCUru5pXbDC9YpkeZNLOUv9EkHh9Fwnn5eF0q_aRWA8mTsh521tP-la2TcM8nLeaRVdMzK5dxv8kXVrVtFIwuXMftZzZA2ZcTTy3awTJ6DtXJ-yAExQvSnuPdHYkvNPPDZDiaxuSLAa3of0ra1VQ/s320/lf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In any event, when we looked at the film [for a second time] in the <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis Pt. I</a></b> blog entry, we more or less cobbled the following together: </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimAFiOiKQlP1xo9odGXq1Fm8w5LB0OdwqzSlb2WOkAn_ImRoN16hi2khDy23bkfoDM1Uz0u7qWNG5EfIH8Qasmw2OkfgDmJgdr7WjMuQMcM51c7tIva2ZUWBVmt8EJwr5Hj_LItcnpcLIWVSQr6cAQNPTeO5r0kQ0_PTdccWpvsbRkFvMMW5zcrVG-w/s960/4_TheSwinger_2a.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimAFiOiKQlP1xo9odGXq1Fm8w5LB0OdwqzSlb2WOkAn_ImRoN16hi2khDy23bkfoDM1Uz0u7qWNG5EfIH8Qasmw2OkfgDmJgdr7WjMuQMcM51c7tIva2ZUWBVmt8EJwr5Hj_LItcnpcLIWVSQr6cAQNPTeO5r0kQ0_PTdccWpvsbRkFvMMW5zcrVG-w/s320/4_TheSwinger_2a.webp" width="213" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6628532/george-sidney" target="_blank">George Sidney</a> (4 Oct 1916 – 5 May 2002), we might add, never made a feature film that we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> have watched to the end — although we still hope to make it through <b>Jupiter's Darling</b> (1955) one day...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyGnF7xZ1wgf_LTjIk28evu4EZJbFFs55X27qU3Z13MnxnPMYfA7pfSEMfbzGdIG4_PkpAHH22bYdFT_3joRHyTjVVg0VdPtppgPuK4d9F7v2Cg3zm31icpjkLEgxD_F1C7-H8ZgHEqox2zJu6U-l_8D7FQeIiXqoOZkv05q4TYFQMlxnTiymsw1Jdg/s320/4_Jupiter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="146" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyGnF7xZ1wgf_LTjIk28evu4EZJbFFs55X27qU3Z13MnxnPMYfA7pfSEMfbzGdIG4_PkpAHH22bYdFT_3joRHyTjVVg0VdPtppgPuK4d9F7v2Cg3zm31icpjkLEgxD_F1C7-H8ZgHEqox2zJu6U-l_8D7FQeIiXqoOZkv05q4TYFQMlxnTiymsw1Jdg/s1600/4_Jupiter.jpg" width="146" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Yes, it's a trailer to a real film —</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Jupiter's Darling</i> (1955):</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4MZ_9LMZnek" width="320" youtube-src-id="4MZ_9LMZnek"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We took a quick look at <b>The Swinger</b> way back in 2012 in our blog entry <b>They Died in September 2012, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/10/they-died-in-september-2012-part-iii.html" target="_blank">Part III</a></b>, which is when the character actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/96891755/lance-legault" target="_blank">Lance LeGualt</a> died — the film is his first screen credit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG7Tl2e7RdL3XxAiakaPKrKafTDX5fnceu7PoGiW2kdawoEgzwPmUCujMYFuaKBICgkEWEZi4G-Hs6iX0RocdT4TLXbuwUW8zP1HuuWygdDU86wX8omHX24FHQUybD_UVH9RYfsnR2l0zxnhyphenhyphenMKmh-_63C43p0SaPV2AmaOyoZwdc6r9TBtwnVVhisQ/s904/4_the-swinger-md-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG7Tl2e7RdL3XxAiakaPKrKafTDX5fnceu7PoGiW2kdawoEgzwPmUCujMYFuaKBICgkEWEZi4G-Hs6iX0RocdT4TLXbuwUW8zP1HuuWygdDU86wX8omHX24FHQUybD_UVH9RYfsnR2l0zxnhyphenhyphenMKmh-_63C43p0SaPV2AmaOyoZwdc6r9TBtwnVVhisQ/s320/4_the-swinger-md-web.jpg" width="227" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">There, we wrote: 'A 'hip' comedy from George Sidney [...]. <a href="https://www.tvguide.com/movies/the-swinger/review/2000112152/" target="_blank"><i>TV Guide</i></a> says: 'Ann-Margret plays a naive girl from Minnesota who wants to become a writer. The editors at the publication she sends her stories to, <i>Girl-Lure Magazine</i>, don't think her material is up to their standards of excitement and sexual exploitation. So Ann-Margret writes a story that will please publishers <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13072451/anthony-franciosa" target="_blank">[Anthony] Franciosa</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/17278831/robert-coote" target="_blank">[Robert] Coote</a>. She lifts lines out of other girlie publications and claims that they describe her own lifestyle. To prove it, she stages an orgy and has her neighbor, a cop, make a bust to heighten the luridness of the situation. This makes Franciosa believe it his duty to reform Ann-Margret. When he tries to do so, he discovers her true background. This film is a humorous satire against overly sex-oriented culture. Ann-Margret is good in a role that takes advantage of her bombshell image. The script also satirizes what that image represents.'"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVm1Laaote7Mz9V7DgkjNkHaIrDWCnzmriu2s-u_MZ9wD99_Cy8REEfUfdEREugAD0VMCcR9pSYrymsrW9aRHqo2zmBaolXK6lXrDqdRbsExblZXKZM86PnaF9rboxlnDP7y8yREMiQYW9dx0yKLSZv5JCjPsRYQvr3D-JL0reTuSBkKIV7njfjdLkkQ/s527/Screenshot%202023-11-01%20at%2010-44-10%20The%20Swinger%20(1966).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="348" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVm1Laaote7Mz9V7DgkjNkHaIrDWCnzmriu2s-u_MZ9wD99_Cy8REEfUfdEREugAD0VMCcR9pSYrymsrW9aRHqo2zmBaolXK6lXrDqdRbsExblZXKZM86PnaF9rboxlnDP7y8yREMiQYW9dx0yKLSZv5JCjPsRYQvr3D-JL0reTuSBkKIV7njfjdLkkQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-11-01%20at%2010-44-10%20The%20Swinger%20(1966).png" width="211" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Also sung by Ann-Margret in the movie,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>I Wanna Be Loved</i>:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q0Yd5Hyn-fo" width="320" youtube-src-id="Q0Yd5Hyn-fo"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">To the above, we would add: "One of the reasons <b>The Swinger</b> is such an adorably awful piece of cinema trash is that it tries so very hard to be 'hip' and fails at nearly every turn. During the 1960s, Hollywood was woefully behind the times. The counter-culture youth movement left Hollywood filmmakers clueless as to what the American public wanted to see. Old guard director George Sidney (who worked with Ann-Margret on <b>Bye, Bye Birdie</b>, 1963 [<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9t_mAyHZ9Is&ab_channel=humbi53" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>Viva Las Vegas</b>, 1964 [<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CUpdmvx9Ok&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) seems at a total loss with the material in <b>The Swinger</b>. [...] With its crazy costumes, wacky musical interludes and faux bohemian concepts, <b>The Swinger</b> is a star vehicle that features everything a bad movie aficionado could ask for. When Ann-Margret is added to the mix, well, that's when a movie like <b>The Swinger</b> truly becomes a slice of bad movie heaven. [<i><a href="https://www.jeffandwill.com/willknauss/2015/06/16/cool-cinema-trash-the-swinger/" target="_blank">Will Kraus</a></i>]"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXS13vJ76fyBHFPd_nmSnegSceE1NuQGfIkmZe8iZ9PjVmrk2fHRmebO0_UVJAkeyGPYzN7iVlRJbbAHMH_PAsKw25x9r8newDm-429tmt_3gTHO2UHP4EEbtMLz60IyEstXlIve-osdHZvkSkQ_tRN3LFWs322gjV3LJR5smOtWb_1tEGK4Xhx1wYQ/s711/4_TheSwinger_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXS13vJ76fyBHFPd_nmSnegSceE1NuQGfIkmZe8iZ9PjVmrk2fHRmebO0_UVJAkeyGPYzN7iVlRJbbAHMH_PAsKw25x9r8newDm-429tmt_3gTHO2UHP4EEbtMLz60IyEstXlIve-osdHZvkSkQ_tRN3LFWs322gjV3LJR5smOtWb_1tEGK4Xhx1wYQ/s320/4_TheSwinger_1.jpg" width="225" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>While it lasts –</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>The Swinger</i>:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HdVTfKtrf2o" width="320" youtube-src-id="HdVTfKtrf2o"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Robert Coote, who also does the narration in the movie, is found (and killed) in one of our favorite movies, the classic <b>Theatre of Blood</b> (1973)...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHIjlVkExxrOYGRH9-1s1ZnFv5byyLw_xuPE3nbvnbGvV2CfP25MOTCIV84dQQdB8q9TI962xhp4YXXU2a-SAZF4DGy001gLqeqifoDRgmRZUAtcIEIsRX3aTotDl11D979PcU4hCcfFN3hrC2v9P36k9b3X4EwrxuneB8cvFwYIh9lVgXbJaLMxJ5g/s682/4_theatre-of-blood-md-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHIjlVkExxrOYGRH9-1s1ZnFv5byyLw_xuPE3nbvnbGvV2CfP25MOTCIV84dQQdB8q9TI962xhp4YXXU2a-SAZF4DGy001gLqeqifoDRgmRZUAtcIEIsRX3aTotDl11D979PcU4hCcfFN3hrC2v9P36k9b3X4EwrxuneB8cvFwYIh9lVgXbJaLMxJ5g/s320/4_theatre-of-blood-md-web.jpg" width="225" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Theatre of Blood</i> (1973):</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cmboDDMPRVw" width="320" youtube-src-id="cmboDDMPRVw"></iframe></div></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">And, lastly</span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">, </span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">as this blog entry is in theory about her, a scene photo from </span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Swinger </span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">in which Veronica Ericson is clear to be seen at the left.</span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzjmkUadZSDG2xK31bWD5fyzCbnYSnxQv3jPf09FCP-LQvT96SiWQOcOZXSuaYde0HotAVKGuQV_VNDIdqCUTcn2Hd3Jc-Mx9VOjrO_S7XWzOuDXI3P_Ib0V8ikipeauEKcQ8lo8lflgGC1-iqOhgYamP_Hnbq45-UN2SbvMwLD27_yqMPxQIGAjBfg/s601/0_theswinger4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="601" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzjmkUadZSDG2xK31bWD5fyzCbnYSnxQv3jPf09FCP-LQvT96SiWQOcOZXSuaYde0HotAVKGuQV_VNDIdqCUTcn2Hd3Jc-Mx9VOjrO_S7XWzOuDXI3P_Ib0V8ikipeauEKcQ8lo8lflgGC1-iqOhgYamP_Hnbq45-UN2SbvMwLD27_yqMPxQIGAjBfg/s320/0_theswinger4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">No Way to Treat a Lady</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">(1968, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7831422/john-ronald-smight" target="_blank">Jack Smight</a>)</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEcPMNhpeNyipzbLIauSPB0V4xIhhZc2JFCVM4xDhV52n9pAWwYNG1B0zC8P0Mn6mm-my4oCrLb1On2W9S1mE9CfYCmIZp8EZ6hlTTQx9yYe32NRtiN8G2VkV5Qi6-fN8JXEr9PntnBHKDerlNeThPWGOtpmmuuq_-TLyjBKfgZxW0r94wN497aiChg/s565/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="389" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEcPMNhpeNyipzbLIauSPB0V4xIhhZc2JFCVM4xDhV52n9pAWwYNG1B0zC8P0Mn6mm-my4oCrLb1On2W9S1mE9CfYCmIZp8EZ6hlTTQx9yYe32NRtiN8G2VkV5Qi6-fN8JXEr9PntnBHKDerlNeThPWGOtpmmuuq_-TLyjBKfgZxW0r94wN497aiChg/s320/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_1.jpg" width="220" /></a></div></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Could it be? An uncredited Veronica Ericson supposedly shows up in this New York-shot movie playing a customer at <a href="https://www.tripadvisor.de/Restaurant_Review-g60763-d424441-Reviews-Sardi_s_Restaurant-New_York_City_New_York.html" target="_blank">Sardi's</a>. Maybe she was in town for a week or something...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDanFyB0ZC5YOW80wvp2Gr3Aw-KKwsuduTkBcZSPYTBmHN3jy3EhXiELAwi3rQo12VrmFHP1x1ygt_izMbwS5pAcHKkACrsug2cLlxCAYsIpDTFSOp-KnegHKfvWRi4zLIiPympXpbHH0tiQIv1KOLqFD2QM0LUjxodgwh6taodO29L0quHVbvUmjGYA/s400/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDanFyB0ZC5YOW80wvp2Gr3Aw-KKwsuduTkBcZSPYTBmHN3jy3EhXiELAwi3rQo12VrmFHP1x1ygt_izMbwS5pAcHKkACrsug2cLlxCAYsIpDTFSOp-KnegHKfvWRi4zLIiPympXpbHH0tiQIv1KOLqFD2QM0LUjxodgwh6taodO29L0quHVbvUmjGYA/s320/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_3.jpg" width="224" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>No Way to Treat a Lady </b>is a 1968 black comedy thriller directed by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7831422/john-ronald-smight" target="_blank">Jack Smight</a> (9 Mar 1925 – 1 Sept 2003), the man who also gave us <b>Damnation Alley</b> (1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wmui7WAO-mQ&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>The Illustrated Man</b> (1969 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9uDkTHj6k0&ab_channel=robatsea2009" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and <b>The Traveling Executioner</b> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJEOj_r59OY&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>). Based on the novel of the same name by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/194773032/william-goldman" target="_blank">William Goldman</a> (12 Aug 1931 – 16 Nov 2018), the script was supplied by John Gay (1 Apr 1924 – 4 Feb 2017), who that same year supplied the screenplay to the fun horror flick <b>The Power</b> (1968 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSpOryJeNbY&ab_channel=SteveSaragossi" target="_blank">opening credits</a>) and, soon thereafter, the screenplay to the revisionist western <b>Soldier Blue</b> (1970 / trailer).</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiQMWisaLH1getasepvVaAGhz_aToS9yqcMFZPvJ3rX-SnvwgyBWqIVXTOIuKH7-chyMQshECvaQ3kaMWoW3GbOcqQVuYh-rGyH5D7xHF82hWqKAn2iAux-WS8duc2vuJ5MC4Hts0HvWH6j69vWO_d5ZYpAHJxwPxuMC70owphIvXkztifKt5vdFMhA/s400/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="295" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiQMWisaLH1getasepvVaAGhz_aToS9yqcMFZPvJ3rX-SnvwgyBWqIVXTOIuKH7-chyMQshECvaQ3kaMWoW3GbOcqQVuYh-rGyH5D7xHF82hWqKAn2iAux-WS8duc2vuJ5MC4Hts0HvWH6j69vWO_d5ZYpAHJxwPxuMC70owphIvXkztifKt5vdFMhA/s320/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_7.jpg" width="236" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>No Way to Treat a Lady</i>:</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5CeOILTXiCM" width="320" youtube-src-id="5CeOILTXiCM"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The <i>AFI Catalog</i> has the plot: "Christopher Gill (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6593719/rod-steiger" target="_blank">Rod Steiger</a>), the wealthy and elegant owner of a Broadway theater, is a psychotic killer who uses his knowledge of disguise and impersonation to gain admittance into the homes of lonely middle-aged women. Once he has strangled them, the only clue left behind is a lipstick kiss painted on the victim's forehead. Police detective Morris Brummel (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/224818020/george-segal" target="_blank">George Segal</a>) remarks to the press that the murderer is extremely clever, and Gill responds with a telephone call acknowledging the compliment, thus beginning a series of bizarre conversations between the two men. The one bright aspect of the case is that Brummel has met and fallen in love with Kate Palmer (Lee Remick), a young woman who spoke to Gill when he was disguised as an Irish priest. Brummel tells reporters that his opponent is obviously sexually disturbed, and Gill calls up to complain and inadvertently reveals an obsessive love for his mother, a famous actress who is now dead. In an attempt to trick the killer into revealing his identity, the police falsely report another 'lipstick murder.' His ego wounded, Gill telephones to protest and is kept talking long enough for the call to be traced. When he realizes that he has been tricked, Gill decides to get even with Brummel by murdering Kate. Posing as a caterer, he presents himself at Kate's apartment and announces that Brummel has sent over a surprise feast. Brummel arrives in time to save Kate, but Gill escapes to his theater, where he is finally trapped and shot down by Brummel."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6riSlEbQO5vsd7bNBWZ4uze0dQqSTq1w3gRlcEm4h-tInlK9XWEA-kEmNljX9Vj8fmXjkgzJtedKgLa5h-9O68rKJoxU6KOalFGRgYTHWGjey0PRls6hn35v-q7fiZiKGzdrb1OuNdgPZNClRuOGIgrSv37cQVrxqncoJjZ9JveimfsAos36r9ZxqxQ/s400/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="279" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6riSlEbQO5vsd7bNBWZ4uze0dQqSTq1w3gRlcEm4h-tInlK9XWEA-kEmNljX9Vj8fmXjkgzJtedKgLa5h-9O68rKJoxU6KOalFGRgYTHWGjey0PRls6hn35v-q7fiZiKGzdrb1OuNdgPZNClRuOGIgrSv37cQVrxqncoJjZ9JveimfsAos36r9ZxqxQ/s320/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_6.jpg" width="223" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"This off-kilter thriller is [...] solidly buoyed by Steiger's bravura performance — certainly the kind of role actors must relish — with Remick and Segal providing nice support. [<a href="http://www.terrortrap.com/reviewsdatabase/n/no_way_to_treat_a_lady.php" target="_blank"><i>Terror Trap</i></a>]"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBfo1Z8BBlXIMkPh_dYsv47h7C8D_VXHGdWFudyHWozd2LV6xt0sdCGvMEXJvWvNqsAwyFNDcHVgzVNqWJHaQGOH9nCq6I5a_RnmNSodGbXYyb8zH78H2NyD6x3DSAOPYx1zwplFVF7KhawzEHX7uGyEhAIKJ0eeuFYyIjB0yra0krWfU8ek5L3zpMw/s400/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="282" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBfo1Z8BBlXIMkPh_dYsv47h7C8D_VXHGdWFudyHWozd2LV6xt0sdCGvMEXJvWvNqsAwyFNDcHVgzVNqWJHaQGOH9nCq6I5a_RnmNSodGbXYyb8zH78H2NyD6x3DSAOPYx1zwplFVF7KhawzEHX7uGyEhAIKJ0eeuFYyIjB0yra0krWfU8ek5L3zpMw/s320/5%20No%20Way%20to%20Treat%20a%20Lady_5.jpg" width="226" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Stanley Myers and His Orchestra –</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">main title to <i>No Way to Treat a Lady</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4gLNQw9qTTQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="4gLNQw9qTTQ"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As
an added inside "joke" of sorts, when Rod Steiger's Christopher Gill
dresses up in drag to kill his fifth victim, Sadie, the woman is played
by "the most famous female impersonator from Flint [Michigan]", <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kimaugust.tribute/" target="_blank">Kim August</a>, below on the cover of <i>Female Mimics</i> (1963).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovXTWJk_j0pOCskOwiarwc176FCAUdTtV0Yy5JRlXElid2jZXVYwLqI9pxezUpIG5wvJM_Bpf9quL5ezjax3vwoH6Y9qlcCEyBlmyCXjuKxH3hR5rdv_lRk4h_Tzi7sdpWz8KmTFLwsJhAdjN1X1C5whUZ-6j6lBaEaR07z1ra_dxDo3Mnx3ZAvuakw/s477/5_FemaleMimics.1.1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="370" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovXTWJk_j0pOCskOwiarwc176FCAUdTtV0Yy5JRlXElid2jZXVYwLqI9pxezUpIG5wvJM_Bpf9quL5ezjax3vwoH6Y9qlcCEyBlmyCXjuKxH3hR5rdv_lRk4h_Tzi7sdpWz8KmTFLwsJhAdjN1X1C5whUZ-6j6lBaEaR07z1ra_dxDo3Mnx3ZAvuakw/s320/5_FemaleMimics.1.1.JPG" width="248" /></a></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Kim's "official" gender is never alluded to in the film, and her film credit is as <a href="http://www.geocities.ws/cyn4moi/kim1.htm" target="_blank">Kim August</a>, not her generally unknown male name. Despite their long career, little to nothing is written about <a href="http://www.geocities.ws/cyn4moi/kim2.htm" target="_blank">Kim August</a> on the web. If we are to believe the <i>Comments </i>section at <a href="http://the-gossip-columnist-25.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-state-chartered-non-alcoholic.html" target="_blank"><i>Studio D in Flint</i></a>, <a href="https://zagria.blogspot.com/2012/06/kim-august-193-performer.html" target="_blank">Kim August</a> had already passed away by 2011; elsewhere (@ <i><a href="https://zagria.blogspot.com/2012/06/kim-august-193-performer.html" target="_blank">A Gender Variance Who's Who</a></i>),
the comments indicate her "original" name might have been William
Goode, and lifespan 1935 to 1994. Kim's only other feature film acting
job we know of was in Arthur Hiller's <b>The Tiger Makes Out </b>(1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icG0cimiSrI&ab_channel=AnnKendrick" target="_blank">some scenes</a>), in which she plays a female impersonator.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgle4WLMyf-O5EBmrjWWKWGYhv72JUf7ZQ0SZsW9-mQGGFAhsR6ENCS9RxXbVaVHsAzXH0pwrr_EKiXH-P9AAxShr_XxwSqHo2ef0r_LTdf87Twi3PWDirGTbsiroeBL5bh65R7lbJ2mxlOHKwqDBYTcGctOJStff21hz3RYySsT7d-IKbpOWNPylCiuQ/s633/5_kim_august-rod_steiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="633" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgle4WLMyf-O5EBmrjWWKWGYhv72JUf7ZQ0SZsW9-mQGGFAhsR6ENCS9RxXbVaVHsAzXH0pwrr_EKiXH-P9AAxShr_XxwSqHo2ef0r_LTdf87Twi3PWDirGTbsiroeBL5bh65R7lbJ2mxlOHKwqDBYTcGctOJStff21hz3RYySsT7d-IKbpOWNPylCiuQ/s320/5_kim_august-rod_steiger.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Live a Little, Love a Little</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">(1968, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7001049/norman-taurog" target="_blank">Norman Taurog</a>)</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhrerPLCP3f-VKovz7n4qXzFS9b3_Op8WyKw_KkbiqOnMyYX-pBGZt8xEYe67YfYRRIVz1_L2OlEJlyiYIHVDXFnvy2tixDgjVO05uPy2gHnR87K9G1zj4KfLIg3yZSTDMvQv06QhZLe485kWwDQyGK5C0gwsjZn38alJqkOddX41_VUIzqqnzhkVjw/s585/6_Live%20a%20Little,%20Love%20a%20Little.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhrerPLCP3f-VKovz7n4qXzFS9b3_Op8WyKw_KkbiqOnMyYX-pBGZt8xEYe67YfYRRIVz1_L2OlEJlyiYIHVDXFnvy2tixDgjVO05uPy2gHnR87K9G1zj4KfLIg3yZSTDMvQv06QhZLe485kWwDQyGK5C0gwsjZn38alJqkOddX41_VUIzqqnzhkVjw/s320/6_Live%20a%20Little,%20Love%20a%20Little.jpg" width="164" /></a></div></span></span></b><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Seven years after <b>Blue Hawaii</b>, Veronica Ericson appears (again uncredited) in her second Elvis movie as — to quote the <i>imdb </i>— "Woman 2".</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DxeWFn9j206IDyJCCmhM8D1KznidpgR6r1KCgVV_K_izQMlzUx1XMwlQt7_5lh59lMobEE8IvCd_m_vanNnTWivn5w5J0YDW25F6Ey62bBhKc2LLp1xtuQDq_s4xeAKLAJOGMUJuwj8Mncvb-ilOnaMVlaowuUodxp2q9wNbSYs_2Ce_X5JPmSiRxA/s1210/6_Live_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="1210" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DxeWFn9j206IDyJCCmhM8D1KznidpgR6r1KCgVV_K_izQMlzUx1XMwlQt7_5lh59lMobEE8IvCd_m_vanNnTWivn5w5J0YDW25F6Ey62bBhKc2LLp1xtuQDq_s4xeAKLAJOGMUJuwj8Mncvb-ilOnaMVlaowuUodxp2q9wNbSYs_2Ce_X5JPmSiRxA/s320/6_Live_4.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Live a Little, Love a Little</b> is also the second Elvis movie <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis</a></b> appeared in, which is why looked at the movie <b>Part I</b> of her <b>BVD </b>entry. There we more or less wrote:</span></span><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZj1Nd49Z9f2rEGTgL0ExBQtGmYcY3ppb5E_Ez170l5vc_b0kmt8SqdtW1s0DnXnjiLa2ru059eZ4ZxL4QzEuB7ebvDep5kRrWWx1bT8qiPaG5d0oXfIMLe6veOP_ovcO0o7z1_HeBGiFLm9xPpvypOeoPztnzH1iopCfJD2iHWn3nJ2jmwSKOEjpkQ/s320/6_Live5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZj1Nd49Z9f2rEGTgL0ExBQtGmYcY3ppb5E_Ez170l5vc_b0kmt8SqdtW1s0DnXnjiLa2ru059eZ4ZxL4QzEuB7ebvDep5kRrWWx1bT8qiPaG5d0oXfIMLe6veOP_ovcO0o7z1_HeBGiFLm9xPpvypOeoPztnzH1iopCfJD2iHWn3nJ2jmwSKOEjpkQ/s1600/6_Live5.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Live a Little, Love a Little</b> is the last of the nine Elvis movie in total directed by the forgotten <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7001049/norman-taurog" target="_blank">Norman Taurog</a> (23 Feb 1899 – 7 Apr 1981). The movie is based on a novel, Dan Greenberg's <b>Kiss My Firm but Pliant Lips</b>, from 1965, and at least one review online says the film follows the book relatively closely.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3shXVGscWrTPGUCxWKkTjPR_sZsb4Tj4g1r80N2bAbEcyKm9-ZBGgg_OsVlFdITfrkLmO9sr2S2uv_xJkuFeNC2oVzMp2EeviF4MZ4qNsA0BfnXl2QTlgpX036unbh2Dxpzz1ZyUnZZVYwZlEWMDy6Y3W6UxyOgbkxWdJTWSnzHYKP8IY0znef-ICWw/s1280/6__71379.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="1280" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3shXVGscWrTPGUCxWKkTjPR_sZsb4Tj4g1r80N2bAbEcyKm9-ZBGgg_OsVlFdITfrkLmO9sr2S2uv_xJkuFeNC2oVzMp2EeviF4MZ4qNsA0BfnXl2QTlgpX036unbh2Dxpzz1ZyUnZZVYwZlEWMDy6Y3W6UxyOgbkxWdJTWSnzHYKP8IY0znef-ICWw/s320/6__71379.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Live a Little, Love a Little</i>:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oKWvX2qVMs8" width="320" youtube-src-id="oKWvX2qVMs8"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The "plot" of what could possibly be the Pelvis's only foray into <b>Fatal Attraction </b>(1987 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf8gh_d7Z6k&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>) territory: "Greg Nolan (Presley) is a photographer who loses his job, apartment and freedom to do what he pleases when he meets Bernice (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/195077476/michele-lee-carey" target="_blank">Michele Carey</a>). To pay for a new apartment that Bernice finds him, Greg works two photographer jobs at the same time while trying to keep his bosses (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/4143/rudy-vallee" target="_blank">Rudy Vallee</a>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6763200/don-porter" target="_blank">Don Porter</a>) from finding out. [<i><a href="https://cometoverhollywood.com/2016/10/03/musical-monday-live-a-little-love-a-little-1968/" target="_blank">Comet over Hollywood</a></i>]" </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg712WcUDl1ksH9L7mihN79HW2MT8z44QAuD8Fm2uWEsRA45JBJSyIIW2EsRqWBLjwqsTd5ayeeTnaHsMWBA8m-6rARQj6ktYg2i_bLQxAVe3xo1RVavDCMkJCzN9SjqbD4FDH7ohsPEF1JME20A1dbKUA1CjztKsmqj3NA-CXI17OkNszH6dsJ8e9nxw/s1463/6_Live_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1463" data-original-width="1005" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg712WcUDl1ksH9L7mihN79HW2MT8z44QAuD8Fm2uWEsRA45JBJSyIIW2EsRqWBLjwqsTd5ayeeTnaHsMWBA8m-6rARQj6ktYg2i_bLQxAVe3xo1RVavDCMkJCzN9SjqbD4FDH7ohsPEF1JME20A1dbKUA1CjztKsmqj3NA-CXI17OkNszH6dsJ8e9nxw/s320/6_Live_1.jpg" width="220" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<b>Live a Little, Love a Little</b> [...] is a like the Rankin and Bass cartoon <b>Year Without a Santa Claus</b> (1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QTueLLOwi8&ab_channel=HolidayFavorites" target="_blank">song</a>) in that it contains a single scene of naive surrealism at its most jaw-dropping, 'WTF were they thinking?' level, which almost makes the whole enterprise worthwhile. [<i><a href="https://alfredeaker.com/2017/12/08/a-jaw-dropping-elvis-double-feature-live-a-little-love-a-little-1968-easy-come-easy-go-1967/" target="_blank">Alfred Eaker</a></i>]"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>WTF were they thinking:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsd3VsVJYIHVpY9zGcW13HYIp4OpwpYPqhb93PaBpUChqrZEkfjaGkXqI5ZQ5mbxHyY713REuqsO0rYvVDBF0hIS2Hm0NRNjV7OnuSp1Z0ijZ4kHj1KfEVuV-HB2U17oa6cyGCQnefGgjErV2AyNWpHDgi3XsnGH_LHhnUFwbZOh4ycMobNXNS135BbA/s320/6_live5.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="320" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsd3VsVJYIHVpY9zGcW13HYIp4OpwpYPqhb93PaBpUChqrZEkfjaGkXqI5ZQ5mbxHyY713REuqsO0rYvVDBF0hIS2Hm0NRNjV7OnuSp1Z0ijZ4kHj1KfEVuV-HB2U17oa6cyGCQnefGgjErV2AyNWpHDgi3XsnGH_LHhnUFwbZOh4ycMobNXNS135BbA/s1600/6_live5.gif" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="http://tarstarkas.net/2013/01/live-a-little-love-a-little/" target="_blank">TarTarkas</a></i> explains the WTF moment, a dream: "Imagine that waking you up in the middle of the night [to a man dressed as a dog] and calmly start to discuss your love life. It then insists Elvis walk through the door to a pit of blackness where he is accosted by the entire cast, each taking turns, taunting him with Bernice's true identity and motives. Elvis then must sing a song about how her mysterious nature is driving him wild while different women appear and dance with other men, pretending to be Bernice. [...] But then, Elvis wakes up. And, worse yet, the unthinkable occurs. The movie becomes... boring."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Junkie XL's remix of</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">a song from the movie:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/U3Pey2UZh2E" width="320" youtube-src-id="U3Pey2UZh2E"></iframe></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">(1970, dir. Russ Meyer)</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V_I0KioyHzYHJf9p3q8oDsduSfWQd09YC7mJEdTwvOtVNpwXBP9nO7IM76mmQlWpnLYRGncNVN2bK8Ai9aXi1-TLydgDBOMS9bDfIeV1OBR82U252xgXxSh2zV1SO6jJ9NiujRZjvyhUCYD9pWhE__QSuv_WjlfXxZsce9RVCXT5insdVgbjF_d7PA/s1500/zSrq3MiDPpsyLpENznBQ3184iln.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V_I0KioyHzYHJf9p3q8oDsduSfWQd09YC7mJEdTwvOtVNpwXBP9nO7IM76mmQlWpnLYRGncNVN2bK8Ai9aXi1-TLydgDBOMS9bDfIeV1OBR82U252xgXxSh2zV1SO6jJ9NiujRZjvyhUCYD9pWhE__QSuv_WjlfXxZsce9RVCXT5insdVgbjF_d7PA/s320/zSrq3MiDPpsyLpENznBQ3184iln.jpg" width="213" /></a></div></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The third and last Russ Meyer movie Veronica Erickson (as she is credited) appears in. She plays an unnamed character, the blonde date of the movie's gigolo stud, Lance Rocke (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/23030783/michael-blodgett">Michael Blodgett</a> [26 Sept 1939 – 14 Nov 2007]), during the movie's big finale.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMhqIdLbLZDatv-AqoYKE4Dup4PG7YznwLRzlpHhYiPydTH55O4jW_R80IMz7Y-eukQVB5IjvKVyIqNmn7WNL9LXiSbi9JHUR2VALH-X1lWx6HtkQW6d2L12CY9Qc8S9uIEUPzUNycvCouLFt0_JabIIB3NPyDE4xSFY3iWUO9mOoGg42Nr7AgTpOag/s700/7_Haji.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="700" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMhqIdLbLZDatv-AqoYKE4Dup4PG7YznwLRzlpHhYiPydTH55O4jW_R80IMz7Y-eukQVB5IjvKVyIqNmn7WNL9LXiSbi9JHUR2VALH-X1lWx6HtkQW6d2L12CY9Qc8S9uIEUPzUNycvCouLFt0_JabIIB3NPyDE4xSFY3iWUO9mOoGg42Nr7AgTpOag/s320/7_Haji.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i>:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzR7w9GwWfGVdMPOVSEASDt-zFKf7mqKeiCQ-xn8-95FUDl7_YLns3Wm53bO_kAoMYTlMbRsYN1cepNCGOu5w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot, as found at <i><a href="https://catalog.afi.com/Catalog/moviedetails/18689" target="_blank">AFI</a></i>: "Tired of playing to high school audiences, Kelly (Dolly Read), Casey (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/79907691/cynthia-jeanette-myers" target="_blank">Cynthia Myers</a>), and Pet (Marcia McBroom), members of a rock trio, travel to Hollywood, California, accompanied by Harris Allsworth (David Gurian), the band's manager and Kelly's lover. There, they are befriended by Kelly's Aunt Susan (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/159485069/phyllis-davis" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis</a>), an advertising executive, who, despite the misgivings of her lawyer, Porter Hall (Duncan McLeod), decides to share with Kelly the family fortune. At an orgy the band is discovered by the effeminate entrepreneur host, Ronnie "Z-Man" Barzell (John La Zar), who rechristens them 'The Carrie Nations.' Among lovers quickly acquired at Ronnie's party are Lance (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/23030783/michael-blodgett" target="_blank">Michael Blodgett</a>), a boorish gigolo, who enters into a liaison with Kelly; Emerson (Harrison Page), a law student who wins Pet's love; and Roxanne (Erica Gavin), a lesbian designer who captures Casey's heart. As the celebrated trio perform on national television, Harris, distraught by Kelly's infidelity and Casey's impregnation by him, hurls himself from the catwalk. He is rushed to the hospital, where Dr. Scholl (Dan White) informs Kelly that Harris can look forward to life as a paraplegic. Realizing that Harris is her true love, Kelly devotes herself to his care. Touched by Casey's plight, Roxanne arranges an abortion. Ronnie invites Lance, Roxanne, and Casey to a private party, at which costumes are distributed. Dressed as Superwoman, Ronnie attempts to seduce Lance, who is attired in a loin cloth. Rejected, Ronnie binds the gigolo. After revealing that he is, in fact, a woman, Ronnie bears her breasts, brandishes a sword, and chops off Lance's head. She then plunges a gun into the sleeping Roxanne's mouth and fires. Terrified, Casey phones her friends, who rush to her rescue but arrive too late. As Emerson and Kelly attempt to subdue Ronnie, the gun discharges, killing the transvestite. During the fray, however, the crippled Harris is miraculously cured. In a triple wedding ceremony, Kelly and Harris, Pet and Emerson, and Aunt Susan and an old love are united."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwT6_jTgihHxq3ORUBMtUxxIJX2OT-XF9vrhmX5TH72CP3HiRj8Ipb7zXZgseg1yWhzNABlMvFZHBV-g0ihuXzDtELUZ-ycjqU2rVP4Ak2Owg2XCdDiBAy8f2cyp-BVjHWlsGbYS7LSb7LDBlZFCrjZWtBhdJ4ufKuZs8F7xcZiaketjJAhf9Emfp5Q/s1614/00_Nancy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1614" data-original-width="1212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwT6_jTgihHxq3ORUBMtUxxIJX2OT-XF9vrhmX5TH72CP3HiRj8Ipb7zXZgseg1yWhzNABlMvFZHBV-g0ihuXzDtELUZ-ycjqU2rVP4Ak2Owg2XCdDiBAy8f2cyp-BVjHWlsGbYS7LSb7LDBlZFCrjZWtBhdJ4ufKuZs8F7xcZiaketjJAhf9Emfp5Q/s320/00_Nancy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Nancy Sinatra's cover version of</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Sweet Talkin' Candy Man</i>:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RG4Q4jX8Ob0" width="320" youtube-src-id="RG4Q4jX8Ob0"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Russ Meyer's concept of the feminine ideal is mired inextricably in the full-figured, breast-fixated 1950s. The lean and lanky hippie silhouette typified by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/199053532/peggy-lipton" target="_blank">Peggy Lipton</a> on <b>The Mod Squad</b> is nowhere to be found in Meyer's <i>Playboy </i>Pictorial vision of an abundantly well-fed and curvaceous 1970. 'The-head-is-missing!' Dept: that's headless actress Veronica Ericson embraced by the equally decapitated Michael Blodgett. [<a href="https://lecinemadreams.blogspot.com/2015/12/beyond-valley-of-dolls-1970.html" target="_blank"><i>Dreams Are What Le Cinema Is For</i></a>]"</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8AkUsIhy3_7c8MxaRdamliHqcGKABcAvJ_p7GVFISFXp_rAp7-gi1VsGyXdbMzzco_pUvUfv_8UJ_jffM1zwb48DNlYwBfKAFGYzygezv_xkntr7XZ8Oa9fQmX81p5TTG7I7kIND5b9QUwrpet4Lhi16lFEofKZgN4peTeRwB4lhu0ofD2VI8QxNFg/s400/7_beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="400" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8AkUsIhy3_7c8MxaRdamliHqcGKABcAvJ_p7GVFISFXp_rAp7-gi1VsGyXdbMzzco_pUvUfv_8UJ_jffM1zwb48DNlYwBfKAFGYzygezv_xkntr7XZ8Oa9fQmX81p5TTG7I7kIND5b9QUwrpet4Lhi16lFEofKZgN4peTeRwB4lhu0ofD2VI8QxNFg/s320/7_beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Most online sources, when illustrating Veronica's appearance in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, use a photograph of Joyce Rees (see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">BVD: The Five Mysterians</a></b>). But, nope: the image below is of Veronica in the movie.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IvTj3VNPbID0QarP2Bm0y9B_tA0WHrXqyWSOdd3qm6dF3zsNfVLVdDYbAyRo1Dgi4D6BT0czgf4eO9JZu3n6XAy2QJ1-b-DjBgQOYasuPVMx4e_TSStciz_F85cYi1H_teWcdbkAyOtXlbdhY2zKEhtPYRqALEEFBqMmVRRGZx9Oo-IhH3e0uGlTpg/s720/7_Valley.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="720" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IvTj3VNPbID0QarP2Bm0y9B_tA0WHrXqyWSOdd3qm6dF3zsNfVLVdDYbAyRo1Dgi4D6BT0czgf4eO9JZu3n6XAy2QJ1-b-DjBgQOYasuPVMx4e_TSStciz_F85cYi1H_teWcdbkAyOtXlbdhY2zKEhtPYRqALEEFBqMmVRRGZx9Oo-IhH3e0uGlTpg/s320/7_Valley.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Don Is Dead</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1973, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13739568/richard-o-fleischer" target="_blank">Richard Fleischer</a>)</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Bq1rzuAtVplhKrP1gqWPj_SkJmmydsDKVqWlcnhtaeMALulpFXbZamZsgZXKDcP49Fh5iZqqKZuGkSH34ToO8VJ2j7Lo4TZdQxfbq6zcOSYOTNQWe7-kQHR1PvlQRwmDhfgaV34KOr6AkpFHfcB6lwdrmwBFuQD-iITMotGae28MSuFJAF7TU4QxcA/s755/8_don_is_dead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Bq1rzuAtVplhKrP1gqWPj_SkJmmydsDKVqWlcnhtaeMALulpFXbZamZsgZXKDcP49Fh5iZqqKZuGkSH34ToO8VJ2j7Lo4TZdQxfbq6zcOSYOTNQWe7-kQHR1PvlQRwmDhfgaV34KOr6AkpFHfcB6lwdrmwBFuQD-iITMotGae28MSuFJAF7TU4QxcA/s320/8_don_is_dead.jpg" width="211" /></a></div></b></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13739568/richard-o-fleischer" target="_blank">Richard Fleischer</a> (8 Dec 1916 – 25 Mar 2006) released two films in 1973, this one here, which you have probably never heard of, and a little film titled <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/05/soylent-green-usa-1973.html" target="_blank">Soylent Green</a></b>. One became a classic, the other became sort of forgotten...</span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUefCj_urH0MRNfnPVFEuST683AFOANIQ1Een8r16FWfCGiIpQbgz-TxIEvefxIXAb84eajhQJam_yklYlG1pwrH16GOWkkSdz9Z0q3EVTrSP_6Tv4P0qhFGjigcml0-eQBGFq5KSDnWEjRQH6EH1uRGl60aHiVaTamHin-mDnPcork93E9qiqez_c2w/s750/8_DonDead_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="525" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUefCj_urH0MRNfnPVFEuST683AFOANIQ1Een8r16FWfCGiIpQbgz-TxIEvefxIXAb84eajhQJam_yklYlG1pwrH16GOWkkSdz9Z0q3EVTrSP_6Tv4P0qhFGjigcml0-eQBGFq5KSDnWEjRQH6EH1uRGl60aHiVaTamHin-mDnPcork93E9qiqez_c2w/s320/8_DonDead_3.jpg" width="224" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>The Don Is Dead</i>:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZGY8s38-CAc" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZGY8s38-CAc"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In what appears to be her last (uncredited) filler appearance in a movie, Veronica Ericson shows up to play "Zutti's Girlfriend". Zutti was played by <a href="http://www.leedelano.com/" target="_blank">Lee Delano</a> (19 Jan 1931 – 8 Oct 2017), who is also uncredited.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6sEEZmZxjaPtWqlO1CAYbqmGptNQ8_NrYd-2UvvmhRUbbTvgcfqmaObCQRploesIDDvLVtexWnUz_-3qPZNYZyoRke5wW2Whld5xxYusy2R6Edn1-GSxzjckiI9z_Q9OipWAVFOW9v_VDgjTz_vGU_p0233E5k-gagKmv4zB1dorKJzvBcNsYUP2ogg/s432/8_DonDead_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6sEEZmZxjaPtWqlO1CAYbqmGptNQ8_NrYd-2UvvmhRUbbTvgcfqmaObCQRploesIDDvLVtexWnUz_-3qPZNYZyoRke5wW2Whld5xxYusy2R6Edn1-GSxzjckiI9z_Q9OipWAVFOW9v_VDgjTz_vGU_p0233E5k-gagKmv4zB1dorKJzvBcNsYUP2ogg/s320/8_DonDead_2.jpg" width="222" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Every film deserves a great cast and the one involved in this movie is absolutely eye-watering with the versatile filmmaker Richard Fleischer at the helm [...]. The performances in <b>The Don Is Dead</b>, even those of minor characters, are delivered beautiful authenticity, sucking the viewer into the war between two clans. Horror icon <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/203237577/sid-haig" target="_blank">Sid Haig</a> also makes an appearance in the opening scenes of the movie as part of a duo making a drugs deal with Frankie. Although his part is only a brief one, it's always great to see Haig in action. [<i><a href="https://horrorcultfilms.co.uk/2021/01/the-don-is-dead-1973/" target="_blank">Horror Cult Films</a></i>]"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UVwgWrFq9Us_GTjSqXYg5Y4l51NZZHzEt7Eq0XOZqdigQbexJ5ZZdPGhVRgu9Xe8JyHcFMU4cX-35uWtzpVhevB2ueAQ4C3kVJSXIBeUBNUD-ObgiOmZFLGRUqNNPLnUkEmxWkODo_QlHbPR0fInkjYiWvSLxMZ_bfd7MXKD4RyKvai-5Ouah1mCow/s475/00_Don.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="255" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UVwgWrFq9Us_GTjSqXYg5Y4l51NZZHzEt7Eq0XOZqdigQbexJ5ZZdPGhVRgu9Xe8JyHcFMU4cX-35uWtzpVhevB2ueAQ4C3kVJSXIBeUBNUD-ObgiOmZFLGRUqNNPLnUkEmxWkODo_QlHbPR0fInkjYiWvSLxMZ_bfd7MXKD4RyKvai-5Ouah1mCow/s320/00_Don.webp" width="172" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="https://scopophiliamovieblog.com/2018/05/21/the-don-is-dead-1973/" target="_blank">Scopophilia</a> </i>has the plot: "After the death of his mob boss father, Frank (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/203767450/robert-forster" target="_blank">Robert Forster</a> of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligator-usa-1980.html" target="_blank">Alligator</a> </b>[1980] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/11/uncle-sam-usa-1997.html" target="_blank">Uncle Sam</a></b> [1996]) finds himself embroiled in the middle of a feud between two rival crime families. Don Angelo (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/22714/anthony-quinn" target="_blank">Anthony Quinn</a>) comes to Frank's aid and agrees to take over the family business and then once he dies everything will go to Frank. Luigi (Charles Cioffi) and his greedy lover Marie (Jo Anne Meredith of<b> The Psycho Lover </b>[1970 / trailer]) are not happy with this arrangement and in an attempt to weaken the alliance they arrange for Don to meet up with Frank's girlfriend Ruby (Angel Tompkins of <b>The Naked Cage</b> [1986 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPwMWEp-kro&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>The Teacher</b> [1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hpIsdsC2vM&ab_channel=films411" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) while Frank is away in Rome on business. The two immediately hit-it-off and begin a hot-and-heavy affair. When Frank returns and finds out about this he flies into a rage by first beating his girlfriend and then swearing further vengeance onto Don. Don in turn puts out a hit on Frank, which escalates an endless bloody mob war."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCRPMqQjZMZ-8uj0UcWHyHNf85aEwiUbdjkDfIPcFY7YnBlswBZmUHy9Nx3BWxDmq0n_9XcN2tuHA4_Pf7NGAGrRmD3tcq0tHzyQ0gMg9qNPnkk5InvfU80f18tFP9c1meLuCqSfPIoGyOdNgzT8-Sn5ULjRfDT2kuhG9xoI6jbw_73IeMHeTDJ8E5g/s640/00_Don7_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="484" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCRPMqQjZMZ-8uj0UcWHyHNf85aEwiUbdjkDfIPcFY7YnBlswBZmUHy9Nx3BWxDmq0n_9XcN2tuHA4_Pf7NGAGrRmD3tcq0tHzyQ0gMg9qNPnkk5InvfU80f18tFP9c1meLuCqSfPIoGyOdNgzT8-Sn5ULjRfDT2kuhG9xoI6jbw_73IeMHeTDJ8E5g/s320/00_Don7_.jpg" width="242" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<b>The Don Is Dead</b> was only released a year after <b>The Godfather </b>(1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fB_8VCwXydM&ab_channel=AMacGyverRDAnderson" target="_blank">trailer</a>), yet feels very tired and staid by comparison. The performances and style are generally pretty accomplished, but the package as a whole is too old fashioned. While later films like <b>Goodfellas </b>(1990 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qo5jJpHtI1Y&ab_channel=ryy79" target="_blank">trailer</a>) show the hypocrisy of the 'principled gangster',<b> The Don Is Dead</b> only perpetuates this myth. If this had come out a few years earlier it might be held up as a classic; instead it feels like a throwback to a style of film that was already disappearing. [<i><a href="https://criticalpopcorn.com/2021/01/18/the-don-is-dead-blu-ray-review-dir-richard-fleischer-eureka-classics/" target="_blank">Critical Popcorn</a></i>]"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1976, dir. Barry Rosen) <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Q4G-pQDAgif5oXd2hxZoyhRxXV_vVDdSi9AwMQeeUQYgy50POvKyVnx234MvQV2wdyXRikInvwmFI7Mhid6hroB4SXhZ_xIJh8H8RhTr-10PPZUhyphenhyphenQlJqyQvvs4NkMEr6JL2USTYiCaFwD4ISV9o3dddmk9THExlDey6jBa2gBC9M1GN10teAJrFtA/s836/9_Yum-Yum-Girls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Q4G-pQDAgif5oXd2hxZoyhRxXV_vVDdSi9AwMQeeUQYgy50POvKyVnx234MvQV2wdyXRikInvwmFI7Mhid6hroB4SXhZ_xIJh8H8RhTr-10PPZUhyphenhyphenQlJqyQvvs4NkMEr6JL2USTYiCaFwD4ISV9o3dddmk9THExlDey6jBa2gBC9M1GN10teAJrFtA/s320/9_Yum-Yum-Girls.jpg" width="211" /></a></div></b></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Not to be confused with the earlier and patently ridiculous and dated mainstream comedy from 1963, <b>Under the Yum-Yum Tree</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXJrtNUgNkA&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>) — something we mention as an excuse to embed that film's credit sequence with title track...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>James Darren sings</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>Under the Yum-Yum Tree</i>:</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZPhAZAiBhpk" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZPhAZAiBhpk"></iframe></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Could it be? The website <i><a href="https://www.famousfix.com/topic/the-yum-yum-girls/cast" target="_blank">Famous Fix</a> </i>is a lone wolf in this, but they list Veronica Ericson as part of the cast to <b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b>, playing "Boom Boom Girl" (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm5035180/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cl_t14" target="_blank"><i>imdb</i></a>, on the other hand, currently claims it is some other woman named "Veronika Erikson").</span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPvo_OV6Pfe1x9Pw-1Nfb-G0r9BkxKxGIlakKOkpZ6lkmypHcccQBIUDcPah83kUVgEiOM2cfEZY1y6nUSdZ66t6hTaMlmqVrnbfF3u4z0uHcLGaE_LHoz62T2eoV-LPkP7cZyOrZZ7phTKLUtUHQfJ4_J2aBrHnTnhqRuYfK1lH965Z1z5Uxj4WSzw/s470/9.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="251" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPvo_OV6Pfe1x9Pw-1Nfb-G0r9BkxKxGIlakKOkpZ6lkmypHcccQBIUDcPah83kUVgEiOM2cfEZY1y6nUSdZ66t6hTaMlmqVrnbfF3u4z0uHcLGaE_LHoz62T2eoV-LPkP7cZyOrZZ7phTKLUtUHQfJ4_J2aBrHnTnhqRuYfK1lH965Z1z5Uxj4WSzw/s320/9.webp" width="171" /></a></div>Ginger Lynn –</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i>The Yum-Yum Girls</i> DVD re-release intro:</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xwUKBLqqN5U" width="320" youtube-src-id="xwUKBLqqN5U"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Based on a filmscript by Philip Levy and Robert Jahn, the latter of whom, just the prior year, was credited as the screenwriter to a less-infamous <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/10129455/doris-wishman" target="_blank">Doris Wishman</a> (1 Jun 1912 – 10 Aug 2002) movie, <b>Immoral Three </b>(1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2p62mHIkyQ&ab_channel=TripsyTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>), the "sequel" to <b>Double Agent 73</b> (1974 / <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2g6l21" target="_blank">trailer</a>); some years later, Robert Jahn scripted the just as obscure but even more violent Thanksgiving-set slasher <b>Blood Rage </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jwQ11osTWw&ab_channel=RancidTasteTV" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and then disappeared. Philip Levy, on the other hand, continued to do extra work in films well up into the next century; one his "bigger" roles is in the forgotten 3-D slasher, <b>Silent Madness </b>(1984 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYJ7ae18njM&ab_channel=GrindhouseMovieTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjJBm6okb1eMgj4NEaply5JffZW4gQlsibi4klnFFdneP8yQ3PWfIn59FXmxz5LsM1p3DvstIzOwqDA6Kv4Ig05d-4ol_hstiOD-Q-SpipNdCA10mHfiFKFxABZYvfilxGWP24nc0NPo6cEvlzRpJO6mfZ82T4WhDNltjGx2cuCN0TBP-cp7v6LFvHw/s528/9_yum-yum-girls-19133l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="528" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjJBm6okb1eMgj4NEaply5JffZW4gQlsibi4klnFFdneP8yQ3PWfIn59FXmxz5LsM1p3DvstIzOwqDA6Kv4Ig05d-4ol_hstiOD-Q-SpipNdCA10mHfiFKFxABZYvfilxGWP24nc0NPo6cEvlzRpJO6mfZ82T4WhDNltjGx2cuCN0TBP-cp7v6LFvHw/s320/9_yum-yum-girls-19133l.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b>, a grindhouse T&A disasterpiece, is one of only two directorial projects by Barry Rosen, smiling below, both released in 1976, the other being <b>Devil's Express</b> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=od8lg88VMbI&ab_channel=Nintendementia" target="_blank">trailer</a>), a grindhouse horror WTF disasterpiece that seriously needs to be rediscovered.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzG7ZYXoBlgy7QWxsuOFQo4M7t4mBTXHfGFdWv9AYW7v0wTXiP1p9YhJJ7h9FvBzqJM38UhSNoMPbgWrqaUr5Pcq8lGFFTI_JoldAFswa2qVto63-miBydvToku7K_5Nf18AMJJt7LqIedHVLtW8kQ7zDUo1sVKawxzqe8d1uMUnN_IYncFUlQ0xm9g/s1200/9_Barry_-_Rosen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzG7ZYXoBlgy7QWxsuOFQo4M7t4mBTXHfGFdWv9AYW7v0wTXiP1p9YhJJ7h9FvBzqJM38UhSNoMPbgWrqaUr5Pcq8lGFFTI_JoldAFswa2qVto63-miBydvToku7K_5Nf18AMJJt7LqIedHVLtW8kQ7zDUo1sVKawxzqe8d1uMUnN_IYncFUlQ0xm9g/s320/9_Barry_-_Rosen.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot to <b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b>, as described by Robert Firsching at <i><a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/the-yum-yum-girls-v56090" target="_blank">All Movies</a></i>: "Barry Rosen [...] made this confused sex comedy about New York models. Michelle Dow [<i>sic </i>— it's "Michelle Daw"] plays the naive Melody, who comes to the Big Apple from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duncan_Falls,_Ohio" target="_blank">Duncan Falls, Ohio</a>, to pursue her dream. Inevitably, this dream leads to casting-couches, frightening nightmares, rape, and suicide, but there is much humor in the interim. Rosen tries to graft episodic screwball comedy bits involving bad auditions and backstage cattiness onto what is essentially a grim 1930s-style cautionary tale, and it doesn't quite work. The end result plays like a demented hybrid of <b>Showgirls </b>(1995 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gszDLDFwcLk&ab_channel=CGEntertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (1967 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-TXJMKVa_g&ab_channel=SharonTateForever" target="_blank">trailer</a>) in which Melody's horrible abuse at the hands of sleazy producers alternates with semi-nude models pulling each other's hair and elderly <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/1972/07/19/archives/a-65-yearold-trouper-makes-it-to-broadway-in-the-automat.html" target="_blank">Edna Thayer</a> [below, not from the film] croaking <i>I'm a Big Fat Mama</i> to a dismayed casting director. The fact that two of the models are played by <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Judy_Landers" target="_blank">Judy Landers</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/220572134/tanya-roberts" target="_blank">Tanya Roberts</a> [the latter of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/03/tourist-trap-usa-1979.html" target="_blank">Tourist Trap</a></b> (1979)] may interest some viewers, but overall this disjointed soap-opera is unsatisfying and trite [...]"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYfJZyX7D9V3Sl_hkYKq9LpD8AVWL0qwDQsYLeGPeeDNR0FeW4clvEDkKLIWMAN-uKB6XXphyphenhyphentDfJiCTn5Fx1v4WgaHyVts353b0NNPrCabm_VEbEa1K1cRXpitfUvWi0_fkQfbDf4CUCATRI6zAeg65OpgG2il2pAteBhTFWmOj5ZnYkeF7Jy7073g/s800/9_EdnaThayer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="800" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYfJZyX7D9V3Sl_hkYKq9LpD8AVWL0qwDQsYLeGPeeDNR0FeW4clvEDkKLIWMAN-uKB6XXphyphenhyphentDfJiCTn5Fx1v4WgaHyVts353b0NNPrCabm_VEbEa1K1cRXpitfUvWi0_fkQfbDf4CUCATRI6zAeg65OpgG2il2pAteBhTFWmOj5ZnYkeF7Jy7073g/s320/9_EdnaThayer.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Michelle Daw/Dow never made another movie and fell off the face of the Earth. For those of you who watch <b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b> in the hope of some early career nudity on the part of Roberts and Landers, as the blogspot <i><a href="http://every70smovie.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-yum-yum-girls-1976.html" target="_blank">Every 70s Movie</a></i> (which thinks the movie is "Skeeve City") points out: "Future <b>Charlie's Angels</b> star Tanya Roberts plays a supporting role and somehow manages to stay dressed throughout her screen time, as does minor '70s starlet Judy Landers, who displays her eye-popping form in bikinis and lingerie. Anyone seeking cheap thrills is sure to be disappointed by <b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b>, and the movie offers nothing else to compensate."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6a74ypq6b_WfrfmjsC25mzQptuMZR9LQUBZL1xA4GUOqj3364k8WHC0WHW5zfHE8K8SCf_KSCqGPZzWLlbhqu_8rCqUr1nvYO2lFd_GUt1QnYraVkQF9G6b8qiiEZORI2k6cpfXx4zcRceA9CrgNr8rq_-52aaMR6nWW_xmqj8cAzj2RXiZy73c1Bw/s445/9_Yum_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="313" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6a74ypq6b_WfrfmjsC25mzQptuMZR9LQUBZL1xA4GUOqj3364k8WHC0WHW5zfHE8K8SCf_KSCqGPZzWLlbhqu_8rCqUr1nvYO2lFd_GUt1QnYraVkQF9G6b8qiiEZORI2k6cpfXx4zcRceA9CrgNr8rq_-52aaMR6nWW_xmqj8cAzj2RXiZy73c1Bw/s320/9_Yum_1.jpg" width="225" /></a></div>The newspaper advert below was found over at the fitfully kept but always fun website <i><a href="http://templeofschlock.blogspot.com/2012/07/movie-ad-of-week-yum-yum-girls-1978.html">Temple of Schlock</a></i>. The Twin West was probably <a href="https://cinematreasures.org/theaters/41572" target="_blank">Cedar Rapids Drive-in</a>, where it was teamed with <b>Happy Hooker</b> (1975), the film version of </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: 100%;">Xaviera Hollander's eponymous <a href="http://mostlycrappybooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-fiction-happy-hooker.html" target="_blank">Best Seller</a> — we took a look at that film way back in 2012 in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/06/richard-hugh-lynch-february-12-1936.html" target="_blank">RIP Richard Lynch</a></b> — and the much more idiotically entertaining T&A jiggler <b>Cherry Hill High</b> (1977 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/cherry-hill-high-1977" target="_blank">full film</a>).</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENbYYM7GkdY61vWIiL_pHYKFt1ADNKVuQBy1-vkeCef7vtR-X4b0uoztycJsgIr1yU2jzUcBY-CbSXFrwquQuia3O4cfL7O036BpODWXqkgVVDJIX5XLA0_Opw7mHWXpZIKqT6rJeW0yrs_-i__VPbctmkSsSEErSug3BC3B37zXvOlyZlqvBsJy5RQ/s400/09_ymymgrls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="255" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENbYYM7GkdY61vWIiL_pHYKFt1ADNKVuQBy1-vkeCef7vtR-X4b0uoztycJsgIr1yU2jzUcBY-CbSXFrwquQuia3O4cfL7O036BpODWXqkgVVDJIX5XLA0_Opw7mHWXpZIKqT6rJeW0yrs_-i__VPbctmkSsSEErSug3BC3B37zXvOlyZlqvBsJy5RQ/s320/09_ymymgrls.jpg" width="204" /></a></div></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Serendipity, of sorts: At the Twilight, <b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b> was screened with <b>Cheerleaders Beach Party</b> (1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=N0xjTZ_7jgM&ab_channel=YANOFilms" target="_blank">full film</a>), an </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: 100%;">idiotically entertaining T&A jiggler directed by Alex E. Goitein, the man who brought us <b>Cherry Hill High</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">. <b><a href="https://braichposters.com/collections/programs/products/hamburg-city-of-sin-dir-arnold-miller-movie-original-flyer-70s" target="_blank">Hamburg, City of Sin</a></b>, release date unknown, is a forgotten (possibly lost) film from the British filmmaker <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/256029011/arnold-louis-miller" target="_blank">Arnold Louis Miller</a> (20 Oct 1922 – 26 or 28 Apr 2014), whose earlier projects include such fine proto-mondos and post-mondos like <b>West End Jungle</b> (1961 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/primitivelondon" target="_blank">scene</a>), <b>Nudes of the World</b> a.k.a. <b>Nudes of All Nations</b> (1962 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcVfDAvojNQ&ab_channel=TheNuStars" target="_blank">stuff cut together</a>), <b>London in the Raw</b> (1964 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/londonintheraw" target="_blank">full film</a>) and <b>Primitive London</b> (1965 / <a href="https://archive.org/details/primitivelondon" target="_blank">full film</a> / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVDevVdkmlI&ab_channel=moggy23" target="_blank">scene</a>), and British exploitation like <b>The Skin Game</b> a.k.a. <b>K.I.L. 1</b> (1962), <b>Secrets of a Windmill Girl</b> (1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MyvVRFWWKc&ab_channel=NeonStorm" target="_blank">full film</a>) and <b>Frustrated Wives</b> (1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zadHfgfAez8&ab_channel=DirtyKunstVideo" target="_blank">scenes</a> / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fflICZ4JtdY&ab_channel=ScottyF.M.Glenn" target="_blank">La La Loo</a>), often working with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/09/rip-stanley-long.html" target="_blank">Arnold L. Long</a></b>.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnY3JMHwC2xCC8r9F7M9luVm7_0LbhiFQvqKMThRUR4FbRqdGlf_C6tWgyKkEErT8eh1hsBtacx5AlLzies1O9j1RWqlUIjKEaF2GjUmopu5EPAJZH5Emsowu08bcpAyUuqTD31IFLVMxPrA0Bkrb2QXFqQVwn55QG7uuB21VqtBgjBT5GPmhwAzuDEA/s907/09_Ad17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="358" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnY3JMHwC2xCC8r9F7M9luVm7_0LbhiFQvqKMThRUR4FbRqdGlf_C6tWgyKkEErT8eh1hsBtacx5AlLzies1O9j1RWqlUIjKEaF2GjUmopu5EPAJZH5Emsowu08bcpAyUuqTD31IFLVMxPrA0Bkrb2QXFqQVwn55QG7uuB21VqtBgjBT5GPmhwAzuDEA/s320/09_Ad17.jpg" width="126" /></a></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Anyways, with <b>The Yum-Yum Girls</b>, the diaphanous trail of Veronica Ericson a.k.a. Veronica Erickson a.k.a. Ingrid Erickson a.k.a. Erica Ericson a.k.a. <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Veronica_Reed" target="_blank">Veronica Reed</a> a.k.a. Bambi May disappears. Anyone know where she went or what she is doing or did after she disappeared?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><span>Now go to <i>BVD </i>Part XVI:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span>Russ Meyer's ex-wife</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Edy Williams – </a></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Pt. I (1963-67)</a> </span></b></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></span>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-29917411263438637202023-11-03T10:57:00.000+01:002023-11-03T10:57:08.193+01:00Hue & Cry (Great Britain, 1947)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0HtgqS6a34vVcdn4i-TvbM4NfVNZiFcSvg9Nw9_i-8SzjMfuS4u2hfEooA7-hRgf8e2hFwwCvRj0aTA8fBhR8lMTuCrmMq54p-Uwi1-1njcvvpstPBXbhE6istuTUomfWFlA2cIWV3aBd31RSPMM8MmM9t-nSPRvGDEiJ6W3Okd4Iiert2fkUPoGEQ/s359/db_20008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0HtgqS6a34vVcdn4i-TvbM4NfVNZiFcSvg9Nw9_i-8SzjMfuS4u2hfEooA7-hRgf8e2hFwwCvRj0aTA8fBhR8lMTuCrmMq54p-Uwi1-1njcvvpstPBXbhE6istuTUomfWFlA2cIWV3aBd31RSPMM8MmM9t-nSPRvGDEiJ6W3Okd4Iiert2fkUPoGEQ/s320/db_20008.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>Hue & Cry</b> is
the tertiary feature film project of British director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/23454/charles-crichton">Charles
Crichton</a> (6 Aug 1910 – 14 Sept 1999), a former film editor (on many an
English classic) who had, only three years earlier, made his directorial debut
with the war-time propaganda film <b>For Those in Peril</b> (1944 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJ8r0kqi174&ab_channel=BritishPath%C3%A9">trailer</a>),
assuming that one does not count his co-direction of the decidedly comic <i>The
Golfer's Story</i> segment — "the weakest entry but still charming in its own
way [<i><a href="https://www.horrifiedmagazine.co.uk/film/revisiting-dead-of-night-1945/">Horrified</a></i>]"
— of the famed anthology horror film <b>Dead of Night</b> (1945 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImxLOvTiM9Y&ab_channel=TrailerChan">trailer</a>)
as a full directorial credit. It is perhaps the propensity for humor, combined
with the obvious talent for shooting on location displayed in his second
feature film, <b>Painted Boats</b> (1945 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xw_jmJ39Mk&t=1s&ab_channel=FELIXCECCONI">scene</a>),
that led to this project, a film commonly touted as the "first"
Ealing comedy, although to simply label the film a comedy does this oddly
schizophrenic movie injustice.<b>*</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLe2JYA-bs4PT_2DCPGhyphenhyphenyiNvztuKZftPzqBwPuGvKFIyLQPpiH3cOns9HEB0RqAi3Xll7uCG0kwzaIdQbG0lmyO9vPQUerESyXawImuOFXItYNeImHb4yBbpSm0BWh6r6LRNPpcp6QLUIO5Adr293wRtChc9nnAPiq16jDt37AvYmKUhB8cwAKV94g/s400/Hue_and_Cry-1947-0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="400" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLe2JYA-bs4PT_2DCPGhyphenhyphenyiNvztuKZftPzqBwPuGvKFIyLQPpiH3cOns9HEB0RqAi3Xll7uCG0kwzaIdQbG0lmyO9vPQUerESyXawImuOFXItYNeImHb4yBbpSm0BWh6r6LRNPpcp6QLUIO5Adr293wRtChc9nnAPiq16jDt37AvYmKUhB8cwAKV94g/s320/Hue_and_Cry-1947-0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="DE">Despite forays
into other genres, today Crichton is above all remembered as a comedic
director. His best-known films remain, arguably, the classic Ealing comedy <b>The
Lavender Hill Mob</b> (1951 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_wbootYMio&ab_channel=StudiocanalUK">trailer</a>)
and his final movie, also a classic comedy, <b>A Fish Called Wanda</b> (1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WTwVpEEMps&ab_channel=MGM">trailer</a>).
<b>The Lavender Hill Mob</b> was likewise written by the same screenwriter as <b>Hue and
Cry</b>, </span><span lang="DE">T.E.B. Clarke</span><span lang="DE"> (7 Jun
1907 – 11 Feb 1989): he won the 1951 Oscar for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academy_Award_for_Best_Original_Screenplay" title="Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay"><span>Best Original
Screenplay</span></a> for his script to the movie.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YJTUnkKHDzDziLAcO2uqXnarXN-_DITCRiDsHoiN6uhWWM_eWhNckuaEu4htZ1iVgOcLGDUwe24xaCy4aMfSWAvERR8-y5yAqK1FCC-67JDxkWiktIA9muu_TtXboQ2hVgHZT0EEuYi461aKoDTnTM4F1Dz4ngxl3A9wU3BOEOe1PUiPenO4GsOp3A/s505/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-44-32%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="505" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YJTUnkKHDzDziLAcO2uqXnarXN-_DITCRiDsHoiN6uhWWM_eWhNckuaEu4htZ1iVgOcLGDUwe24xaCy4aMfSWAvERR8-y5yAqK1FCC-67JDxkWiktIA9muu_TtXboQ2hVgHZT0EEuYi461aKoDTnTM4F1Dz4ngxl3A9wU3BOEOe1PUiPenO4GsOp3A/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-44-32%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">At its core, <b>Hue &
Cry</b> is very much a close relative of <b>Emil and the Detectives</b> — which had
already been filmed twice by 1947: in Germany in 1931 (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZeCD0RQHZo&ab_channel=splendorfilmsdistrib">trailer</a>)
and in Great Britain in 1935 (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXYceOlFlKo&ab_channel=AminatOldies">full
film</a>) — if not the multitude of cheaper, mostly less-interesting flicks
from the US featuring the likes of the Little Tough Guys, the Dead End Kids,
the East Side Kids and/or the Bowery Boys. Here, at least for the poster the youths are given the moniker Blood & Thunder Boys, though we really cannot remember if the name is ever used in the film.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqC0j2hXorANjRC5TkgOyJETh6spvbP4L06kAHPBpVnY2oOudT7W2um-XvBj8cWPYx7SpZSKxverh4WBKS1maC0ApZTiAPD-aO26qlplOz-cCWAd-09vInQlISHOAhsdXqD2vtiyk1EdGnGXKRbQdMdHE7rNXuc1SAIhUfDHSucRezea1jaQUJVa9Yw/s570/hue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="570" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqC0j2hXorANjRC5TkgOyJETh6spvbP4L06kAHPBpVnY2oOudT7W2um-XvBj8cWPYx7SpZSKxverh4WBKS1maC0ApZTiAPD-aO26qlplOz-cCWAd-09vInQlISHOAhsdXqD2vtiyk1EdGnGXKRbQdMdHE7rNXuc1SAIhUfDHSucRezea1jaQUJVa9Yw/s320/hue.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">In any event, while the narrative initially concentrates on a
smaller group of youngsters, in time of need that group easily expands into an inordinately well-organized
and tightly knit swathe of young boys, all of whom are willing to swarm
together to work in unison for a common cause — even if, only a few hours
earlier, some among them were exchanging fisticuffs and pulling hair in a personal
fight. The setting this time around, however, is neither the big bad world of
Berlin or NYC, but a post-WWII London caught midway between in-ruins and
rebuilt.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfAweNV-DwpA6c1VMnAs8VZvziHIQdZUmAlHRxTb468onSi2qUFwZdIhpRiCxcBqSfIyT13jv8yKNUZJ8BRHdzsEIEd-0yvrGUhp2da6GztyYy7G3lpOl7xXx0ygrSGqma2jITjC-WtKo-jXun3ByXtN1HVUEUSyUtLBsFD5c7g-iOlzgeA1HYZTYAQ/s481/Screenshot%202023-04-23%20at%2021-20-36%20Hue%20and%20Cry%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="328" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfAweNV-DwpA6c1VMnAs8VZvziHIQdZUmAlHRxTb468onSi2qUFwZdIhpRiCxcBqSfIyT13jv8yKNUZJ8BRHdzsEIEd-0yvrGUhp2da6GztyYy7G3lpOl7xXx0ygrSGqma2jITjC-WtKo-jXun3ByXtN1HVUEUSyUtLBsFD5c7g-iOlzgeA1HYZTYAQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-23%20at%2021-20-36%20Hue%20and%20Cry%20(1947).png" width="218" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="DE"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="DE"><b><i>Hue
& Cry</i>:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RjCCI7rr-d0" width="320" youtube-src-id="RjCCI7rr-d0"></iframe></div><span lang="DE"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">The basic plot is
not the most original of narratives, and is very much of the type only found in
kiddy adventure flicks or books of the <i>Hardy Boys</i> or <i>Three Investigators</i> ilk. The
narrative is that of a young lad named Joe Kirby (<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/film/2012/jan/04/harry-fowler">Harry Fowler</a>
[10 Dec 1926 – 4 Jan 2012]<b>*</b>) who comes to realize that a story serialized in a
popular weekly penny dreadful is secretly being used by an unidentified master
criminal to convey instructions to his cadre of professional criminals. As to be
expected, Joe cannot find an adult who believes him, so he and his gang decide
to put an end to the criminals and their robberies by themselves.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxsyYGtvU0GYC_94MlkpGp0FuHwdcHRLurqPuWZibyZdwJCy0T4bspkbWZsSmEl3kok0O_FlhdM709QNJ5ozU1cObQrfJxpC-DbZW2uIcFbeabqYA0P07rze5RLv0aP1FqeTbxTNovKhaxLjP0vPgcegUQbwkImCXFqRn1oWOfcplbeaEgyazNJPx2Jw/s628/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-46-21%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="508" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxsyYGtvU0GYC_94MlkpGp0FuHwdcHRLurqPuWZibyZdwJCy0T4bspkbWZsSmEl3kok0O_FlhdM709QNJ5ozU1cObQrfJxpC-DbZW2uIcFbeabqYA0P07rze5RLv0aP1FqeTbxTNovKhaxLjP0vPgcegUQbwkImCXFqRn1oWOfcplbeaEgyazNJPx2Jw/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-46-21%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="259" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="DE">Though displaying
less than stellar acting chops in <b>Hue & Cry</b>, </span><span lang="DE">Harry
Fowler</span><span lang="DE"> went on to an acting career that lasted more than
six decades and over 200 screen appearances, including</span><span lang="DE">
<b>Fire Maidens from Outer Space</b></span><span lang="DE"> (1956 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KY1WFcTpkGo&ab_channel=ScreamFactoryTV">trailer</a>),
</span><b><span lang="DE">The Nanny</span></b><span lang="DE"><b> </b>(1965 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLAMjk6jPys&ab_channel=Hammer">trailer</a>)
and </span><span lang="DE"><b>Start the Revolution Without Me</b></span><span lang="DE"> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7pAZrOKQq4&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>).
Four years after the release of <b>Hue & Cry</b>, his married fellow actress </span><span lang="DE"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11996625/joan-dowling">Joan Dowling</a></span><span lang="DE"> (6 January 1928 – 31 March 1954), who played Clarry in that film, the
only female girl to be grudgingly accepted by the gang of boys and who often
proves herself very much their equal in mettle, stamina, courage and
intelligence. Three years later on 31 March 1954, at the age of 26, she killed
herself by gas poisoning in the kitchenette of their home in Farmer Street,
Kensington.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8eac1LLz999UOs7_vbJ-pvthoU3yG8KFw8tvVt4h9gKnG-fupyBJmdaESKvKAad3xVJGtLxUdSjNrX5gQAfwaWZHfkYl7HuT8-6RLJKRKHU2Cqzcm2zHHPmC9JF78ld7RkCn3ZHIoEo4ru7sjohZtW2ujCdoJjUesD16FuhqY-GzGZWwOk-6zV8NCQ/s503/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-44-57%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="503" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8eac1LLz999UOs7_vbJ-pvthoU3yG8KFw8tvVt4h9gKnG-fupyBJmdaESKvKAad3xVJGtLxUdSjNrX5gQAfwaWZHfkYl7HuT8-6RLJKRKHU2Cqzcm2zHHPmC9JF78ld7RkCn3ZHIoEo4ru7sjohZtW2ujCdoJjUesD16FuhqY-GzGZWwOk-6zV8NCQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-44-57%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">While the plot may
not be of any true note, it is the rest of the movie that makes the entire
package so watchable, enjoyable and entertaining — not to mention extremely
intriguing as a historical document. The last is due in particular to the
filmmakers' decision to film most of the movie on location in post-WWII London.
Street scenes show a London long gone, be it the markets where the early
morning laborers toiled, the rebuilt streets and brick houses long replaced by
sleek skyscrapers, or the bombed fields of ruined structures and rubble. The
last often calls to mind the ruins of Berlin as seen in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8108430/roberto-rossellini">Roberto
Rossellini</a>'s homophobic, pessimistic and melodramatic neo-realist fiasco (and "classic"), <b>Germany,
Year Zero</b> (1948 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1dwiVDbRlE&ab_channel=TransitFilmfest">scene</a>).
Interestingly enough, while <b>Germany, Year Zero </b>tries to affect by means of
moral corruption and child suicide, there is an almost in-passing short scene
in <b>Hue & Cry </b>that is far more affecting and unnerving than Rossellini's
entire movie. Prior to, during and after Joe and some of his pals stand amidst
the ruins of the Blitz discussing their plans, a young boy happily plays in the
ruins by imitating, to the point of aural perfection, the sounds of an air raid,
complete with planes, sirens, bombs falling and bombs exploding — something
that everyone in the movie was surely familiar with from real life.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8c_OoKyfZx9YAU-fYWlSCyICRtZVuJy3iyTIY1nl1i8rW5zlq-Q1OlRnfkqCObe5xzk-Wqqdpv7MaJWpLnRFkloGYgUSnpqRouOLdPauBq6NjQ3B7RVbu9k8XD1JT7DUfV__EqRla-kod5v7UY-dRHX2SbIhrcyWEQ7cPYaAE8FtIaTmCZ6YgxbfyuA/s508/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-45-11%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="508" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8c_OoKyfZx9YAU-fYWlSCyICRtZVuJy3iyTIY1nl1i8rW5zlq-Q1OlRnfkqCObe5xzk-Wqqdpv7MaJWpLnRFkloGYgUSnpqRouOLdPauBq6NjQ3B7RVbu9k8XD1JT7DUfV__EqRla-kod5v7UY-dRHX2SbIhrcyWEQ7cPYaAE8FtIaTmCZ6YgxbfyuA/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-45-11%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">It is an oddly
unsettling scene, one of many moments in the movie when it becomes rather hard
to simply label <b>Hue & Cry</b> a comedy. For though there are many moments of
humor in the movie, and one character that is played purely for laughs, <b>Hue
& Cry</b> is an interlacing of elements from and references to a variety of
genres: comedy, thriller, adventure, domestic drama, horror, suspense and more.
It is an amazing feat that such a schizophrenic films nevertheless remains both
coherent and grounded, offering a little of everything to make something well worth
watching and never boring.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WqoLPFYgcTrkB6KomYBT736SBh9oIpHAqR_DUzqijX7eYSM6CSCMNZV_5TXxpxMw-Zvgtz8m1NesP13tqNNyA2KJdi6KjRZSQyiuVzDuErYsvuRI_mESebVCfNV7LVc7KIJrLaKq7mHJQ9eVn1qO74V-c8R2fa5-dRKJqJhVAmhjTb_tZQaQ8Lpl-g/s507/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-45-48%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="507" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WqoLPFYgcTrkB6KomYBT736SBh9oIpHAqR_DUzqijX7eYSM6CSCMNZV_5TXxpxMw-Zvgtz8m1NesP13tqNNyA2KJdi6KjRZSQyiuVzDuErYsvuRI_mESebVCfNV7LVc7KIJrLaKq7mHJQ9eVn1qO74V-c8R2fa5-dRKJqJhVAmhjTb_tZQaQ8Lpl-g/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-45-48%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">Of the three stars
blazed across the movie's posters, only two are arguably remembered today. The
forgotten name, Valerie White (26 Dec 1915 – 3 Dec 1975), plays Rhona Davis, a
hardened bad gal with a fear of mice. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13571470/jack-warner">Jack Warner</a>
(24 Oct 1895 – 24 May 1981), a name perhaps best remembered from <b>The Quatermass
Xperiment</b> (1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlygJ9VfhVo&ab_channel=Hammer">trailer</a>),
plays Joe's boss, Jim Nightengale, who has more to him than just his annoying
laugh and humor would indicate. But the name at the top, and the face the hogs
up most of the poster, belongs to the Scottish character actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6522817/alastair-sim">Alastair Sim</a>
[(9 Oct 1900 – 19 Aug 1976) of the lesser Hitchcock film <b>Stage Fright</b> [1950 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzKx9y-75gg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers">trailer</a>]),
in a guest appearance as Felix H. Wilkinson, the author of the penny-dreadful
stories that are subsequently altered to convey the criminal's instructions. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMYBSqllaumhtTGh4x0d_sFj8nWlymWkxjGVPgq-Uw-c9-HjEeoFoVo5pXvQlHTP4zfWxyBVQOR5mlPfRfZOjmClr-32xGPLoffph7GenhcOZfDncEBndjE1kdCI6zAyqwNGEPeIT3cF0169-c4LFwjhI37XLyXrp1kv3TAVPr-bhMH5n1hYDslzvXg/s505/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-45-28%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="505" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMYBSqllaumhtTGh4x0d_sFj8nWlymWkxjGVPgq-Uw-c9-HjEeoFoVo5pXvQlHTP4zfWxyBVQOR5mlPfRfZOjmClr-32xGPLoffph7GenhcOZfDncEBndjE1kdCI6zAyqwNGEPeIT3cF0169-c4LFwjhI37XLyXrp1kv3TAVPr-bhMH5n1hYDslzvXg/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-45-28%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">Sims role is short, perhaps five to eight minutes in total at best, and he
makes an impressingly effective if somewhat hammy impression, coming across (at
least by modern standards) as a man you might not want to leave your children
alone with. Within seconds, he goes from batty to pleased to threatening to
swishy to fawning to flattered to terrified in an oddly campy turn that any and
all fans of the German Rialto Edgar Wallace <i>krimis </i>will recognize as the
performance that <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/163433728/eddi-arendt">Eddi Arendt</a>
(5 May 1925 – 28 May 2013) obviously based most of his Wallace <i>krimi
</i>performances on.*</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9myBxUV8BNGqPra5RztFASwl1RbDxCAVRmdVtx8VJDNomNSL0x4eIt_ZbZ-Gs5UIwqQSTA0XoZ81lrF9XY2yx_V8JQRreHgiBxvNra0BfvzwGGLVHbvnv4XcteYejalHNySUOrAfGzBxBBiv1cxxNQ3qV0DtsQevAfdAJ0-yuZYzQlPDfiZO2P6_Pqw/s507/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-44-44%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="507" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9myBxUV8BNGqPra5RztFASwl1RbDxCAVRmdVtx8VJDNomNSL0x4eIt_ZbZ-Gs5UIwqQSTA0XoZ81lrF9XY2yx_V8JQRreHgiBxvNra0BfvzwGGLVHbvnv4XcteYejalHNySUOrAfGzBxBBiv1cxxNQ3qV0DtsQevAfdAJ0-yuZYzQlPDfiZO2P6_Pqw/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-44-44%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b>*</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="DE">See, for example,
<b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/06/das-gasthaus-der-themse-inn-on-river.html">Inn
on the River</a></b> (1962), <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2016/12/das-indische-tuch-indian-scarf-germany.html"><b>The
Indian Scarf</b></a> (1963), <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/06/der-rote-kreis-denmarkgermany-1960.html"><b>The
Red Circle</b></a> (1960), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/03/der-schwarze-abt-black-abbot-germany.html">The
Black Abbot</a></b> (1963), amongst other films.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrgIhhzrv_r97Mp4g3yZNKAm-7aa96Bbapr_3UioCo2-RRqpTYm6RmFp7XPBpuKyHqytOVWxTOaMKtQxHPbNvOAmKv_uPocWaxkjHqSEJQph9rZlbfsf1EyYoOTZhHiWzpDfPmJkFsOL9s3N_usbI2vB-qO4i6ipI4NoW9Bf0VJkHBQAL8uC25oYv3A/s507/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-46-00%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="507" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrgIhhzrv_r97Mp4g3yZNKAm-7aa96Bbapr_3UioCo2-RRqpTYm6RmFp7XPBpuKyHqytOVWxTOaMKtQxHPbNvOAmKv_uPocWaxkjHqSEJQph9rZlbfsf1EyYoOTZhHiWzpDfPmJkFsOL9s3N_usbI2vB-qO4i6ipI4NoW9Bf0VJkHBQAL8uC25oYv3A/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-46-00%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">One of the better
vignettes of the movie concerns an escape through the sewers of London, the
result of the failure of the less-than-thought-out plans of out intrepid
youngsters, and there is a "torture" scene that is oddly funny, but
it us surely the big showdown at the end of the movie, in which apparently
every working class youth in London shows up to battle the bad guys as Joe
faces off with the top honcho, is a doozy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz4b6QBx9AxrHvrQcp5JGa4chQ40d2RM9S_18xDl6yEBtipg_kShGlQTuHkZ8hcSQbPPy8isyVoMZoTI3T7I5l3p1ZKYBawC-DZ6ci8jbCjpD68Fguqzh-mstHjzFU-DV-cgmYvL1i26BvwpdqxwDN-L4knpXSoJNEQcaIavJcqYDQ7h6LWpN0yJqQw/s526/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-43-44%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="526" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz4b6QBx9AxrHvrQcp5JGa4chQ40d2RM9S_18xDl6yEBtipg_kShGlQTuHkZ8hcSQbPPy8isyVoMZoTI3T7I5l3p1ZKYBawC-DZ6ci8jbCjpD68Fguqzh-mstHjzFU-DV-cgmYvL1i26BvwpdqxwDN-L4knpXSoJNEQcaIavJcqYDQ7h6LWpN0yJqQw/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-22%20at%2010-43-44%20Chy%C5%A5te%20ho!%20(1947).png" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE">In the end, <b>Hue
& Cry</b> might never truly lose the feeling that it is less a comedy than a
pre-teen suspense film, but the movie is very much worth watching as an adult
because it offers so much more than simple family entertainment. Give it a go.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="DE"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtoy0y80MZgbOepgTqZC13KRTgDFa7jSP1BVIpXyZnnIUC7CKPzhyphenhyphen_wihGwT8l1ohMNw_XVHbA_axCkYghsAYsmXRo1iV6OStwwtC-FYPLFCdK6568xkWja0-XPNuJR5B5fFXedNTR-GGBwPpS71ZN87mdHxRTZO8wW4i4lUKH6kqy5Vy7asI6Qfotw/s400/Hue_and_Cry-1947-00.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="400" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtoy0y80MZgbOepgTqZC13KRTgDFa7jSP1BVIpXyZnnIUC7CKPzhyphenhyphen_wihGwT8l1ohMNw_XVHbA_axCkYghsAYsmXRo1iV6OStwwtC-FYPLFCdK6568xkWja0-XPNuJR5B5fFXedNTR-GGBwPpS71ZN87mdHxRTZO8wW4i4lUKH6kqy5Vy7asI6Qfotw/s320/Hue_and_Cry-1947-00.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></span></div>
Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-86025886047663323392023-10-30T10:21:00.000+01:002023-10-30T10:21:46.497+01:00Unrest (USA, 2006)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHBqbKpPoCwMQ73WwLkTr6aoG_66IQSWiYVVXFMH9869E76YZW_GsRNpf6CDDg2CRgWSew4UytQN1X818wVBi8rjoGDv8Jq-8_XunWhorH3XZdrsPCIDDyqnC8obXEbcKRfZB_1iQld1ewLcXcekp4b3qY8qnAl562iYnUJ2979IgjcreGwm5BXBeDw/s346/Unrest_2006_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="230" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHBqbKpPoCwMQ73WwLkTr6aoG_66IQSWiYVVXFMH9869E76YZW_GsRNpf6CDDg2CRgWSew4UytQN1X818wVBi8rjoGDv8Jq-8_XunWhorH3XZdrsPCIDDyqnC8obXEbcKRfZB_1iQld1ewLcXcekp4b3qY8qnAl562iYnUJ2979IgjcreGwm5BXBeDw/s320/Unrest_2006_03.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">(Spoilers.) Sometimes the
question is not how a film ever got made, but why the film doesn't kill
someone's career. It is surprising that this dull and predictable and often
laughable slab of sub-generic horror didn't do exactly that to film's director
and co-scribe Jason Todd Ipson, but no, it apparently took his follow-up film
of the following year, <b>Everybody Wants to Be Italian</b> (2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXNcN-XgITg&ab_channel=HDTrailerArchive">trailer</a>)
to do that, as his filmic production has (possibly thankfully) been
non-existent since then. That this aggravating slab of cinematic sludge has
apparently won some awards along the way is less a valid statement about its
quality than solid support of the old maxim that "You can never underestimate
the intelligence of the public."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodCRWDv63vVF3ub_yG81zIlDS-eVr_V6AuFqvJ0emjlF5jB50KKaqpkWWGLEIC98s_J22RSD25yxniZ3DVjbMhbyWAZnkGuaih2TNnxpPXo8_1lPtiW0qSLgKD0PG1cC4Q-_lC9ANBC0iThNbBlzISWpHVsgrjstrBdIdRmnluwcQb7ZmBfZ10BwspQ/s500/unrest8films.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="349" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodCRWDv63vVF3ub_yG81zIlDS-eVr_V6AuFqvJ0emjlF5jB50KKaqpkWWGLEIC98s_J22RSD25yxniZ3DVjbMhbyWAZnkGuaih2TNnxpPXo8_1lPtiW0qSLgKD0PG1cC4Q-_lC9ANBC0iThNbBlzISWpHVsgrjstrBdIdRmnluwcQb7ZmBfZ10BwspQ/s320/unrest8films.jpg" width="223" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Trailer to</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Unrest:</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YtMjgOT_IcM" width="320" youtube-src-id="YtMjgOT_IcM"></iframe></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Okay, in all
honesty, Ipson's direction is not all that lousy — he knows, for example, how
to frame shots, pan the camera, keep the narrative rolling in a comprehensible
manner and even, occasionally, infuse the scene with some mild dread. But he
never manages to truly make his predictable and often ridiculous movie either
all that interesting or scary — but then, the actual narrative itself offers so
many guffaw-drawing headscratchers and holes that <b>Unrest </b>is doomed from the
start.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcGdM3kKD1VwUfXlYH5Rt1yddgAzh71C3WUt_s_PQ_H8hQApN1J4vo7_77aSoF6o4O_EvaFO1NpEa5Q77CwRVsvdetNRRg0pcmbo7Tm5wiDcg31PT7JDm2L45WioJziMnl9rPdtXZ17tVv_O3cVIAghJDh8-GNpqNWhsCGGTWpn9Tt4icFsvhkrJrMQ/s450/Unrest-2006-film-Jason-Todd-Ipson-9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="450" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcGdM3kKD1VwUfXlYH5Rt1yddgAzh71C3WUt_s_PQ_H8hQApN1J4vo7_77aSoF6o4O_EvaFO1NpEa5Q77CwRVsvdetNRRg0pcmbo7Tm5wiDcg31PT7JDm2L45WioJziMnl9rPdtXZ17tVv_O3cVIAghJDh8-GNpqNWhsCGGTWpn9Tt4icFsvhkrJrMQ/s320/Unrest-2006-film-Jason-Todd-Ipson-9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">The cinematic
tale concerns a rather bland Britney Spears-lookalike named Alison Blanchard
(Corri English of <b>House of Fears</b> [2007 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhcBALIHgeI&ab_channel=carlosdondiego">trailer</a>],
<b>Killer Pad</b> [2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYijjTndThI&ab_channel=Killerpadmovie">trailer</a>],
<b>Devil May Call</b> [2013 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mkRuCSAsAQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesIndie">trailer</a>]
and <b>Faye </b>[2021 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mkRuCSAsAQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesIndie">trailer</a>])
who, aside from never taking her bra off, is a late addition to her medical
school where she dorms in a bleakly empty building and, during her first day in
<i>Autopsy 101</i>, promptly pukes and passes
out due to the unease she suddenly feels when confronted by the naked corpse of
the unknown female she and four male classmates are to dissect. Needless to
say, there is truly something behind her feelings of unease besides a queasy
stomach, and one by one the various people who come into contact with corpse
die bloody deaths. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPw_zDZX2YCAUHP_hi23BbQDYoeCoCGq0cCYD2YjnTWy1ouKO3MKfbg0uWR1AneYTYqwp6kzYlrIpNaeLBEG9oxvEriFCnEiZpUTXl_NjugzXmsLWhJm_4mQfI2AiVf3RlynYZdtjDmSMleRePV0tioOVh0AWjIRHosL4rLkV5iwuvBikI4SKWU5QzA/s1400/Unrest_2006_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1400" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPw_zDZX2YCAUHP_hi23BbQDYoeCoCGq0cCYD2YjnTWy1ouKO3MKfbg0uWR1AneYTYqwp6kzYlrIpNaeLBEG9oxvEriFCnEiZpUTXl_NjugzXmsLWhJm_4mQfI2AiVf3RlynYZdtjDmSMleRePV0tioOVh0AWjIRHosL4rLkV5iwuvBikI4SKWU5QzA/s320/Unrest_2006_01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Luckily, Alison has more brains than her mansplaining classmates, so slowly but surely she puts 1 plus 1 together and soon she and Brian (Scott Davis of the Tiffany
Shepis non-flick <b>12-24</b> [2008 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yElPG3FnB_c&ab_channel=ed711">trailer</a>]),
the non-purity-ring-wearing classmate who becomes her squeeze, realize that the soul of that corpse is
not only not resting easily, but is actually an evil Aztec entity out for
deathly revenge... (Big lesson learned from the film? If confronted by a naked
corpse, whatever you do, don't comment about its ugly-ass vagina.)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxvVe1Y78pW-iTxhGhF9f12qPsAvJ7Bgs6Auv3swA-jqJT180pNtXlToz-Pss-9Qtvd4JvoB6IdoHGvGFzuzusZI-Pzs58Kuei9I5Y2xaUzYbyXkYqKAkwaLRooeC_rl-B6uhhDHI8KYfte4jPV_TDxSowXVuWEtTBEhSFCnvA9JwR-m0khAzqtPZTQ/s180/03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="126" data-original-width="180" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxvVe1Y78pW-iTxhGhF9f12qPsAvJ7Bgs6Auv3swA-jqJT180pNtXlToz-Pss-9Qtvd4JvoB6IdoHGvGFzuzusZI-Pzs58Kuei9I5Y2xaUzYbyXkYqKAkwaLRooeC_rl-B6uhhDHI8KYfte4jPV_TDxSowXVuWEtTBEhSFCnvA9JwR-m0khAzqtPZTQ/w320-h224/03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">A killer Aztec
ghost that writes "You're next" in blood in (not Nahuatl but) English in a history textbook? The
collected ashes, in an urn, of a body burnt in a school incinerator? A ghost
that kills anyone that it feels it has insulted its body but then only cuts off
the leg of the doctor that cuts it apart? A dead fat orderly that disappears
until the ghost sees fit to scare the main character by making his body
suddenly show up in a shower? Absolutely no logical follow up by the police or
figures of power despite events that would normally draw a swarm of officials
and/or press? People who literally swim in a tank of formaldehyde a couple of
times without any eye damage or skin irritation? And, of course, the angry
spirit leaves going after the movie's two lovebirds to the end so that they can
save each other and live happily ever after, with the Final Gal probably always
awakening, post-coitial, still wearing her bra...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImwtsYtwA5QZTrjoPsCeBY0SHHWgeC6mgLymxxCB0Cvsrj1UxHagwt-Km0miWr24BJcFlgaH-bVo4OZnnixWmnQpS0Ha49R3WTeM6Ecowk5hRt-_zZaHXVrtrULcZFWcTPyWQBC8xdgknIhvmcTQfsJfWUpBL331lrj-XMyFXqSuTqzoFSWh5dx3vOg/s560/Unrest_2006_05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="560" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImwtsYtwA5QZTrjoPsCeBY0SHHWgeC6mgLymxxCB0Cvsrj1UxHagwt-Km0miWr24BJcFlgaH-bVo4OZnnixWmnQpS0Ha49R3WTeM6Ecowk5hRt-_zZaHXVrtrULcZFWcTPyWQBC8xdgknIhvmcTQfsJfWUpBL331lrj-XMyFXqSuTqzoFSWh5dx3vOg/s320/Unrest_2006_05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB">But will they
live happily ever after? The final scene of <b>Unrest</b>, in Brazil, in which the two
supposedly victorious survivors suddenly pose a question that, obviously
enough, should be the harbinger of future deaths (either their own or at their possibly
former school) is less effective at offering a final shock than it does make
you want to throw your beer at the TV screen. They had to go all the way to
Brazil to suddenly consider that question? How did they ever graduate high
school, much less make it to college?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXigl4XOGlAWQF7IUnGtVwuogWF5xtzt-oZme0w1_bbAy4f2bIxKz4m17iQJsoxe1IKc9_69odce0u_muTF6lX4UYB9aTDIY49QxkYmCt06hIbMzZUcSGtQSBZ2HkpWiHS0a6iY-Zcmw2xfsrkg2zhgyiIyOKiyIlMfNPnhYYWN-g4WyJ0FRt_GLYaQ/s1400/Unrest_2006_02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1400" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXigl4XOGlAWQF7IUnGtVwuogWF5xtzt-oZme0w1_bbAy4f2bIxKz4m17iQJsoxe1IKc9_69odce0u_muTF6lX4UYB9aTDIY49QxkYmCt06hIbMzZUcSGtQSBZ2HkpWiHS0a6iY-Zcmw2xfsrkg2zhgyiIyOKiyIlMfNPnhYYWN-g4WyJ0FRt_GLYaQ/s320/Unrest_2006_02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Unrest </b>does get
some brownie points for fulfilling its exploitive naked-skin quotient by
amalgamating the sight of naked breasts only in conjunction with gross-looking
naked dead bodies, and the events surrounding the unlikable student Rick (Jay
Jablonski) do offer some nice dread, shock and horror, but on the whole the
movie remains an uninvolving, slow-moving, dull, and not very scary
"horror" flick. Absolutely nothing special here — although, in view
of its various awards, it does offer good evidence that some film juries are
obviously rigged. (For a much better angry, killer ghost offing medical workers
— instead of just students — check out the obscure German horror flick <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/sovia-death-hospital-germany-2009.html">Sovia:
Death Hospital</a></b> from 2007 [<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uK5v_mnlLE&ab_channel=ElectroBeatzTrailer">trailer</a>];
atmospheric, well-made and brimming with fatal dread, it make <b>Unrest</b> look even
more like the worthless slice of wasted celluloid it is.)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5T64aZIf768K9T3rkOJQIKM_QPQ8k8U1L5LOw4iMF3zWc-UWcD9gOl5m4_GJ8u3RiMS2XbyNwEZpXeTfarpnulye42O2fNwJ6fUZnY7um_puYqZImKy-tzAkrO8kbqshd8i-_vKqBkQ3DoG0u940Nho-FEuCsfzaMd4cw_ecog1snh69ySkYuRDhjAw/s560/Unrest_2006_04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="560" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5T64aZIf768K9T3rkOJQIKM_QPQ8k8U1L5LOw4iMF3zWc-UWcD9gOl5m4_GJ8u3RiMS2XbyNwEZpXeTfarpnulye42O2fNwJ6fUZnY7um_puYqZImKy-tzAkrO8kbqshd8i-_vKqBkQ3DoG0u940Nho-FEuCsfzaMd4cw_ecog1snh69ySkYuRDhjAw/s320/Unrest_2006_04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></span></div>
Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-55136008218752226012023-10-24T11:12:00.000+02:002023-10-24T11:12:44.846+02:00Natural Selection (Planet Texas, 1999)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcQK7U4hJom4RCys6-7vfY0YxLIzioHhjiDdpqnXDRVIaYKVtzjRAwaSj13rEpDWh8XL2Se2l2yJqQKJHxx-wg9SXGH3UNgy-EZRCX8i6H_LodBMlHN88xYYkp-prshVDHl7Rd365IRk0jAfGhFYMO-OG0EHPDyK6mAoxzqwZ9b5465ac0slAqcCsVg/s266/%C3%B6images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="189" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcQK7U4hJom4RCys6-7vfY0YxLIzioHhjiDdpqnXDRVIaYKVtzjRAwaSj13rEpDWh8XL2Se2l2yJqQKJHxx-wg9SXGH3UNgy-EZRCX8i6H_LodBMlHN88xYYkp-prshVDHl7Rd365IRk0jAfGhFYMO-OG0EHPDyK6mAoxzqwZ9b5465ac0slAqcCsVg/s1600/%C3%B6images.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><br />"<i>Billy, quit covering your titties and play ball!</i>"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Coach Al Sand (Bob Richardson)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBOsjNocxJYG7iwje0kDzeeKLxUV_LgHg1MlCEmdxkEkdbxjXvWu8ZhgDLuFi7Aywa6o_ZrDnlL9lsD79wL3z7D8_SC6fxTaSea1tciRtE4LkNosokjKiDMu0CuVNvHtwx1HVMKnsntG6-dE_1R5jow24N7Voinhj2-1oBG1Maiu-32kuXKCrt_MjUw/s592/killer-x1.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="592" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBOsjNocxJYG7iwje0kDzeeKLxUV_LgHg1MlCEmdxkEkdbxjXvWu8ZhgDLuFi7Aywa6o_ZrDnlL9lsD79wL3z7D8_SC6fxTaSea1tciRtE4LkNosokjKiDMu0CuVNvHtwx1HVMKnsntG6-dE_1R5jow24N7Voinhj2-1oBG1Maiu-32kuXKCrt_MjUw/s320/killer-x1.webp" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">(Spoilers) There is a serial killer on the loose in small town Texas, a homicidal postman who's about to become a daddy. An out-of-the-ordinary FBI agent arrives on the scene, even as a second man decides to try his hand at killing people...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSloS6-m5l3gGnwhSU6m31cbLnU-HCJFtSzmfhlA8k8UDk8mq7lq5PkD-NM20vApXrDRckuFNYZsNpGq4eG0_U1TkA62GPVsLRpWIWhx77y8AtbihyB7rEFc8DRDoz-26SN9jwLKXJplI2SfR7T9WODMUUZs0jc0ZZR5esFa0SQxtSOgBpggsKX1OPyw/s246/MonsterHunter_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="246" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSloS6-m5l3gGnwhSU6m31cbLnU-HCJFtSzmfhlA8k8UDk8mq7lq5PkD-NM20vApXrDRckuFNYZsNpGq4eG0_U1TkA62GPVsLRpWIWhx77y8AtbihyB7rEFc8DRDoz-26SN9jwLKXJplI2SfR7T9WODMUUZs0jc0ZZR5esFa0SQxtSOgBpggsKX1OPyw/s1600/MonsterHunter_1.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A.k.a. <b>Monster Hunter</b>, <b>Killer X</b> and <b>The Demon Slayer</b> (the last should not be confused with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/06/demon-slayer-usa-2003.html" target="_blank">The Demon Slayer</a></b> [2003]). Even if they probably seldom admit it, most "bad film" aficionados are always in search of that special film: that bad film, that obscure film, which (like, say, in the films of those of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1670/ed-wood" target="_blank">Ed Wood</a> or <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/72887335/renate-elizabeth-harmon" target="_blank">Renee Harmon</a>) manages to transcend all expectations and entertain in a manner — any manner — that moves beyond simple unmitigated terribleness. This trash film here, does exactly that, if on a far more intentional and conscious manner than true outsider filmmakers (Wood, Harmon, et. alia), for one would not be stretching things to say that, for all its faults, <b>Natural Selection</b>, the black comedy directorial debut of self-described writer-director-storyboard artist Mark [Lambert] Bristol, indicates a certain level of notable directorial talent and playfulness that is usually missing from truly bad movies.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuaU_3mNlnlf0u7KoWbg1hGFu4E6b1EB7-ZjNEY0k7Up47jbFyci79Bax9Y29hAjbvrEXCP8xzpWn7iuGdZI7DLASdHGC1KKEVg-7dDqpTALcTPOdMbscfmFyOGykt-r3IktR8c1yad5ead0lSZEddVbshYHDbXQ56YQVshyIFpYLZy4IOZpXz4tahxg/s266/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="190" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuaU_3mNlnlf0u7KoWbg1hGFu4E6b1EB7-ZjNEY0k7Up47jbFyci79Bax9Y29hAjbvrEXCP8xzpWn7iuGdZI7DLASdHGC1KKEVg-7dDqpTALcTPOdMbscfmFyOGykt-r3IktR8c1yad5ead0lSZEddVbshYHDbXQ56YQVshyIFpYLZy4IOZpXz4tahxg/s1600/images.jpg" width="190" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Monster Hunter</i>:</span></span><span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EUfuoUcGVCk" width="320" youtube-src-id="EUfuoUcGVCk"></iframe></div></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">That said, the script as supplied by two apparent one-shot unknowns, B.J. Burrow and Allen Odom, while undoubtedly also responsible for much of the movie's humor, does display some notable flaws in its structure: Natural Selection plays out a bit like at least two flicks, possibly three, stitched together. The version we watched, for example, had the title Monster Hunter, the nickname of the character played by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37899069/david-carradine" target="_blank">David Carradine</a> ([8 Dec 1936 – 3 Jun 2009] of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2017/07/dinocroc-vs-supergator-usa-2010.html" target="_blank">Dinocroc vs. Supergator</a></b> [2010], <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/09/while-debt-dead-breakfast-2004-has-to.html" target="_blank"><b>Dead & Breakfast</b></a> [2004], <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2018/11/q-usa-1982.html" target="_blank"><b>Q: The Winged Serpent</b></a> [1982] and so much more), an <b>X-Files</b> type of FBI investigator named Louise Dehoven, who is more an unhinged religious fanatic than a capable investigator. His entire storyline, which is at best tenaciously tied to the movie's main and more-interesting serial killer narrative, and even less tied to the TV true crime report aspect of the narrative, could have been cut out completely; had they done so, about the only thing one would have probably notice is a noticeably shorter running time.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: courier;">The original version of</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1470645/?ref_=ttsnd" target="_blank">Graham Parker</a>'s <i>Daddy's A Postman</i>:</span></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oAp0sh-NP_c" width="320" youtube-src-id="oAp0sh-NP_c"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Indeed, although Carradine shows true commitment to his role and not only plays Dehoven suitably deranged but also manages to milk his character (in delivery, action and appearance) for some laughs, the film might have been better had they not gone with having a special part for a "name actor" and, instead, expanded on the serial-killer and/or true-crime-report aspect. That aside, it is fun watching the normally taciturn Carradine intentionally hamming it up as an off-the-wall character who steadily proves himself more and more unhinged until his big scene where he blasts a car to bits and then attacks with a stake in each hand. That Dehoven is able to locate the main killer of the movie so quickly has less to do with any exceptional talent or gift as an FBI agent than that the local cops of White Hills, Texas, are such idiots. (How stupid are they? Well, the killer already has the on-the-street sobriquet "The Postman" because he leaves the decapitated heads of his victims, with postage stamps glued to their forehead, in the mailboxes of the victims' houses, but the local cops are too stupid to check out postal deliverers.) Dehoven is apparently able to see the evil demons within people, demons which oddly enough also seem to inhabit the dead bodies of various victims, which is why he is partial to staking dead as well as living bodies. Personally, we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> read the demons that he is able to see not as real but, rather, as tactile but hallucinatory figments of his imagination and unhinged religiosity<b>, </b>but feel free to see them as you want.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> <b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4qJ_dqrwNSb4DmQpLxdslw9jKFw6Z31AAYW727ziOs2LMHEEjdrE1QKnW58dDQvFC1YcwywY09CGbUlUNO15vbUBgx1BLYcjsZPkrlMDt2zqbRMD5RPNEdcV-8LNWMkvf2McWjNfeuD8oHgC-Q18Q4evKbaC8Nt-6bTXJWo4wNfHSOs4kBUEZmF4Eg/s200/killerx_staking.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="200" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4qJ_dqrwNSb4DmQpLxdslw9jKFw6Z31AAYW727ziOs2LMHEEjdrE1QKnW58dDQvFC1YcwywY09CGbUlUNO15vbUBgx1BLYcjsZPkrlMDt2zqbRMD5RPNEdcV-8LNWMkvf2McWjNfeuD8oHgC-Q18Q4evKbaC8Nt-6bTXJWo4wNfHSOs4kBUEZmF4Eg/s1600/killerx_staking.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Monster Hunter</b> doesn't exactly follow the traditional structure of movie narratives, something that is somewhat confusing at first. Hardly linear in its storytelling, the movie not only jumps back and forth in time, but also intercuts the traditional narrative, in which the identity of "The Postman" is not yet known by the general public, with that of a true crime TV show delving into the past and development of the now infamous identified killer. Those interviewed on the report, in word and action, reveal themselves as a pack of verbose or inane or oblivious or in-bred talking heads of the kind that are totally unaware of how laughable they are — in other words, only a slight caricature of the contemporary, publicity-hungry American (of our post-<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/15_minutes_of_fame" target="_blank">15 minute</a> period) in search of their 15 seconds fame. Half the time what they say is said so in-passing and straight-faced that the humor needs a second or two hit, but it is trenchant.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYC8jglG6eIy-3v5EvLCjd_SinB0dxIcmmsQt7WiQe1ww2-So4S_OUh3XV3F5wvNEpgb7NHOrr1uh_3_mRmOmdIxFgloWaGueYdNsm80YwusCNcUKLWn0I3l0daMNApx6CidMmCvqmpjQx88HkIwJmM8JbBGWjqugJVTwlEVNnCOG1OCHidPPVr8cYQ/s251/imagese.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="251" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYC8jglG6eIy-3v5EvLCjd_SinB0dxIcmmsQt7WiQe1ww2-So4S_OUh3XV3F5wvNEpgb7NHOrr1uh_3_mRmOmdIxFgloWaGueYdNsm80YwusCNcUKLWn0I3l0daMNApx6CidMmCvqmpjQx88HkIwJmM8JbBGWjqugJVTwlEVNnCOG1OCHidPPVr8cYQ/s1600/imagese.jpg" width="251" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The actual, "traditional" narrative of the murderer is not quite as funny, although it does have flashes of truly black humor and more than enough laughs. Occasionally, however, it is also rather uncomfortable: any scene shared by Willie "Postman" Dickenson (Carradine's half-brother Michael Bowen of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/11/cabin-fever-2-spring-fever-usa-2009.html" target="_blank">Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever</a> </b>[2009], <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-of-comet-usa-1984.html" target="_blank">Night of the Comet</a></b> [1984] and<b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/forbidden-world-usa-1982.html" target="_blank">Forbidden World</a></b> [1982]) and his obviously emotionally abused and broken wife Sally (direct-to-video actress Elizabeth Barondes of <b>Night of the Scarecrow</b> [1995 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AztKQwPZi_4&ab_channel=VideoDetective" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and the third and possibly most-pointless version of <b>Not of this Earth </b>[1995 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=id_K_q7sLQ0&ab_channel=M.T." target="_blank">full film</a>]) are positively skin-crawling because the interaction between the two is too real and too recognizable, and the bigger hole that she is digging herself into leaves a nasty aftertaste. (Is she lucky that she never makes it that far?) Michael Bowen is not a character to draw laughs onscreen, though his facial expression when one victim covers for him on the phone while he's busy with another victim is pretty priceless. In general, however, Bowen manages an amazingly threatening presence that even makes his occasionally flashed winning and warming smile, which might well light up the room, oddly scary. It is the undisputed truth that <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qd9zCTPahqk&ab_channel=TheUndisputedTruth-Topic" target="_blank">smiling faces</a>...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTBbMn1ipViDlQM13KnD_2PXl0o1BfYvTfs5ZGVv4RQVyGkJeiq8NrAwUEb8rYKU4oIZIvPNAQUoG2cjUCuYBUn5DKijK3QpQQ_TTg7MCC6wM9zKV6azYwPPd0g2k852oAgnKAvxvntpU6jcPJvAPBPfLYlXoILeDaaLaHgZfQ1CMlrxpP0riraWg6A/s250/imagesss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="141" data-original-width="250" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTBbMn1ipViDlQM13KnD_2PXl0o1BfYvTfs5ZGVv4RQVyGkJeiq8NrAwUEb8rYKU4oIZIvPNAQUoG2cjUCuYBUn5DKijK3QpQQ_TTg7MCC6wM9zKV6azYwPPd0g2k852oAgnKAvxvntpU6jcPJvAPBPfLYlXoILeDaaLaHgZfQ1CMlrxpP0riraWg6A/s1600/imagesss.jpg" width="250" /></a></div>In general, the acting of the other more relevant characters of the real-life narrative is in general pretty good. As mentioned, Carradine is definitely the most over-the-top, but it fits his character. Elizabeth Barondes is affective and effective during her short time onscreen as his tragic wife, but she is almost too real to garner anything but pity. The only other female of note is the airheaded college student Marie (Missy Atwood), and while she is indeed a believable product of a Texan education, she fails to supply the exploitive nude scene an airhead of her caliber used to guarantee. Her live-in boyfriend, Glenn, is played by Darren E. Burrows (of <b>976-EVIL</b> [1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeGhg75Ag6k&ab_channel=Eurekaentertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>], <b>Cry-baby</b> [1990 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yB1bLlguZVY&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>Class of 1999 </b>[1990 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3w-ph46XYWQ&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>]), who has definitely inherited <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/200548018/billy-drago" target="_blank">his father</a>'s ability to play weird; he does a decent job both as a nice guy and bad guy. But the best actors are actually all the unknowns that play the typical John & Jane Doe characters of the TV-report interludes: most look less like real actors than the real thing. Their non-sequiturs and often inane responses are delivered with amazing naturalness, adding a layer of authenticity that is surprisingly contemporary: one can easily image almost any of them today insisting, with conviction, that the election was stolen, Democrats eat babies, JFK Jr. is still alive, Jews shoot laser beams from satellites in the sky, and Trump is a good person.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Axgef_3z9pgNLNYf0xHS4IKC455jfa2s71GdQYdwybmrpJfJjCQCmcvnrCj_ZQEd4wbiZ94luXMRndr0zC43pjXNgBDeguTbmYCCJFxlnDxf7tGFepkl-Xup3PBUZhfmXp2EgXaF1wOP659MmT2vogl1qKc8QbeKN34KJqjT3jxegPecOPpYLDYatA/s474/killer-x2.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="474" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Axgef_3z9pgNLNYf0xHS4IKC455jfa2s71GdQYdwybmrpJfJjCQCmcvnrCj_ZQEd4wbiZ94luXMRndr0zC43pjXNgBDeguTbmYCCJFxlnDxf7tGFepkl-Xup3PBUZhfmXp2EgXaF1wOP659MmT2vogl1qKc8QbeKN34KJqjT3jxegPecOPpYLDYatA/s320/killer-x2.webp" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As already mentioned, <b>Natural Selection</b> is an odd mixture narrative styles. The film itself opens with someone entering a room and turning on the TV, directly to a true crime program about <i>Citizen Willy</i>, whence all the subsequent interviews come. But even before the cheap but enjoyable credit sequence roles, the film jumps to real life: as in the trailer, a long line of children skip past the camera in slow motion as the camera travels up to the headline of a newspaper being read by an elderly local. This pleasantly shot scene is soon followed by a longer, cleverly constructed interlude in which a tied-up and blindfolded man tries desperately (but fails) to escape the house. The creative camerawork found in both scenes raises its hand again multiple times within the film, and while it is never obtrusive it is notable and enjoyable. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLL-OJGZ2VWgNvNzlbHKMJCTo2IBJdtBO-Izu2X2o0XCWCnRApB3sRFtxkdVtDymzD4WtTBBISgYtA2Kza8fGaQLzlEjodFXonBSd-j179z1vHeoMMje-7qHr8tgPbnAZD-nQZDiqg2soj5RAh48oIt4Va74fqVpuL3TAYQXednMpO3X_kk34b4AaFA/s251/imagess.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="251" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLL-OJGZ2VWgNvNzlbHKMJCTo2IBJdtBO-Izu2X2o0XCWCnRApB3sRFtxkdVtDymzD4WtTBBISgYtA2Kza8fGaQLzlEjodFXonBSd-j179z1vHeoMMje-7qHr8tgPbnAZD-nQZDiqg2soj5RAh48oIt4Va74fqVpuL3TAYQXednMpO3X_kk34b4AaFA/s1600/imagess.jpg" width="251" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier;">So, in short: For being a slice of low-budget trash, <b>Natural Selection </b>is an amazingly agreeable and good film. Blackly funny, its direction reveals care, creativity and thought, and even its initially confusing structure gels together as a coherent whole by the end. If you go into this film expecting a typical, low-budget David Carradine action film, you will surely find the movie shite. But if you're looking for an off-the-wall black comedy with flashes of low-budget brilliance, you really need to check <b>Natural Selection</b> out. As a diamond, it is flawed, but that doesn't stop it from being an unjustly undiscovered trash-film gem.</span></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-80126335920652759872023-10-17T12:54:00.005+02:002023-12-06T10:57:43.495+01:00BOY — Babes of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Part XIV: Phyllis Davis, Pt. II (1975-2013)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAAgGQwCZ84DfGWUCdkn3Qu-7Inti9bM9uxXyjUDD25jXYFrc4vNLG3HV_FlMPcJcHZmjYL01Kct58aPidUR08Idi7ilDZWb3caKktX_NtIIdQm0K1CK3QC136q9gZBx3Xdf4kvkwUCI0-OhSh9CrLMBatlraw00FmcMOyI9__DF9oZNa0hjJ2nsEfA/s640/beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls-md-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="640" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAAgGQwCZ84DfGWUCdkn3Qu-7Inti9bM9uxXyjUDD25jXYFrc4vNLG3HV_FlMPcJcHZmjYL01Kct58aPidUR08Idi7ilDZWb3caKktX_NtIIdQm0K1CK3QC136q9gZBx3Xdf4kvkwUCI0-OhSh9CrLMBatlraw00FmcMOyI9__DF9oZNa0hjJ2nsEfA/w400-h278/beyond-the-valley-of-the-dolls-md-web.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"<i>Using unknowns you avoid highly exaggerated salaries and prima donnas</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9504308/russ-meyer" target="_blank">Russ Meyer</a></span><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br />Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, Russ Meyer's baroque 1970 masterpiece, one of only two movies he ever made for a major Hollywood studio (in this case, Fox), is without a doubt one of the Babest movies ever made. While we have yet to review it here at <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><i>a wasted life</i></a> (if we did, we would foam at the mouth in raging rave), we have looked at it before: back in 2011, in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-charles-napier.html" target="_blank">Charles Napier</a></b> (12 Apr 1936 – 5 Oct 2011), and again in 2013 in our <b>R.I.P. Career Review for the Great <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html" target="_blank">Haji</a></b> (24 Jan 1946 – 10 Aug 2013) — both appear in the film.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>This is not a sequel. There has never been anything like it!</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Advertisement tagline</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2013/08/rip-haji.html" target="_blank">Haji</a></b>'s entry, we were wrote, among other things, the following: "Originally intended as a sequel to the 1967 movie version of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6543563/jacqueline-susann" target="_blank">Jacqueline Susann</a>'s novel <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-TXJMKVa_g" target="_blank">trailer</a>), Meyer and co-screenwriter <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/107806860/roger-ebert" target="_blank">Roger Ebert</a> instead made a Pop Art exploitation satire of the conventions of the modern Hollywood melodrama, written in sarcasm but played straight, complete with a 'moralistic' ending that owes its inspiration to the Manson-inspired murder of Sharon Tate and her guests on August 9, 1969. Aside from the movie's absolutely insane plot, the cinematography is also noteworthy — as are the figures of the pneumatic babes that populate the entire movie. For legal reasons, the film starts with the following disclaimer: 'The film you are about to see in not a sequel to <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>. It is wholly original and bears no relationship to real persons, living or dead. It does, like <b>Valley of the Dolls</b>, deal with the oft-times nightmare world of show business but in a different time and context.' [...]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>Any movie that <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6543563/jacqueline-susann" target="_blank">Jacqueline Susann</a> thinks would damage her reputation as a writer cannot be all bad.</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/114237586/vincent-canby" target="_blank">Vincent Canby</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Russ Meyer films are always populated by amazing <strike>breast</strike>s sights, but <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> literally overflows its cups in an excess of pulchritude that (even if somewhat more demurely covered than in most of his films) lights the fires of any person attracted to women of the curvaceous kind that preceded today's sculptured plasticity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxKOdiZUPnq08gufKh5-LUdUr-jE23p9rKGy7k9sttu9huprW_GYiroeAcGTYpNwZKhxRMc2az8HR6alU4ddw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>And so we continue our look at the <strike>boobs</strike> film careers of the women of the Babest Film of All Times, <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>. The size of their <strike>breasts</strike> roles is of lesser importance than the simple fact that they are known to be in it somewhere, so we will look at the <strike>cleavage</strike> known unknowns in the background and the headlining semi-knowns in the front, focusing on their <strike>nipples</strike> careers in film. That is, but for one notable exception: the National Treasure that is the Great <a href="https://boobpedia.com/boobs/Pam_Grier">Pam Grier</a>. Though she had her film debut in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b> somewhere in the background of the opening party scene, as evidenced by the photo of her with <a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank"><b>Cissy Colpotts</b></a> below, and therefore should be included, we feel that a Wonderment of her caliber deserves an entry all of her own — a Sisyphean task we might one day take on...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dOx5iTs3psDVNweQckzWB42b5m4PxX1O1Zf3Bpseju860ZH9EtqwCbsY9SeCvaHAa3HsAdUVUcivAI4_ZFre7NtYHVf_RSTSyo-az2_HuX5YOhvGB61GJR9UE4NdE9F5RSkORzLuUwWL7HE5-kkIvY3tO3hUUnc4XezP1lD8dUoyezh23lrxVrUIPw/s320/00_Pam-Grier-Beyond-the-Valley-of-the-Dolls-1970.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="320" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dOx5iTs3psDVNweQckzWB42b5m4PxX1O1Zf3Bpseju860ZH9EtqwCbsY9SeCvaHAa3HsAdUVUcivAI4_ZFre7NtYHVf_RSTSyo-az2_HuX5YOhvGB61GJR9UE4NdE9F5RSkORzLuUwWL7HE5-kkIvY3tO3hUUnc4XezP1lD8dUoyezh23lrxVrUIPw/s1600/00_Pam-Grier-Beyond-the-Valley-of-the-Dolls-1970.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>So far, we have looked at the <strike>T&A</strike> careers of the following:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part I:The Non-babe of Note — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/06/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls-pt.html" target="_blank">Princess Livingston</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part II:Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/07/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Jacqulin Cole</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part III:Background Babe of <i>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</i> — <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/08/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Bebe Louie</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part IV:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Trina Parks</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part V:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/10/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Lavelle Roby, Pt. I (1968-76)</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VI:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/11/boy-background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html" target="_blank">Lavelle Roby. Pt. II (1979-2021)</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VII:Killer Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/12/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Samantha Scott</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part VIII:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/01/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Karen Smith</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part IX:Background Babes of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/02/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">The Five Mysterians</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part X:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/03/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Gina Dair</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XI:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-interstitial.g?blogspotURL=https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/04/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Cissy Colpotts, Pt I</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XII:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/05/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Cissy Colpotts, Pt II</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Part XII:Background Babe of <i>BVD </i>— <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis, Pt I</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lrupAEiQ5XpulzizBlvIYsHrvf5o9YcSbi4N02RhdZ8xXTj3ewgUrbjiv_fHHvcCNUg2Cg95lFs_r9_-byQvz90RjufDai7mVh681dgOaIBYMjZ4eJGKoU1sMVtb5giXzSVpdeW68YJqCvlojqGi_yBzj_nolR_mpBx37-a0hmp2dMKL2y9tTvtqJA/s974/0_Phyllis%20Kopie%20Kopie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="801" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lrupAEiQ5XpulzizBlvIYsHrvf5o9YcSbi4N02RhdZ8xXTj3ewgUrbjiv_fHHvcCNUg2Cg95lFs_r9_-byQvz90RjufDai7mVh681dgOaIBYMjZ4eJGKoU1sMVtb5giXzSVpdeW68YJqCvlojqGi_yBzj_nolR_mpBx37-a0hmp2dMKL2y9tTvtqJA/s320/0_Phyllis%20Kopie%20Kopie.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>Of all the women to appear in <b>Beyond the Valley of the Dolls</b>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/159485069/phyllis-davis" target="_blank">Phyllis Ann Davis</a> (17 Jul 1940 – 27 Sept 2013) went on to have the most successful career, albeit primarily on television. Born on planet Texas in Port Arthur, she and her family lived on the second floor above her parents' mortuary business located in their home. After graduating in 1958 from <a href="https://www.nederland.k12.tx.us/nhs/" target="_blank">Nederland White School</a>, Davis briefly attended <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamar_University" target="_blank">Lamar University</a> before dropping out and moving to La La Land in the mid-60s. She never married, but was known to have dated Joe Namath (of <b>Avalanche Express </b>[1979 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joxnllqOWmU&ab_channel=WarnerArchive" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) in the 60s and to have had "a long-term relationship" with <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1190/dean-martin" target="_blank">Dean Martin</a><b>*</b> during the 1970s and racehorse jockey Laffit Pincay Jr. during the mid 1980s.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Joe Namath</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>doing a commercial:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_BCWvH2ISyI" width="320" youtube-src-id="_BCWvH2ISyI"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Some pen-pushing writer-for-hire, the factoid-challenged and unknown <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/204169238/nicholas-p_-tosches">Nick Tosches</a> (23 Oct 1949 – 20 Oct 2019), in his non-definitive biography, <b>Dino — Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams</b>, has all of the following to say about her relationship with the "Percodan with Scotch"-slinging singer: "By then [1978], he had a new broad living with him: a young actress, Phyllis Elizabeth [<i>sic</i>] Davis, who would be co-starring in the fall in the new ABC-TV crime-drama series '<b>Vegas</b>.' Dean would make a guest appearance as himself at the start of the show's second season." By January 1979, in any event, Phyllis seems to have been replaced by another "new broad", Joni Anderson.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Dean Martin sings</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Everybody Loves Somebody</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/z-2_OstpR5c" width="320" youtube-src-id="z-2_OstpR5c"></iframe></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Her name became widely known when she co-starred (1978-1981) on the popular TV detective series <b><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vegas_(1978_TV_series)" target="_blank">Vega$</a></b> as Beatrice Travis, office manager and girl Friday for the show's main character, Las Vegas private detective Dan Tanna (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6351159/robert-urich" target="_blank">Robert Urich</a>). She eventually retired to that nowhere outside of Vegas known as <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henderson,_Nevada" target="_blank">Henderson, Nevada</a>, where she died of cancer at the age of 73 on 27 September 2013. For further details, we would suggest visiting the blogspot <i><a href="http://hillplace.blogspot.com/2015/12/belated-obituary-tribute-phyllis-davis-1940-2013.html" target="_blank">Hills Place</a></i>.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgky_9H_B0bO8n8TPMPdwxYVw9p_dE2DdKGzpxASjO7Afa1fNUbGgn_78N9B-PFrXsg8zg3Of1R7JsEQiC07QFgi5AfvF2RUbMu6SO29XglxChb3lMXoKxcKn3IbAK4XssPoNjdCjnuBjAvfQhbmuIlLyXHhNZH-8JH-3WChyphenhyphenyAQiirAVzSyDws28nB4Q/s2342/0_HerGrave.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1954" data-original-width="2342" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgky_9H_B0bO8n8TPMPdwxYVw9p_dE2DdKGzpxASjO7Afa1fNUbGgn_78N9B-PFrXsg8zg3Of1R7JsEQiC07QFgi5AfvF2RUbMu6SO29XglxChb3lMXoKxcKn3IbAK4XssPoNjdCjnuBjAvfQhbmuIlLyXHhNZH-8JH-3WChyphenhyphenyAQiirAVzSyDws28nB4Q/s320/0_HerGrave.jpeg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Phyllis Davis gravesite location:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_BLsZ142cxE" width="320" youtube-src-id="_BLsZ142cxE"></iframe></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">But now, let's move on to <b>Part II</b> of a typical (for <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i>) all-over-the-place look at the career of Phyllis Davis, beginning with something truly obscure...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Train Ride to Hollywood</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1975, dir. Charles R. Rondeau)</span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEsmc_CHcHdPRNWWNlfdwxN_Cn_HnyHHpw3GrybiW9WqMvXDBR-suggSgjzzh9ZTvPCchdWLuH3-SnQuPSVk3p0KEgD-iB215UsEVFbOoWmAtGoKC7FRN-ZPncnDR-SHMp5DD87QYA0mGn4j6HYuiRKW2M2wSG7MDuCRqgZjexZ5IyKTouZCuKzcB4w/s600/lf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="398" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEsmc_CHcHdPRNWWNlfdwxN_Cn_HnyHHpw3GrybiW9WqMvXDBR-suggSgjzzh9ZTvPCchdWLuH3-SnQuPSVk3p0KEgD-iB215UsEVFbOoWmAtGoKC7FRN-ZPncnDR-SHMp5DD87QYA0mGn4j6HYuiRKW2M2wSG7MDuCRqgZjexZ5IyKTouZCuKzcB4w/s320/lf.jpg" width="212" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A low-budget step away from exploitation and towards respectability? Phyllis Davis is found playing Scarlett O'Hara — look at that cleavage in the trailer! — in this G-rated comedy from TV director Charles R. Rondeau (14 Jul 1917 – 27 Aug 1996), his first feature film since 1960, when he released three fun little low-budget films, none of which were kiddy films: <b>The Girl in Lovers Lane</b> (1960 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJo-bzUvfeU" target="_blank">full film</a>), <b>The Threat</b> (1960) and, arguably the best of all three, <b>Devil's Partner</b> (1960).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7Arn3Yns_fLr7pfBWxuE3_EnYoM7asuzJ20zha497MmNeLi0skPAzTmKVPPJqy3jrHJqQ1DuxOdrFLJjtDaXXVp8TP2F6RnYPIPQKdsLwA9jPYMEEs8CYPACXk5lJPhABzBL7ol17E1H1qBIFG1GhhncQ9d4w0UoAIzTyLg3W2nL-jeRMUiTAYkopg/s384/Devil's_Partner_FilmPoster.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="384" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7Arn3Yns_fLr7pfBWxuE3_EnYoM7asuzJ20zha497MmNeLi0skPAzTmKVPPJqy3jrHJqQ1DuxOdrFLJjtDaXXVp8TP2F6RnYPIPQKdsLwA9jPYMEEs8CYPACXk5lJPhABzBL7ol17E1H1qBIFG1GhhncQ9d4w0UoAIzTyLg3W2nL-jeRMUiTAYkopg/s320/Devil's_Partner_FilmPoster.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Charles R. Rondeau's</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>The Devil's Partner</i>:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/S03cbP4Jq88" width="320" youtube-src-id="S03cbP4Jq88"></iframe></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">But then, <b>Train Ride to Hollywood</b> isn't really a kiddy film, either; the forgotten film is more of one strange cookie than anything else. Anyone out there remember the group Bloodstone? Bloodstone were an "American R&B, soul-funk band, formed in 1962 in Kansas City, Missouri. They started as a doo-wop group: <a href="https://www.discogs.com/artist/998172-The-Sinceres" target="_blank">The Sinceres</a> and they moved in late 1960s to Las Vegas, NV. By 1971 — billing themselves as Bloodstone — they decided to move to Los Angeles, CA, but failed to generate enough interest and they decided to move to London, UK. They became known for their funk/soul sound that blended <a href="https://www.discogs.com/artist/110593-Jimi-Hendrix" target="_blank">Jimi Hendrix</a>-styled rock music with doo-wop and gospel music undertones. Their biggest hit is <i>Natural High</i> (1973). [<a href="https://www.discogs.com/artist/135947-Bloodstone" target="_blank"><i>Discogs</i></a>]" <b>Train Ride to Hollywood</b> was one of their attempts to become big: a feature-length movie built around the band and their songs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMPApDyDX5gzhnJe3WaeoWjxT92Md5HbAeBZZA0GEdsrCQUDJ7kZ9LYNHo8ppFL6NNi3QTrUcj7xBwSXJgkYl27VaIfQd-DGudqtVsC0lc20lfOdmLY1uR-OLaHNICxoP95-9giatlZsazNkSlef0ICJokhzU-PhBveg2l5Dp1-jMU_7x1QGPbBEnxQ/s970/13_50265.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="970" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMPApDyDX5gzhnJe3WaeoWjxT92Md5HbAeBZZA0GEdsrCQUDJ7kZ9LYNHo8ppFL6NNi3QTrUcj7xBwSXJgkYl27VaIfQd-DGudqtVsC0lc20lfOdmLY1uR-OLaHNICxoP95-9giatlZsazNkSlef0ICJokhzU-PhBveg2l5Dp1-jMU_7x1QGPbBEnxQ/s320/13_50265.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Even if neither the name Bloodstone nor the title <i>Natural High</i> rings any bells, you would probably remember the song if you heard it — so check it out below. The band is still more-or-less around (consisting of "surviving members"), and was successful enough to have a lengthy <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloodstone_(band)" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a> </i>entry, but this film — in which they are the stars — has pretty much been completely forgotten.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY16ZSGmmi2x_6GTQXWKGqQFOa8FsOa0bVQiR_rF9qBocon6ZrGgUvOirF_erXUcXd4Xa7mI78V1whFiDj5j8t2WXYFvqK6VYcC7sAsciApLwctH7wXlIO0_fCygoyUJZ8ILISoeL1r84sujLoLFp4MeIgyTeoSAoLNhiwjUMoYv4hH8uera8fvDGxWA/s413/13_BLOODSTN-Nice14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="413" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY16ZSGmmi2x_6GTQXWKGqQFOa8FsOa0bVQiR_rF9qBocon6ZrGgUvOirF_erXUcXd4Xa7mI78V1whFiDj5j8t2WXYFvqK6VYcC7sAsciApLwctH7wXlIO0_fCygoyUJZ8ILISoeL1r84sujLoLFp4MeIgyTeoSAoLNhiwjUMoYv4hH8uera8fvDGxWA/s320/13_BLOODSTN-Nice14.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Bloodstone's biggest hit —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Natural High</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hbjQm-4SWY8" width="320" youtube-src-id="hbjQm-4SWY8"></iframe></div></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"In the realm of bad musicals, most know about <b>Can't Stop the Music</b> (1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqeQWYwVFo0&ab_channel=Shout%21Studios" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and <b>Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band</b> (1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ44a1LbwRw" target="_blank">trailer</a>). But <b>Train Ride to Hollywood</b> is so bad, I'm told it was barely released. Before the Village People and Bee Gees made their ill-fated attempts at box-office glory, the four-man R&B group Bloodstone [...] gave it a try. [...] Playing themselves, Bloodstone is about to go onstage for a concert when one of the members (Harry Williams) slips and conks his noggin, forcing him into an unconscious world that we must endure along with him for 80-some-odd minutes. When Martin Luther King Jr. said he had a dream, certainly he meant the opposite of this, which casts the guys as train conductors only a step or two above the demeaning level of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6808788/stepin-fetchit" target="_blank">Stepin Fetchit</a>. [<i><a href="http://www.flickattack.com/2011/09/train-ride-to-hollywood-1975/" target="_blank">Flick Attack</a></i>]"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgL8rlwYVOjSsz4tqbv6HN3QQdA2YULm3mNzFP-V5roB08T3oAEQgxGR8vU57fLyFj2gtYfOgbYbdEe8xzheMlLrjqQ8e2B2X-GGtkB_lxDFh6XoYXDFMW4Kf_i-xk2QpA45mTJ66Mzyu6lcPs_CHreUSntDstStPndITVO6IkyCfDU9JkIfNfdMSEFQ/s436/l_train-ride-to-hollywood-movie-poster_348fd3e4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgL8rlwYVOjSsz4tqbv6HN3QQdA2YULm3mNzFP-V5roB08T3oAEQgxGR8vU57fLyFj2gtYfOgbYbdEe8xzheMlLrjqQ8e2B2X-GGtkB_lxDFh6XoYXDFMW4Kf_i-xk2QpA45mTJ66Mzyu6lcPs_CHreUSntDstStPndITVO6IkyCfDU9JkIfNfdMSEFQ/s320/l_train-ride-to-hollywood-movie-poster_348fd3e4.jpg" width="220" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Train Ride to Hollywood</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_qbKR07pQto" width="320" youtube-src-id="_qbKR07pQto"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Although <i><a href="http://every70smovie.blogspot.com/2016/05/train-ride-to-hollywood-1975.html" target="_blank">Every 70s Movie</a></i> admits that "none of Bloodstone's members is a gifted actor", they were less appalled by the movie: "It's a broad-as-a-barn farce that sorta-kinda takes place in the past. [...] The movie is too amiable to get dismissed as a vanity piece, but it represents a bizarre approach to brand management. Shot and edited with a fair amount of polish but obviously made on a slender budget, [...] as the episodic storyline unfurls, viewers encounter light comedy in the Hope/Crosby style, musical numbers showcasing Bloodstone's stylistic versatility, and fourth-wall-braking gags. Some of the weirder scenes involve the whole cast getting wasted on smoke from the sheik's hookah, Harry boxing a gorilla, and the search for a killerwho suffocates people with his armpits. Yet <b>Train Ride to Hollywood</b> is so brisk, gentle, lively, and weird that it's hard to hate the movie, even though many sequences are painfully stupid. After all, where else can viewers watch <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/118041599/jay-robinson" target="_blank">[Jay] Robinson</a> do a bargain-basement Bela Lugosi imitation while saying, 'Hey, Bogie, don't bogart that joint!'?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The Choirboys</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1977, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19544/robert-aldrich" target="_blank">Robert Aldrich</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAJR9cIBJhvdybj775yEycYAASA6GODce03qGYIzRsPP6UsbYrYLoRdg12_HdOvVO3Lehsh2cuvmxbsBvywNTMq5dot4g85yZASyFmp3lDiphRQ1bYyv7olQhzybbo_CjuBUaeK4PjCvFKu89J4fcF-_Rfd0d64v61hDGnYO0H7BIEfQo_sQOXH4Csg/s1252/14_123986_0075845_19824a80.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1252" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAJR9cIBJhvdybj775yEycYAASA6GODce03qGYIzRsPP6UsbYrYLoRdg12_HdOvVO3Lehsh2cuvmxbsBvywNTMq5dot4g85yZASyFmp3lDiphRQ1bYyv7olQhzybbo_CjuBUaeK4PjCvFKu89J4fcF-_Rfd0d64v61hDGnYO0H7BIEfQo_sQOXH4Csg/s320/14_123986_0075845_19824a80.jpg" width="148" /></a></div></b> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>There are only two kinds of people in the world: cops and ... assholes</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Sgt. Spermwhale Whalen (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/102549548/charles-durning" target="_blank">Charles Durning</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaczfFKue_TZyF1X1sJYWsoau-DSGSj8iODMsbUM-1tWbhp4NmwMKRrYZfZfTtQkQ2lMKVKq9Us1CnW1u6oA3oiC6DwZuiSoUApWHg32ydGHNFwADGWKQG64MS6722RnBTFfQtB60cPkYyVmUwhGXSMUL6LqgokaAU3o-gQdal6Hm1jmpIznWoPczUFA/s1000/14_the_choirboys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="1000" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaczfFKue_TZyF1X1sJYWsoau-DSGSj8iODMsbUM-1tWbhp4NmwMKRrYZfZfTtQkQ2lMKVKq9Us1CnW1u6oA3oiC6DwZuiSoUApWHg32ydGHNFwADGWKQG64MS6722RnBTFfQtB60cPkYyVmUwhGXSMUL6LqgokaAU3o-gQdal6Hm1jmpIznWoPczUFA/s320/14_the_choirboys.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We looked at this film in our <i>R.I.P. Career Review</i> of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2022/03/rip-carol-speed-part-ii-1974-2006.html" target="_blank">Carol Speed</a></b>. A "black comedy" based on the novel of the same name by cop-loving former cop Joseph Wambaugh, <b>The Choirboys </b>is generally considered one of Robert Aldrich's least successful projects. Wambaugh hated the film to the extent that he not only sued to have his name removed from the film, but subsequently bought back the film rights to his books <b>The Onion Field</b> and <b>Black Marble</b> to ensure to have more control over the eventual film adaptations.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonDc4g5b6fR11liQ9u4vCqvdaLN3WINYps7wCUnoc92hxDvqluSTF3ruFawXmLK7RmhcdTY-Ipv62O51h93CG4RoaVYhwb6toAMM0mauDZV9ixHa1yfYdlRe6PaIgfQ7V1bZAvp3OBGztGJaOoeQW6r-DzOYEigSKTSglMVQOZVq5xnIRr8wLPV9_Ew/s299/14_tc_other44444.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="219" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonDc4g5b6fR11liQ9u4vCqvdaLN3WINYps7wCUnoc92hxDvqluSTF3ruFawXmLK7RmhcdTY-Ipv62O51h93CG4RoaVYhwb6toAMM0mauDZV9ixHa1yfYdlRe6PaIgfQ7V1bZAvp3OBGztGJaOoeQW6r-DzOYEigSKTSglMVQOZVq5xnIRr8wLPV9_Ew/s1600/14_tc_other44444.webp" width="219" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Scene from</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Choirboys</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3ax1Kzi8D_g" width="320" youtube-src-id="3ax1Kzi8D_g"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Choirboys </b>is what one likes to call an ensemble picture: dozens of parts, dozens of people. Phyllis Davis plays Foxy, the stripper/hooker/dominatrix girlfriend of the cop Baxter Slate (Perry King). (That's him whacking her across the face below.) The film is misogynistic and sexist and homophobic and racist, so it pretty much accurately reflects the thought patterns of LA Cops circa 1977 (and today, if you're honest about it). As <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCda98H5Lb4KE1NhujJ2Igw" target="_blank">Gary Geiser</a> wrote many months ago at <i>YouTube</i>, "If you were a cop in '77 you loved this movie. I know I was and did." We're sure even cops today would probably love this movie.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xi0f8-Y6SmgbLs2TTxBWjf5VIXw_67D-DTi2CgTGODah2RpmV6UenEQH_iD__Na6u-0VPSmUml-4SjjnIPI7oh5TZPRgK_qgkU6SlfrtKWC5igvJ8X3UgVE4bFBea_1SVfa923RfhXYohVbr61J5RLbitmOJoB9qbebOlJna78Bxi0Gnp77bR9fS4Q/s700/14_chorknaben-die.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="496" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xi0f8-Y6SmgbLs2TTxBWjf5VIXw_67D-DTi2CgTGODah2RpmV6UenEQH_iD__Na6u-0VPSmUml-4SjjnIPI7oh5TZPRgK_qgkU6SlfrtKWC5igvJ8X3UgVE4bFBea_1SVfa923RfhXYohVbr61J5RLbitmOJoB9qbebOlJna78Bxi0Gnp77bR9fS4Q/s320/14_chorknaben-die.jpg" width="227" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>The Choirboys</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/avuA7A9ReuY" width="320" youtube-src-id="avuA7A9ReuY"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The film flopped, and has yet to find redemption in the eyes of the public. "You can always find outstanding translations of a novel to the screen. [...] Sadly, you cannot avoid the other side of that coin: Poor representations on film of good or great novels. Let me jump right to one of the best examples of the worst translations to film: <b>The Choirboys</b>. It truly is a bottom-feeding example of how not to bring a novel to the big screen. <b>The Choirboys</b> can be used as a blueprint for how to do virtually everything wrong. [<i><a href="https://floridagators80.wordpress.com/2014/05/23/old-film-review-the-choirboys/" target="_blank">A Gator in Naples</a></i>]"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc8u4Ghns3_viOETntHIGLhbP8LVWQIlVTTJFec1PuXpQCtItqfcevy3DqTjKrvuxAH6aGZDSnZw1iOqbtUbIR2b1dumnWIVuD1uOoouvXjQXkouU3H2Pwg1zDOEBkbkDOkrhL3oe3608nXt2W_P6OgiDa_pMP52-i7YJoDeRATh1mRBmR9sbaRKOgw/s1000/14_the_choirboys8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="1000" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc8u4Ghns3_viOETntHIGLhbP8LVWQIlVTTJFec1PuXpQCtItqfcevy3DqTjKrvuxAH6aGZDSnZw1iOqbtUbIR2b1dumnWIVuD1uOoouvXjQXkouU3H2Pwg1zDOEBkbkDOkrhL3oe3608nXt2W_P6OgiDa_pMP52-i7YJoDeRATh1mRBmR9sbaRKOgw/s320/14_the_choirboys8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot? "The film is virtually plot-free, just an assortment of vignettes in which L.A. cops alternately swill booze, cavort with whores, play vicious and often deadly pranks on each other (a live duck is placed down a rookie's pants, nearly castrating him) and collectively bitch about their bureaucratic superiors. Because these cops are middle-class grinds, we're supposed to side with them, but that's like being asked to side with racist, Confederate flag-toting rednecks raging against their mild-mannered, slightly richer, Black boss. Today, <b>The Choirboys</b> comes off like a strange hybrid of <b>Porky's</b> (1981 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ej90cyc8Wg&ab_channel=MediaGraveyard" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and [...] <b>Catch-22</b> (1970 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiQSNT8VvV0&ab_channel=BlazingTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>). Like the former movie, the relentlessly adolescent oafs on display laugh more at their pranks than we do, and, as in the latter story, they are given cartoonish names like Spermwhale and Roscoe Rules, and presented as essentially harmless, goofball grunts slowly going crazy under a corrupt system. Only their exploits aren't so harmless, which means that <b>The Choirboys</b> totally lacks the heart of those movies. [<i><a href="https://hidden-films.com/2011/09/09/2-the-choirboys-1977/" target="_blank">Hidden Films</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5b_tlvj-JsBpHLI5YDVuOOyXicGMydaH4-3dsADZear0HClCZDlSvMDss3o0OzrBuXhRYnCnE94_y_wYXIivRGYIw8FJidbYyLHVOGl2M8V1YMUtqzKwake48wMKOwBMda_N43wSHUersy_1jzAYhLHzWg3SgYtfMtEJj_P57PI1i6fZ3d1G6D1qYg/s520/14_choirboys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5b_tlvj-JsBpHLI5YDVuOOyXicGMydaH4-3dsADZear0HClCZDlSvMDss3o0OzrBuXhRYnCnE94_y_wYXIivRGYIw8FJidbYyLHVOGl2M8V1YMUtqzKwake48wMKOwBMda_N43wSHUersy_1jzAYhLHzWg3SgYtfMtEJj_P57PI1i6fZ3d1G6D1qYg/s320/14_choirboys.jpg" width="215" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sizzle</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1981, dir. Don Medford)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdWi41dhqciDlQsycQsce880D-VFYcwi3kfuZSmQLqSTxrqflM9JQpLhCkcuDkZ03Xiz8gUPIb-mziRFAatCKtMtgMaE8yQjRgpMbxnw9hYm9BzCMPlm87Xcwl8wgdytPe3KZlH3VmqyNfDjPwrOnQcrGSS0QrqK1CRFnHRK8Pz9GBtJ6m5htvj4AbA/s904/15_81523_baf672fe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdWi41dhqciDlQsycQsce880D-VFYcwi3kfuZSmQLqSTxrqflM9JQpLhCkcuDkZ03Xiz8gUPIb-mziRFAatCKtMtgMaE8yQjRgpMbxnw9hYm9BzCMPlm87Xcwl8wgdytPe3KZlH3VmqyNfDjPwrOnQcrGSS0QrqK1CRFnHRK8Pz9GBtJ6m5htvj4AbA/s320/15_81523_baf672fe.jpg" width="212" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As far as we can tell, <b>The Choirboys</b> was Phyllis Davis's final "real" appearance on the big screen. Thereafter, as a childless total MILF of 41, she got rid of her long hair and got a Middle American I'm-growing-old hairstyle and took the role of Beatrice Travis on the TV show <b>Vega$</b> (1978–81 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK2MDA39gRg&ab_channel=JimHeathThemes" target="_blank">credit sequence</a>), a popular show that pretty much made her a household name in the US. (It is perhaps during the show's run that she came to discover the nowheresville that is <a href="https://www.cityofhenderson.com/" target="_blank">Henderson</a>, NV, and decided to move there.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAhQkHJAmhR-PBarwNQWYxhW2oz3s0b09ePmFZiPbjrhyphenhyphen4M-Qq_ZkFEzG5Vksq5rr0ZtZYIhIlySKIHpTO3A-l8An3qdCy4Ay-meKCGCg2WpYeaun6ZuHGzSDoPslvCIFnBapPtVC9ooFJjLeeCH43auVIy-huXgcIni6UZhVRYFGSrdsLNav1qvpVQ/s1577/15_UX1000_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1577" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAhQkHJAmhR-PBarwNQWYxhW2oz3s0b09ePmFZiPbjrhyphenhyphen4M-Qq_ZkFEzG5Vksq5rr0ZtZYIhIlySKIHpTO3A-l8An3qdCy4Ay-meKCGCg2WpYeaun6ZuHGzSDoPslvCIFnBapPtVC9ooFJjLeeCH43auVIy-huXgcIni6UZhVRYFGSrdsLNav1qvpVQ/s320/15_UX1000_.jpg" width="203" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">TV promo to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Sizzle</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9viZYWuvW2A" width="320" youtube-src-id="9viZYWuvW2A"></iframe></div></span></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The same year that <b>Vega$</b> got cancelled, she had a tertiary role (and a new hairstyle) as Sally in this <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14712380/aaron-spelling" target="_blank">Aaron Spelling</a> production, a "star vehicle" for Loni Anderson<b>*</b> (painted below). We looked at <b>Sizzle </b>briefly back in 2012 in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/06/richard-hugh-lynch-february-12-1936.html" target="_blank">R.I.P. Richard Lynch</a></b>, where we wrote:</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTEXCttmaiGdmYn7T0OvqmmO477Tsl25cpm5TdOOT0iZViuxS4dKr3YiKY6Wmjpn0uwoRr_mMSpbzyVcDOUDd8Je7VvNQHVj5JnK8kph8WdJOveIk6wsiSHwz7D0QutzggLO3MFdoDibEMSuGHy6TUvz8beCL03L92_1mMwI55S0n4j9oZc1xW_332vA/s1478/15_1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1478" data-original-width="998" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTEXCttmaiGdmYn7T0OvqmmO477Tsl25cpm5TdOOT0iZViuxS4dKr3YiKY6Wmjpn0uwoRr_mMSpbzyVcDOUDd8Je7VvNQHVj5JnK8kph8WdJOveIk6wsiSHwz7D0QutzggLO3MFdoDibEMSuGHy6TUvz8beCL03L92_1mMwI55S0n4j9oZc1xW_332vA/s320/15_1280.jpg" width="216" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"A TV movie produced by Aaron Spelling and directed by Don Medford, the director of <b>The Hunting Party</b> (1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsOLFC6evNE&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>), a legendarily violent cult western. As to be expected of a Spelling production, however, <b>Sizzle </b>is extremely inoffensive. Set in the prohibition years of Chicago, gangster Mike Callahan (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/50566155/john-forsythe" target="_blank">John Forsythe</a> of <b>The Trouble with Harry</b> [1955 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sG_tQ_t5dw" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) falls for the two big and bouncy charms of small town gal Julie Davis (Loni Anderson<b>*</b>), who wants to revenge the death of her boyfriend. Leslie Uggams (of <b>Poor Pretty Eddie</b> [1975 / <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--s2X9qmpY0" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) is Vonda, who befriends Julie, and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2012/06/richard-hugh-lynch-february-12-1936.html" target="_blank">Richard Lynch</a></b> is Callahan's right-hand man, Johnny O'Brien. The flick is pure TV pap, though it does have an occasionally entertaining show number."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxs9uTCj5lGCtcw7-NUeJ3p39xv_xSXQyxpe0PbqLR4eQoEjXBkpUuza9JloGcmSl6qgKK9eBJgtmv-oXVm3Obxvin5uOnu-hx56hyphenhyphen5nP-P25X1_ISKF1gNlerEtMUtQzwEZj0hgbLbz-GqpPLXN2IggOqQhLPJlwpn7rqBi8vBJrgaz-k1kUcxOwT_A/s400/15_VigilanteForce_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="317" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxs9uTCj5lGCtcw7-NUeJ3p39xv_xSXQyxpe0PbqLR4eQoEjXBkpUuza9JloGcmSl6qgKK9eBJgtmv-oXVm3Obxvin5uOnu-hx56hyphenhyphen5nP-P25X1_ISKF1gNlerEtMUtQzwEZj0hgbLbz-GqpPLXN2IggOqQhLPJlwpn7rqBi8vBJrgaz-k1kUcxOwT_A/s320/15_VigilanteForce_3.jpg" width="254" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>*</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Regarding the above painting of Ms. Anderson (framed, 54 1/2 by 42 1/2 inches): "A framed acrylic on canvas painting of Loni Anderson wearing a light sheath, signed '<a href="https://www.lordsart.com/elfredlee.html" target="_blank">Elfred Lee '91.</a>' Lee, a religious painter, was commissioned by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/192907296/burt-reynolds" target="_blank">Burt Reynolds</a> to do a nude of Loni Anderson. Reynolds wanted a full-nude painting, but Anderson balked at the idea, and the sheath was a compromise. The painting once hung in their living room, but it was too public for Anderson, who moved it to the bedroom. Accompanied by a photograph of the artist with the painting. PROVENANCE: From the Collection of Loni Anderson. [<i><a href="https://www.julienslive.com/view-auctions/catalog/id/142/lot/59079/ELFRED-LEE-AMERICAN-B-1940" target="_blank">Julien's Auctions</a></i>]" Sold (2014) for $4,480.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzepiO6q3WKchHGfwLw8dTG9mU-S4WqJgaqIK4a7x0suk2HOEP6EeWbrqTgD7tVs9vGQfit6-HmwiMFbl1-ioEhhEvr8dJv8exUJ9RSA5CaHCeguzqLImLDQXTyLJrJbBXz-489amnThnUuBTThDOgiXhjZxMK3npEcRutLliB9vGWgXohA5lNVl7Dw/s1280/15.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="1280" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzepiO6q3WKchHGfwLw8dTG9mU-S4WqJgaqIK4a7x0suk2HOEP6EeWbrqTgD7tVs9vGQfit6-HmwiMFbl1-ioEhhEvr8dJv8exUJ9RSA5CaHCeguzqLImLDQXTyLJrJbBXz-489amnThnUuBTThDOgiXhjZxMK3npEcRutLliB9vGWgXohA5lNVl7Dw/s320/15.png" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lynch is in the audience</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;">watching Leslie Uggams sing:</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_BvJtx5jXUA" width="320" youtube-src-id="_BvJtx5jXUA"></iframe></div><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Wild Women of Chastity Gulch</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1982, dir. Philip Leacock)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYctCepDdFXBWGaZVt_nFacKBNrdjQU0bj00xXv5t1Yk3lwD5GsxKSBJu8Fm4ca0TwEzWV-gkEgCOk9snjqdWa5XR8KoMpatpnxCMktICMLReRig8PiOCQu4SrDd-g2xMG67-Qvec7BKRj9XNbbStPQ-TvpJjcK5qBksuU7cYSLlImj-7GEcaQxp6Gg/s800/16_wild%20women%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="559" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYctCepDdFXBWGaZVt_nFacKBNrdjQU0bj00xXv5t1Yk3lwD5GsxKSBJu8Fm4ca0TwEzWV-gkEgCOk9snjqdWa5XR8KoMpatpnxCMktICMLReRig8PiOCQu4SrDd-g2xMG67-Qvec7BKRj9XNbbStPQ-TvpJjcK5qBksuU7cYSLlImj-7GEcaQxp6Gg/s320/16_wild%20women%201.jpg" width="224" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Alongside her numerous appearances on diverse TV shows, Phyllis Davis and her cleavage appears (alongside Joan Collins and Donny Osmond!) to play another tertiary role, a working woman named Sugar Harris, in this ABC TV western produced by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/14712380/aaron-spelling" target="_blank">Aaron Spelling</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Donny Osmond <strike>sings</strike> lipsynchs...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zI2hgm65WhE" width="320" youtube-src-id="zI2hgm65WhE"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="http://Moviedb.org">Moviedb.org</a></i> tries to make the movie sound way more salaciously interesting than it is: "It's quiet in Chastity Gulch, a small town in the Wild West. The men of the village are all in the army and fight their battles far away. The women are getting very bored! At once a bunch of robbers drops into the saloon. They love the beer but are also looking for beautiful women. Will the town whores keep these delightful men for themselves or will the doctor's wife and the mayor's wife also get a part of the fun?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zI70ypX8rWzKzEhE65NfDywtEyTOB3jm06qJmBI61QsG4FdPAfuWSuvG8Cu8DfWT5as5COcUQQPzIanpR7B9EsGRE3uj9sgYEqQteFB5AmpWoFHOOIyZCc8MCnpwOx88KS2DRe8Q3ufektdbhjZV24ltzDHGNYuiK55GEpNSZWP5Zb9dHw1uZ36JRw/s360/16_Phyllis-Davis-The-Wild-Women-of-Chastity-Gap-1983.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="360" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zI70ypX8rWzKzEhE65NfDywtEyTOB3jm06qJmBI61QsG4FdPAfuWSuvG8Cu8DfWT5as5COcUQQPzIanpR7B9EsGRE3uj9sgYEqQteFB5AmpWoFHOOIyZCc8MCnpwOx88KS2DRe8Q3ufektdbhjZV24ltzDHGNYuiK55GEpNSZWP5Zb9dHw1uZ36JRw/s320/16_Phyllis-Davis-The-Wild-Women-of-Chastity-Gap-1983.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The <i><a href="https://www2.bfi.org.uk/films-tv-people/4ce2b78aaad93" target="_blank">BFI</a> </i>offers more restraint: "A comedy Western. When the menfolk of the town go off to fight in the Civil War, the respectable women and the local ladies of ill-repute are left to battle with each other in their absence."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH57Sjs3LodaOHgP3ofsiR3w96oWX8ZhysZlV2GE4NXQDI_X24GuNPI6v7x_y_j715iSYnL1ETxg5gA36Elr4eskRu7Wic0XPEgsiwgsNp-Hw67l9ARTwoKif39omY4yyJB59PHWjO0I-KfrXJEG8wrMpcm88iaATYiEO2T2j_BceVgPfvxW-gAXgkeg/s300/16_wildwomen.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="300" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH57Sjs3LodaOHgP3ofsiR3w96oWX8ZhysZlV2GE4NXQDI_X24GuNPI6v7x_y_j715iSYnL1ETxg5gA36Elr4eskRu7Wic0XPEgsiwgsNp-Hw67l9ARTwoKif39omY4yyJB59PHWjO0I-KfrXJEG8wrMpcm88iaATYiEO2T2j_BceVgPfvxW-gAXgkeg/s1600/16_wildwomen.webp" width="300" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Full movie:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_iAeXceCxBc" width="320" youtube-src-id="_iAeXceCxBc"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="https://onceuponatimeinawestern.com/the-wild-women-of-chastity-gulch-1982/" target="_blank">Once Upon a Time in a Western</a></i> gives the details: "Maggie McCullough (Priscilla Barnes) is a female doctor summoned to the town of Sweetwater by her ailing Aunt Annie (Joan Collins). She arrives just as all the men in Sweetwater are riding off to join the Confederate army. And she arrives to another surprise: Her aunt isn't a mine owner as Maggie thought; she runs a bordello stocked with lots of lovely lasses. [Including Sugar Harris, i.e., Phyllis Davis.] No sooner have the men departed than the 'good' women of Sweetwater descend on Annie's place, announcing that a new town council has been elected and plans to shut her down as its first order of business. Not so fast, replies Annie, who quickly educates them on how many of their husbands have IOUs at her place and how many others have allowed her to become partners in their businesses in exchange for carnal favors. Fact is, she owns half of Sweetwater and, as such, appoints Maggie as the town's new mayor. With the men gone, Maggie figures all the women in Sweetwater — the ladies and the ladies of the night — are going to have to work together to keep the town running. She's working toward that end with mixed results when a more serious problem rides into Sweetwater. It arrives in the form of Union Col. Samuel Isaacs (<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/9626/howard-green-duff" target="_blank">Howard Duff</a>). His son (Donny Osmond) has been badly wounded. His ultimatum: Either Maggie and wounded Confederate doctor John Cain (Lee Horsley) heal his son. Or he'll return to wipe out the town."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMEHsRVUm57iDhWTauiA66BQ28gIQ3XUFKqrgXFxIonyEYgL01tnHBVe6INecUL_7sc-zXD2c9i-Nw4rsRsBlU0sTQMsNBR2b9dlwK-12Nuzcs23ZM-1m2ko5FBiubymkfg5DtuiUZ4mBykCN_o0J_BY4V0lsS2FuEUlDwsmP6A0ZvjqWx8j-hEJLgeg/s640/16_wildwomen_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="640" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMEHsRVUm57iDhWTauiA66BQ28gIQ3XUFKqrgXFxIonyEYgL01tnHBVe6INecUL_7sc-zXD2c9i-Nw4rsRsBlU0sTQMsNBR2b9dlwK-12Nuzcs23ZM-1m2ko5FBiubymkfg5DtuiUZ4mBykCN_o0J_BY4V0lsS2FuEUlDwsmP6A0ZvjqWx8j-hEJLgeg/s320/16_wildwomen_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As always,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">the Unionists are nasty people:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uOV6FsCEr_Q" width="320" youtube-src-id="uOV6FsCEr_Q"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Best of Sex and Violence</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1982, dir. Ken Dixon)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHen7r9vHouh77hiMu93QIEkI91r_t7e9HcsMhiwaGUW4aValqU2Ji3KpRaFn0nVzR5VY7NVW1dbDuqmR4LR_ubmjPoLGJc55MXdXBdmsxXfW4296pJxSrfR_KaBSt4qmz-3YyuImctKzOErwpr7zdIzOyOGI_gfb_Dc-at8CKlmiYihakYW9JWqe9Tg/s400/17_SexAndViolence4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="400" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHen7r9vHouh77hiMu93QIEkI91r_t7e9HcsMhiwaGUW4aValqU2Ji3KpRaFn0nVzR5VY7NVW1dbDuqmR4LR_ubmjPoLGJc55MXdXBdmsxXfW4296pJxSrfR_KaBSt4qmz-3YyuImctKzOErwpr7zdIzOyOGI_gfb_Dc-at8CKlmiYihakYW9JWqe9Tg/s320/17_SexAndViolence4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">A direct-to-video "documentary". As tends to happen when a woman become a name celebrity, suddenly everyone — or at least every cis-gendered male — wants to see the woman's assets. And as a result, people like Ken Dixon delve through the filmographies of female actors to find any and every time their "personalities" are shown as god made them. Nekkid, in other words — or at least topless.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzOt2qRXYpGfPVeIUyKmfmjToI5wab6G1DwKu0rxljGmoarf55KlGpUPaq15LQ6TaYF1oOkSatYnd9DeXigHzSERVNc9QyxwzUNh2PAohbmLOwWFwdg0kKdG4i7JG0YBBR2yeD0UJtCIzs8EkS1HMSWlRyqfrhs7Uu6nvP17e7ghPyOkE12yjirOiHA/s400/17_SexAndViolence3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzOt2qRXYpGfPVeIUyKmfmjToI5wab6G1DwKu0rxljGmoarf55KlGpUPaq15LQ6TaYF1oOkSatYnd9DeXigHzSERVNc9QyxwzUNh2PAohbmLOwWFwdg0kKdG4i7JG0YBBR2yeD0UJtCIzs8EkS1HMSWlRyqfrhs7Uu6nvP17e7ghPyOkE12yjirOiHA/s320/17_SexAndViolence3.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">For lifetime-long skin or softcore starlets, this raises hardly an eyebrow, but for those who only occasionally went the exploitation mile before going mainstream, or who would prefer to ignore portions of their past career, it's an annoying embarrassment. That's life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We already took a look at this "documentary" in June 2020, in our <i>Babe of Yesteryear</i> entry <b>Uschi Digard, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html" target="_blank">Part XI: 1978 to Addendum</a></b>, someone who really had/has no reason to complain. There, we more or less wrote:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyaHI_Ha7U4hqS3hoVL1POAQaaCI3KH8ivq_WRATJW2bLT5wiYHj_XMPnErPHOZSWqQSPKV3UCijwEBG7j66KNoiFRhMjk4W8Nzq0-KbPDGCVRbIVa5PL1NLIG1lZochyphenhyphen3bllODUkT-OnPHNGkCd4GwEAMdamLXZu77_LgsVy6ZRwAULYpPhu7RnS1Q/s450/17_SexAndViolence2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyaHI_Ha7U4hqS3hoVL1POAQaaCI3KH8ivq_WRATJW2bLT5wiYHj_XMPnErPHOZSWqQSPKV3UCijwEBG7j66KNoiFRhMjk4W8Nzq0-KbPDGCVRbIVa5PL1NLIG1lZochyphenhyphen3bllODUkT-OnPHNGkCd4GwEAMdamLXZu77_LgsVy6ZRwAULYpPhu7RnS1Q/s320/17_SexAndViolence2.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Most Ken Dixon documentaries are pretty much nothing but a recycling of clips; but this project, produced by Charles Band and Michel Catalano and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187931659/frank-ray-perilli" target="_blank">Frank Ray Perilli</a>, is less a documentary than a collection of 28 trailers. As such, it is a lot more fun than the average hairy-palm movie with a fake plotline, which is why we thought we'd take a look at it — that, and because it was "written" by the recently departed <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187931659/frank-ray-perilli" target="_blank">Frank Ray Perilli</a> (30 Aug 1925 – 8 Mar 2018), the former stand-up comic who had his finger in many an interesting pie as actor or writer or co-writer or producer — for example, <b>New Orleans Uncensored</b> (1955 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4DxGTFa1Es" target="_blank">movie</a>), <b>Invasion of the Star Creatures</b> (1962 / trailer below), <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/51435468/michael-pataki" target="_blank">Michael Pataki</a>'s <b>Cinderella </b>(1977 / <a href="https://www.videodetective.com/movie/cinderella-9963" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>Adult Fairy Tales</b> (1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cs2BvlsZf5Q" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligator-usa-1980.html" target="_blank">Alligator</a> </b>(1980), <b>Dracula's Dog</b> [1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x8ao63ulfQ" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>Mansion of the Doomed</b> (1976, which we take a look at in our <i>Babes of Yesteryear</i> feature on <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/07/babes-of-yesteryear-marilyn-joi-part-i.html" target="_blank">Marilyn Joi</a></b>) and more.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPAaJiXjvb6jHGWW6TNVwDASs0hCNAquGLfPmV-kFzB1JrsiEGyGMEqIZ8BTYtYClqaDLo4P95VSCP4R1AW4gNejRNxTMW2O3dOSujuo2IzMfzoK4Vx3jOlqQOdSCaijS6S5hiIUQKoJDpU7lf357i4lRvq6eF_ICq322sB28vcpUcef3t_qFKtgEUQ/s778/18_Invasion.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPAaJiXjvb6jHGWW6TNVwDASs0hCNAquGLfPmV-kFzB1JrsiEGyGMEqIZ8BTYtYClqaDLo4P95VSCP4R1AW4gNejRNxTMW2O3dOSujuo2IzMfzoK4Vx3jOlqQOdSCaijS6S5hiIUQKoJDpU7lf357i4lRvq6eF_ICq322sB28vcpUcef3t_qFKtgEUQ/s320/18_Invasion.jpg" width="123" /></a></div>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Invasion of the Star Creatures</i> (1962):</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kvDZ75dfPtg" width="320" youtube-src-id="kvDZ75dfPtg"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At <a href="https://www.allmovie.com/movie/the-best-of-sex-and-violence-v68673#VSTOICvPPqRWQejS.99" target="_blank"><i>All Movie</i></a>, Brian Gusse has the basic facts: "This compilation of previews from low-budget action films & softcore sex films is hosted by veteran horror actor <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6201606/john-carradine" target="_blank">John Carradine</a> (5 Feb 1906 – 27 Nov 1988) [...]."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The fabulous blogspot <i><a href="http://templeofschlock.blogspot.de/2013/07/movie-ad-of-week-best-of-sex-and.html" target="_blank">Temple of Schlock</a></i>, whence the advert shown further above is taken, mentions that "The Charles Band-produced trailer compilation <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b> played midnight shows in 14 Chicago area theaters on February 5-6, 1982 as a presentation of <i><a href="https://www.uwsu.com/society/altfilm/" target="_blank">The Alternative Film Society</a></i>, a New Jersey-based organization that 'four-walled' theaters for midnight movie screenings and dusk-to-dawn shows in the early 1980s. [...] None of the movies pictured in the ad (<b>The Dirt Gang </b>[1972, see <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html" target="_blank"><b>Uschi Part XI</b></a>], <b>Werewolves on Wheels</b> [1971 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ManTinNosGg" target="_blank">trailer</a>], two different <b>Ginger</b> flicks) have anything to do with <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUN00EW5LhqnkRRFBT6d5L6tfI1bOwmLkqTyCD78EavLBbbjB-wwKikesfBRXBpTML_G_zrPpG1wTvTfuetZ06JhzThVWyYqEEz2THgZ5f0WdbKxnMYuTZVUJVx-X1KexQzt4LOGkq4MVI1bmfOSsGJ6fL4hz-lDQxxcKNrbTUr0mUFWmwV_Zfjlp-A/s571/17_SexAndViolence1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="355" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUN00EW5LhqnkRRFBT6d5L6tfI1bOwmLkqTyCD78EavLBbbjB-wwKikesfBRXBpTML_G_zrPpG1wTvTfuetZ06JhzThVWyYqEEz2THgZ5f0WdbKxnMYuTZVUJVx-X1KexQzt4LOGkq4MVI1bmfOSsGJ6fL4hz-lDQxxcKNrbTUr0mUFWmwV_Zfjlp-A/s320/17_SexAndViolence1.jpg" width="199" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At <i><a href="http://unratedfilm.com/2011/11/the-best-of-sex-and-violence-1981/" target="_blank">Unrated Film</a> </i>James Klein says, "This video [...] was the first video to ever be released of just movie trailers [...]. Full Moon has released this gem of trailers ranging from <b>Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde</b> (1976 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw8QMxVYzAM" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/09/zombi-ii-zombie-italy-1979.html" target="_blank">Zombie</a> </b>(1979) [...] and <b>The Doberman Gang</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef2_pwY83FA" target="_blank">trailer</a>), one of my own personal favorite trailers. What I loved about these trailers from the 70s was that they showed everything: faces being blown apart, breasts bouncing everywhere (back when women had some damn meat on their bones) and profanity that could make a truck driver blush. Sometimes these trailers were even better than the films themselves. <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b> mixes all sorts of genres so that you may see a few horror trailers and then it will jump into a trailer for <b>Dolemite </b>(1975 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DebCN7U65vY" target="_blank">trailer</a>). [...] But be warned, this is not the best quality. Maybe my favorite part of <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b> may be <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37899069/david-carradine" target="_blank">David</a> [8 Dec 1936 – 3 June 2009] and Keith Carradine's cameo appearance alongside their dad and their awkward interaction between the three. Oh wait, the opening has a woman (Laura Jane Leary) being chased topless down a street as an unseen killer chases after her. Yeah, boobs always trump Carradine's."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>The Best of Sex and Violence</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oO8O3jAKacY" width="320" youtube-src-id="oO8O3jAKacY"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Phyllis Davis is there as Joy Lange from <b>Terminal Island </b>and Sugar from <b>Sweet Sugar</b> (see <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis Part I</a></b>), as well as with footage shot surreptitiously between takes. In general, however, most of the quality of the film stock sucks: everything seems to be taken from VHS versions of the movies.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Famous T&A</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1982, dir. Ken Dixon)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtgXPYD2Ou4DVuHm9qwn9HHu-hJq6KwYaUnafTcLzUvnRCVDZvkF8UMUP4ZgBDy03EI2nazbgOm7A9yin5Us_SDUvw3YSypE5QUju9bkj61wjh9Y6-Fcg19ijuyZ-R-a3GHc27lmFLmfpeowwj2lilDGyWiiCZMCPF1PHVExtGPBl73CHHuHtca0Vww/s400/18.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtgXPYD2Ou4DVuHm9qwn9HHu-hJq6KwYaUnafTcLzUvnRCVDZvkF8UMUP4ZgBDy03EI2nazbgOm7A9yin5Us_SDUvw3YSypE5QUju9bkj61wjh9Y6-Fcg19ijuyZ-R-a3GHc27lmFLmfpeowwj2lilDGyWiiCZMCPF1PHVExtGPBl73CHHuHtca0Vww/s320/18.jpg" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">As mentioned in our look at <b>Sweet Sugar</b> in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Phyllis Davis Part I</a></b>, outtakes and unedited footage of Phyllis Davis's nude scenes are featured here in <b>Famous T&A</b> (1982). "When asked about her nude scenes, Phyllis Davis said 'I was modeling in New York and making more money doing that, but I came out to test for another part and wound up with Sweet Sugar. I had signed a 'no frontal nudity' agreement and when I got to Costa Rica, all of a sudden I had to go nude. So I called the union and said I refused, and they said I'd get sued. They weren't helpful at all, I always remember that. I had to hire a lawyer, myself, and I was only making scale starring in this film. He went down there, so I wouldn't have to do full-frontal nudity. [<a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069336/trivia/?ref_=tt_ql_trv" target="_blank"><i>imdb</i></a>]" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaovgRctoDxxjWk_OOHNuDe99K9gUcf97NyiARchJYAQZwKnt_aaaDPYKc_Pz4YT4FbHzXNbLPWn-0OkHSBUx0e402u4OthHrVlzl1OcBqw52Z3EezuyHlqDvIcb2qBI90HZVC2nDwo138Dklr9Q_aPsKC8QWask2eZFqzWeK7XxVyH5SNJs6hn2KYQ/s1004/18_32586-famous-t-a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="666" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaovgRctoDxxjWk_OOHNuDe99K9gUcf97NyiARchJYAQZwKnt_aaaDPYKc_Pz4YT4FbHzXNbLPWn-0OkHSBUx0e402u4OthHrVlzl1OcBqw52Z3EezuyHlqDvIcb2qBI90HZVC2nDwo138Dklr9Q_aPsKC8QWask2eZFqzWeK7XxVyH5SNJs6hn2KYQ/s320/18_32586-famous-t-a.jpg" width="212" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">While her lawyer obviously wasn't that good of a lawyer, cause she shows a lot of skin in that movie, <b>Famous T&A</b>, like Dixon's previously released <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b> (above), also uses footage shot unknown to Phyllis Davis between takes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">We already took a look at this "documentary" in June 2020, in our <i>Babe of Yesteryear </i>entry <b>Uschi Digard, <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2020/06/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html" target="_blank">Part XI: 1978 to Addendum</a></b>, where we more or less wrote:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Remember the day when (discreet) T&A was the staple of the prime-time programming of the traditional big three? When, unlike on pay TV, the hard nipples were always kept under a T-shirt...?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Saturday Night Live</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/y0f1Ywnjq0A" width="320" youtube-src-id="y0f1Ywnjq0A"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Famous T&A </b>was the immediate follow-up to Charles Band & Michel Catalano & Ken Dixon's <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>, this time without host John Carradine or "scriptwriter" Frank Ray Perilli.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffpsN1LZv2A4Hu7GweVDAJ3aQRK7ttOs7Q-4sn2XuUtwP-nF3txrdVh9iYw_Jt6GZO0fhfQNX4psqfBlcJSOpU8v453raEREslyTtGf9QHtjVDp8IWMQis-442SqhJ31k_6iUXQgYm-PkEvJw-Vrhgmht4caVi-qOKwEDsry7-IvO4IBrb14hkIHpBg/s500/18_TandA1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="283" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffpsN1LZv2A4Hu7GweVDAJ3aQRK7ttOs7Q-4sn2XuUtwP-nF3txrdVh9iYw_Jt6GZO0fhfQNX4psqfBlcJSOpU8v453raEREslyTtGf9QHtjVDp8IWMQis-442SqhJ31k_6iUXQgYm-PkEvJw-Vrhgmht4caVi-qOKwEDsry7-IvO4IBrb14hkIHpBg/s320/18_TandA1.jpg" width="181" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">More so than their previous "film", <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>, which is mostly a collection of trailers, <b>Famous T&A </b>is closer to the typical Ken Dixon documentaries in that it is pretty much also just a recycling of clips (to be exact, "archive footage", movie outtakes and trailers). Here, he actually cannibalizes his own previous project and reuses a lot of stuff already seen in <b>The Best of Sex and Violence</b>. Still, since we find movies like this a lot more fun than the average hairy-palm movie with a fake plotline, let's take a look at it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UPXbctmBOK1ztPpTKOaHRVjBv7HFv_kJhN87SeLblFU-luVrkCOQ7SBARfjvUl8_S3nEiRcjn8gJZoshy304rhO-_nFa141rJ-B54BWTRkvCZGGjl7u5Z-aIv14H2rETGaZRclM9vZtcDof1Kz09eLogKlqjMiKCAR_qXKTsAI7D020HQb0Tpv0yyQ/s400/18_TandA4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="278" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UPXbctmBOK1ztPpTKOaHRVjBv7HFv_kJhN87SeLblFU-luVrkCOQ7SBARfjvUl8_S3nEiRcjn8gJZoshy304rhO-_nFa141rJ-B54BWTRkvCZGGjl7u5Z-aIv14H2rETGaZRclM9vZtcDof1Kz09eLogKlqjMiKCAR_qXKTsAI7D020HQb0Tpv0yyQ/s320/18_TandA4.jpg" width="222" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">At the <i>imdb</i>, <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=frankfob2@yahoo.com&view=simple&sort=alpha&ref_=ttpl_pl_0" target="_blank">frankfob2@yahoo.com</a></i> hits the nail on its head with his one-sentence film description: "A collection of nude and/or topless scenes from various films featuring actresses who were either famous at the time or who became famous later on." Cult babe Sybil Danning, at the time but 30 years of age and herself in possession of some fine T&A, hosts the filmic journey.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtzbF2IBCEfLeB8I8gDrTaXOTXlnu5UBfalF2ZCRVNmD4S2lg38bqhS9kPAN49IM-78afQjs-s_etHigxbs9AajoFKdCWfpS6jOWq-QSSqE337JY0oT7-tsG_vY9O7tNmHTeDCsMH1vuYDX-obfroYxRzMZ8lSDfwWDWkanVCY5IOF1A7GY3vltPn6w/s400/18_TandA2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtzbF2IBCEfLeB8I8gDrTaXOTXlnu5UBfalF2ZCRVNmD4S2lg38bqhS9kPAN49IM-78afQjs-s_etHigxbs9AajoFKdCWfpS6jOWq-QSSqE337JY0oT7-tsG_vY9O7tNmHTeDCsMH1vuYDX-obfroYxRzMZ8lSDfwWDWkanVCY5IOF1A7GY3vltPn6w/s320/18_TandA2.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Over <a href="http://unratedmagazine.blogspot.de/2011/11/famous-t-1982.html" target="_blank"><i>Unrated Magazine</i></a>, James "Who needs an editor?" Klein sounds cis-gender but not impressed: "Just one year later after <b>The Best of Sex & Violence </b>was released, director Ken Dixon came up with another idea in which to make a quick buck on the video market: naked [female] celebrities. [...] Basically this is just the same recycled boobs that we saw in the last trailer compilation. [...] <b>Famous T&A</b> shows clips from mostly films that Charles Band produced or distributed, so there isn't a lot to choose from. It is nice to see Ursula Andress get a naked rub down from <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2014/07/mountain-of-cannibal-god-italy-1978.html" target="_blank"><b>Mountain of the Cannibal God</b></a> (1978) or Laura Gemser have a naked make-out session with another woman in <b>Emmanuelle Around the World </b>(1977 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sGJIbT_4T4" target="_blank">SFW trailer</a>) but I personally would rather see these films than watch quick (or in some cases overlong) clips that are just randomly thrown together. I did enjoy [...] watching a bottomless biker chick drive down the highway provided me with some laughs but it just wasn't enough to hold my interest. [...] I will say that if you are an Elvira fan and always wanted to see what those huge jugs of hers look like, you get a clip from <b>The Working Girls </b>(1974 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL7dHP36pQM" target="_blank">trailer</a>) in which she shows off those milkers. Maybe for some of you, this DVD is worth purchasing just for that."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jGfWrbW1lCTRLRpMoRtPlL6CrVUvGcX6wCYwtGBZe1EE2k0h4pp8J0j2ZznyuqW61P49-EXy3J_-oN0oITDt7lVwKrrpDvZ87VKmM_-KAYOg0IM2qsXUYZKtDtgjOhVqx0HFc9q0RD0AeJv42L_7_u8_JvWNmp1TI8L5weQamWLFSQftCceb1B2p2Q/s937/29_V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="937" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jGfWrbW1lCTRLRpMoRtPlL6CrVUvGcX6wCYwtGBZe1EE2k0h4pp8J0j2ZznyuqW61P49-EXy3J_-oN0oITDt7lVwKrrpDvZ87VKmM_-KAYOg0IM2qsXUYZKtDtgjOhVqx0HFc9q0RD0AeJv42L_7_u8_JvWNmp1TI8L5weQamWLFSQftCceb1B2p2Q/s320/29_V1_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="https://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/1284549.html" target="_blank">Video Vacuum</a></i> liked the video/DVD a little bit more than James, saying, "Sybil Danning hosts this shot-on-video compilation of nude scenes of famous (and not-so famous) women. [...] Sybil appears (dressed as a gladiator no less) and introduces a bunch of clips for 75 minutes. Some of the highlights include Phyllis Davis appearing in outtakes from <b>Terminal Island </b>([1973 / trailer below] including some full frontal nudity that doesn't appear in the film), a pre-<b>Flash Gordon </b>(1980 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzFwECV8Kkk" target="_blank">trailer</a>) Ornella Muti, [...] Bridget Bardot, Claudia Jennings (in scenes from <b>Truck Stop Women</b> [1974, see <b>Uschi <a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2019/09/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part.html" target="_blank">Part XII</a></b>]), Elvira (her striptease from <b>Working Girls</b>), Jacqueline Bisset, Laura Gemser, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/158218922/denise-katherine-matthews" target="_blank">Vanity</a>, and Russ Meyer stars Edy Williams and <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2018/11/babes-of-yesteryear-uschi-digard-part-i.html" target="_blank"><b>Uschi Digard</b></a>. [...] The trailers are an especially nice touch. They break up some of the monotony of the unedited clips, some of which play out too long. [...] At 75 minutes, <b>Famous T&A</b> is just long enough not to wear out its welcome. However, if the filmmakers cut out all the filler of non-famous T&A [...] and kept the running time to about an hour, it might've been classic."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Terminal Island</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cE-tbbN9lGs" width="320" youtube-src-id="cE-tbbN9lGs"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><a href="http://hiitsburl.blogspot.de/2011/11/burl-reviews-famous-t-1982.html" target="_blank">Ha ha, it's Burl</a></i> was in turn less impressed than James, saying that <b>Famous T&A</b> "seems to have been organized much in the manner that Jackson Pollock organized his paint droplets! [...] All in all, it's kind of a boring cruickshank of a motion picture! The video box implies that we'll see all sorts of now-famous people in various states of undress, and sure, we do see naked ladies, but they somehow manage to drain that experience of any prurient interest whatever! Ha ha, quite a feat! [...] And worst of all perhaps is the stuff they make Sybil Danning say! My gosh, it makes the end credits of <b>Howling II</b> (1985 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y36te2qOSWk" target="_blank">trailer</a>) seem like an exercise in dignified solemnity by comparison! The poor woman — I hope she was at least well paid!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In general, the quality of the images sucks: everything seems to be taken from VHS versions of the movies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Played somewhere during the film —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>For Your Love</i> by The Yardbirds:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HU5zqidlxMQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="HU5zqidlxMQ"></iframe></div><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Guns</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1990, writ. & dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/18308005/andy-sidaris" target="_blank">Andy Sidaris</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqgnDzrNg-WHpmk7vNK74vn15R2oh9L37o4YFVS7BOofQ-AZwlao2giCwpPd0_E42LMFZeneun0SmXAy_C7KfDoD8rSw2tw3u1aFe5TC1-X3pBpI6i-cAlkDFQpgwaM6VHOX3jlI2zZd4221A92Jghx0YLbmCZ4_akEabf-LuMIt9prY8vtVjmQ-YIg/s584/21_V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="584" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqgnDzrNg-WHpmk7vNK74vn15R2oh9L37o4YFVS7BOofQ-AZwlao2giCwpPd0_E42LMFZeneun0SmXAy_C7KfDoD8rSw2tw3u1aFe5TC1-X3pBpI6i-cAlkDFQpgwaM6VHOX3jlI2zZd4221A92Jghx0YLbmCZ4_akEabf-LuMIt9prY8vtVjmQ-YIg/s320/21_V1_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"<i>Use the cerebral approach... Shoot her in the head!</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Jack of Diamonds (Erik Estrada)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">After <b>The Wild Women of Chastity Gulch</b> (1982), Phyllis Davis didn't do anything but guest shots on TV shows, eventually landing a regular spot on <b>Magnum P.I.</b>, the hit series starring her old friend from <b>Terminal Island</b>, Tom Selleck. A year after that ended, she suddenly popped up in this film, an Andy Sidaris production. Even if she still fit the bill for a flick like this, the script pickings must have been slim for Davis to take part in a film by the boobs & gun-fixated auteur filmmaker <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/18308005/andy-sidaris" target="_blank">Andy Sidaris</a> (20 Feb 1931 – 7 Mar 2007).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnv7gW1TVFzu56aVeHiVgJfKFE6OvxDeJ7wKeCKxSGKwlEVXC4MlXeqm7OZ6dB2vmOXY9T4nzj3nLR67ee4JfY_jNHKLwwiLv_-zjfYiyKUFE4OQZh940QiO6d7gmnX3PoKuTw7Wn3aEJLrtnd-_5tZltOUVPeo6t_cvgVgFLduGJkE7OMir_nMVX30A/s682/20_99720_8b6b064e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnv7gW1TVFzu56aVeHiVgJfKFE6OvxDeJ7wKeCKxSGKwlEVXC4MlXeqm7OZ6dB2vmOXY9T4nzj3nLR67ee4JfY_jNHKLwwiLv_-zjfYiyKUFE4OQZh940QiO6d7gmnX3PoKuTw7Wn3aEJLrtnd-_5tZltOUVPeo6t_cvgVgFLduGJkE7OMir_nMVX30A/s320/20_99720_8b6b064e.jpg" width="225" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Sidaris, for you who don't know him, was a successful sports show director who made his first feature film, a Roger Corman-produced T&A exploitation film about a female detective named <b>Stacey </b>(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OTrTeMYtdw" target="_blank">trailer</a>) in 1973; it is perhaps his only film not to feature a <i>Playboy </i>Playmate in its cast. After a brief foray directing TV series, in 1979 he made <b>Seven </b>(1979 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hlhpA7NAaw&ab_channel=HDRetroTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>), his first movie to feature a Playmate (<a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Susan_Lynn_Kiger" target="_blank">Susan Kiger</a>), not to mention ninjas. In 1985, he more or less remade <b>Stacey</b> as <b>Malibu Express </b>(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4be4fc6ACtM&ab_channel=TrailerChan" target="_blank">trailer</a>), the unofficial first of all his "L.E.T.H.A.L. Ladies" or "Girls with Guns" films, of which <b>Guns </b>is the fifth. Sidaris's films often feature reoccurring characters and actresses (often former Playmates; always with bodacious bodies), though the actresses did not always play the same characters as in earlier films (as is the case with <b>Guns</b>).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9cjNby7hwF15ye5WasYEGGyyVhQuzurwNy0wOkDU7MizD_0BGJewHU80_NLHIt1Q50UYyXSwsmX3ICFO-C4vYCHNVQpMsx0r7iuaebcGN_3o2uYuOHBvMqUJan-TKwmhq8Q2BLSs-M21Bi7EE9WL1N8E2FDLTLfQgPX9Dg3cmJeKiixkUs01e6-WSQ/s330/21_s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="220" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9cjNby7hwF15ye5WasYEGGyyVhQuzurwNy0wOkDU7MizD_0BGJewHU80_NLHIt1Q50UYyXSwsmX3ICFO-C4vYCHNVQpMsx0r7iuaebcGN_3o2uYuOHBvMqUJan-TKwmhq8Q2BLSs-M21Bi7EE9WL1N8E2FDLTLfQgPX9Dg3cmJeKiixkUs01e6-WSQ/s320/21_s.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Guns</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZPHjnzy3e-Q" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZPHjnzy3e-Q"></iframe></div></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Yum Yum, of the <a href="http://houseofselfindulgence.blogspot.com/2013/07/guns-andy-sidaris-1990.html" target="_blank"><i>House of Self Indulgence</i></a>, mentions: "You know what else I missed seeing during the last two Andy Sidaris films? Wow, you know me all too well. That's right, I'm missed the rampant transvestism. [...] Well, I'm happy to report that <b>Guns </b>finds transvestism back where it belongs. An Andy Sidaris film without cross-dressing is not a true Andy Sidaris film. And I'm even happier to report that it's back in a big way in <b>Guns</b>. How so? I got two words for you: Transvestite assassins! [...] If it couldn't get any worse for <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Dona_Speir" target="_blank">Dona Speir</a>, she has to endure being upstaged by the gorgeous Phyllis Davis, who plays the attorney general of Nevada. And get this, we're supposed to believe that Phyllis Davis is Dona Speir's mother. Even though Phyllis is at least twenty years older than Dona (so, yeah, the math adds up), I thought, well, let's just say, their roles could have easily been reversed. Instead of seeing that as yet another slam against Dona Speir, I have chosen to view it as a compliment to Phyllis, who looks terrific with blonde hair. I also dug the pencil skirt/black stockings combination she wears throughout the film, as there's nothing sexier than a confident woman in her late forties who dresses for success."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii41jD2umWVCkS1QqKW2JrwIDA8o_niK2xNRpKyfafPFGh9pYQoSc3Hw4X8MkEx1MLo460wGnNOzHjJymz5B26CJjy9p9PU5hMg5Q5l8MgUkxNaAeGeCw99Hb6fPX9y2Z8oLcOLFbDkjMdfy6iMb_oX_1iz5UnDnrz7YxHRV0fYBNrfPBkiLyIFq2y1g/s840/20_99720_9d6e7f12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii41jD2umWVCkS1QqKW2JrwIDA8o_niK2xNRpKyfafPFGh9pYQoSc3Hw4X8MkEx1MLo460wGnNOzHjJymz5B26CJjy9p9PU5hMg5Q5l8MgUkxNaAeGeCw99Hb6fPX9y2Z8oLcOLFbDkjMdfy6iMb_oX_1iz5UnDnrz7YxHRV0fYBNrfPBkiLyIFq2y1g/s320/20_99720_9d6e7f12.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot with commentary, from <a href="https://unobtainium13.com/2018/03/09/film-review-guns-dir-by-andy-sidaris/" target="_blank"><i>Through the Shattered Lens</i></a>: "Juan 'Jack of Diamonds' Degas (telenovela star and future reality TV mainstay Erik Estrada) is an international gun dealer and an all-around sociopath. He's the type who shoots someone and then smirks about it. He's so evil that he's even got Danny Trejo (of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2015/01/rise-of-zombies-usa-2012.html" target="_blank">Rise of the Zombies</a> </b>[2012] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-mummies-usa-2006.html" target="_blank">7 Mummies</a> </b>[2006]) working as his main henchman! That's really evil! Estrada gives a surprisingly good performance in the role. [...] Degas is planning on smuggling a bunch of Chinese weapons into America through a base on Hawaii. The only problem is that Donna (Dona Speir) and her new partner, Nicole Justin (<a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Roberta_Vasquez" target="_blank">Roberta Vasquez</a>), are based in Hawaii! Degas knows that he has to get rid of them if he's going to have any hope of succeeding. (For whatever reason, it never occurs to Degas to smuggle the weapons through Guam or American Samoa. I mean, there are other islands out there.) When Degas sends two cross-dressing assassins to kill Nicole, they end up not only shooting the wrong woman but also killing a friend of Dona's as well. [...] In a typical example of Sidaris's make-it-up-as-you-go-along style of plotting, it turns out that Degas previously killed Donna's father. And now, it appears that it might get even more personal because Degas has kidnapped the Attorney General of Nevada (Phyllis Davis), who happens to be Donna's mother!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTw0LJQ2JMbBToQOOrLb8bPwnRreQaOXaLU1zt0dBzVEC8_6eLA6SgCxOYj8F273N_dwB1x6Ar-9C8x-G7sdOdaQ-eGhsM_NdIGv9Y_J0bsThkEQhP8FnsB0_NzFeRVLk91mrMFkT5NBC_tyRQMBszVNshdvUItJ75jQLCP_v6dMAdzPfcKC018w3Vzw/s821/20_99720_10663cef.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTw0LJQ2JMbBToQOOrLb8bPwnRreQaOXaLU1zt0dBzVEC8_6eLA6SgCxOYj8F273N_dwB1x6Ar-9C8x-G7sdOdaQ-eGhsM_NdIGv9Y_J0bsThkEQhP8FnsB0_NzFeRVLk91mrMFkT5NBC_tyRQMBszVNshdvUItJ75jQLCP_v6dMAdzPfcKC018w3Vzw/s320/20_99720_10663cef.jpg" width="226" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Andy Sidaris [...] is the Skinamax <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/486/alfred-hitchcock" target="_blank">Alfred Hitchcock</a>. This is the man whose contribution to late night cinema is as valuable as Hitchcock's work was to the mainstream. Sidaris [...] invented what I like to call the T.A.G. movie. T.A.G. of course stands for Tits and Guns. Although he made two films prior to the Skinamax boom, Sidaris is best known for the twelve T.A.G. extravaganzas he made from 1985 to 1998. [...] You know, out of the twelve Andy Sidaris Skinamax classics, this is probably my least favorite. Like <b>Picasso Trigger</b> (1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mR7rqptSgLs&ab_channel=MillCreekEntertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>Guns </b>makes the mistake of placing the emphasis on action instead of T&A. Having said that, it's still totally worthwhile. [...] Although the Skinamax Stats are pretty low, we should still take a look at them anyway. We get: two Guy on Girl scenes, one Dressing scene, one Undressing scene, one Baby Oil Wrestling Match, and one Two Chicks in a Shower scene. That means in 95 minutes, we get a sex scene every 16 minutes. Again, not a good ratio, but since this movie features an exploding Erik Estrada, I can't get too mad at it. [<a href="https://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/1167596.html" target="_blank"><i>Video Vacuum</i></a>]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH05Z02lTKunHy20_yBJdDBB5XyQH2mJU9gifuUKGB7mrlSKdkVz33hP6dINUJs7uvAqvAg45hLtimu655bVn5zhwdTlfJPK62Ys-gGlPx08Ymxmtq476kZK8z93FQj-3AKaqqnT_E3pVhQ-2CwJwKiH502g9yAwmqeTcBFpIwbWK12pkcTjKPj7y-nQ/s305/21_images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="165" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH05Z02lTKunHy20_yBJdDBB5XyQH2mJU9gifuUKGB7mrlSKdkVz33hP6dINUJs7uvAqvAg45hLtimu655bVn5zhwdTlfJPK62Ys-gGlPx08Ymxmtq476kZK8z93FQj-3AKaqqnT_E3pVhQ-2CwJwKiH502g9yAwmqeTcBFpIwbWK12pkcTjKPj7y-nQ/s1600/21_images.jpg" width="165" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Guns</i> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>sung by <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Cynthia_Brimhall" target="_blank">Cynthia Brimhall</a>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/E-Y6DpxiJNc" width="320" youtube-src-id="E-Y6DpxiJNc"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"A far more serious than usual entry in Andy Sidaris' 12 picture series featuring <i>Playboy </i>Playmates as gun-toting secret agents, <b>Guns</b> seems to have taken a cue from the recently released 007 film <b>License to Kill </b>(1989 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quHQAuO0lkg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and offers a much more violent and less amusing storyline than what was usually expected of this franchise. The violence is far more vivid and realistic, while the goofy, tongue-in-cheek jokes and humor are mostly gone, and that's to the film's benefit. There's still plenty of nudity and some sex, but it's just not nearly as playful in this entry. [<i><a href="https://theactionelite.com/guns-1990-mill-creek-blu-ray-review/" target="_blank">The Action Elite</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Beverly Hills Cop III</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1994, dir. John Landis)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXS35S1I5aQ6MCW6j_po5lmLZYs9zszINLV8ckiUBvjudWph99KsZMG_w1mWRlj0apcJIJ43ZbBb26u-yE8tJvw_0tIH6DtomMKX0ugRAzP9gZcvRs0XsuQUdxyBYbQ2Cv2OKjQFTnRFaCwNxAvHRetyMFFJUsBSmkAlxQXZJRCvXAV2lUilDyU6Pp0g/s857/21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXS35S1I5aQ6MCW6j_po5lmLZYs9zszINLV8ckiUBvjudWph99KsZMG_w1mWRlj0apcJIJ43ZbBb26u-yE8tJvw_0tIH6DtomMKX0ugRAzP9gZcvRs0XsuQUdxyBYbQ2Cv2OKjQFTnRFaCwNxAvHRetyMFFJUsBSmkAlxQXZJRCvXAV2lUilDyU6Pp0g/s320/21.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>Not the kind of movie we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> waste our time on: by-the-number product for the masses, cookie-cut "creativity" — and the third movie that John Landis and Eddie Murphy did together after <b>Trading Places</b> (1983 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fupg2r1EJ9w&ab_channel=ParamountMovies" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and <b>Coming to America </b>(1988 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDme5Y5E-bI&ab_channel=ParamountMovies" target="_blank">trailer</a>). Plot? Who cares? And where does Phyllis Davis appear? In a bar scene somewhere, uncredited, as a bar patron. Wow. Occupational therapy, anyone?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Trailer to</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Beverly Hills Cop III</i>:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/DbP7Ptyr1sA" width="320" youtube-src-id="DbP7Ptyr1sA"></iframe></div><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Exit to Eden</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">(1994, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167193993/garry-marshall" target="_blank">Garry Marshall</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDdCGyAERXRFxo8zEpqg63hCzXR_4d_USnrxmgw4n3ZXd4T3jIeHBgntW9XrEnBHQtpi1ogVMgLxmGSnji7MqdwzkPQgN8sFlHFV6HniHMX1Lxf6Dh59d8NhH39yYUdKh8sXNUcWv5Cvz_jmzDUR7I6WU3liNcCjb-DfqL2zODwJO6I5zFZJuXU8mdg/s475/22_Exit1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDdCGyAERXRFxo8zEpqg63hCzXR_4d_USnrxmgw4n3ZXd4T3jIeHBgntW9XrEnBHQtpi1ogVMgLxmGSnji7MqdwzkPQgN8sFlHFV6HniHMX1Lxf6Dh59d8NhH39yYUdKh8sXNUcWv5Cvz_jmzDUR7I6WU3liNcCjb-DfqL2zODwJO6I5zFZJuXU8mdg/s320/22_Exit1.jpg" width="202" /></a></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Occupational therapy, anyone? Phyllis Davis appears somewhere, uncredited, as a guest sitting at a table. <b>Exit to Eden</b>, a BDSM "comedy", is based on an <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/234710420/anne-rice" target="_blank">Anne Rice</a>, a.k.a. Howard Allen Frances O'Brien (4 Oct 1941 – 11 Dec 2021) novel of the same name, written before she found god and her books got <i>really </i>boring instead of just being boring. Not quite the kind of movie we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> waste our time on, though its topic and status as a flop could temp us one day, especially since Dan Aykroyd, Rosie O'Donnell and director <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167193993/garry-marshall" target="_blank">Garry Marshall</a> [13 Nov 1934 – 19 Jul 2016] supposedly all later went on record, separately, as it being a film they each regret making. "There's limburger, there's Roquefort, there's gorgonzola, and there's <b>Exit to Eden</b>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapqqhMFt-Pbw36RUrLD2RHV61yK_T8K55go1qBzFLCIc7Nc9OO0fiRK9kiE61s76IUP5G3X7mXxv0-oKn2uC-wQ5KPg-0zeS39gKRip-XlLo24UAfUgHfGDiL-GqCT6mI8ywPvc0SgMPxplmSj7zdLiuLQHo8K4RLX9myxpKgTVR-jvgKUNEtSPbdkA/s266/22_aaf199df.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="200" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapqqhMFt-Pbw36RUrLD2RHV61yK_T8K55go1qBzFLCIc7Nc9OO0fiRK9kiE61s76IUP5G3X7mXxv0-oKn2uC-wQ5KPg-0zeS39gKRip-XlLo24UAfUgHfGDiL-GqCT6mI8ywPvc0SgMPxplmSj7zdLiuLQHo8K4RLX9myxpKgTVR-jvgKUNEtSPbdkA/s1600/22_aaf199df.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"The movie feels like that half way through filming someone realized that it was a BDSM movie with romance so they tried to pad it out with painfully bad comedy. Also this is an adaptation of an Anne Rice novel of the same name and she refuses to talk about this movie. The only three positive things about this movie are that is well done on a technical level, the actors are trying to make the horrible script to work and Dan Aykroyd's porn mustache. [<i><a href="http://theggtmc.blogspot.com/2013/06/exit-to-eden-1994.html" target="_blank">The Gentlemen's Blog</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQ447tM-jV1oWObfwej8XRfgtvU3WkualIuthPDjN_IfQeA1QE4UJUJBc_-XpKGIpNlCCwSDp6ZevjhSouytL40Djbd3gdLIACqOlJ_Jl6wxDmI_vjcmr8b8vmqMmRoByeMJNmDazK41Q67fIyLnJ7Io_5pTDsruna1LsmqAwJeVXXt3b7KzCBIzynQ/s443/22_Exit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQ447tM-jV1oWObfwej8XRfgtvU3WkualIuthPDjN_IfQeA1QE4UJUJBc_-XpKGIpNlCCwSDp6ZevjhSouytL40Djbd3gdLIACqOlJ_Jl6wxDmI_vjcmr8b8vmqMmRoByeMJNmDazK41Q67fIyLnJ7Io_5pTDsruna1LsmqAwJeVXXt3b7KzCBIzynQ/s320/22_Exit.jpg" width="217" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Plot, as found at <i><a href="https://www.reelviews.net/reelviews/exit-to-eden" target="_blank">Reel Reviews</a></i>: "Elliot (Paul Mercurio of <b>Strictly Ballroom </b>[1992 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxprz6gOmpg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>]) is a celebrated photographer with a penchant for being spanked (developed when he was a lad in Australia). He signs up for a trip to an exclusive B&D fantasy island, and, once there, falls hopelessly in thrall to Mistress Lisa (Dana Delany of <b>Camp Hell</b> [2010 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kP0qO-F1bk&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>Dead Man's Curve </b>[1998 / <a href="https://www.imdb.com/video/vi2710553369/" target="_blank">trailer</a>]), the raven-haired resort boss. Much to her surprise and dismay, she finds herself responding to this new, individualistic guest, and certain involuntary defense mechanisms spring into place. [...] Quite by accident, Elliot has taken the only existing photographs of super criminal Omar (Stuart Wilson of <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/04/escape-from-absolom-usa-1994.html" target="_blank">No Escape</a></b> [1994]). Since Omar is incredibly camera shy, he and his cohort in crime Nina (Iman) follow Elliot to the island with the goal of killing him and retrieving the film. Fortunately, a pair of repressed Los Angeles cops (played by Rosie O'Donnell and Dan Aykroyd) are hot on the trail. Everyone eventually ends up on Eden."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhbxREh961YEAHtd-zAs-hq9SBZx-k66FuyQHPoNQGX9HTjzZ5nnLsBtgT-RfSf2po7ktL7mxeXCRYhLWvePukHtMbLXGYbV1iWIVa0aLjvIVvtloXrlhoDawQAfkaci7Xs7LaPv3oM6cTRt64WL5PmXsnR2noAxsGKDo2VIBaTyBUTAykVFbyr4cXQ/s400/22_Exit1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhbxREh961YEAHtd-zAs-hq9SBZx-k66FuyQHPoNQGX9HTjzZ5nnLsBtgT-RfSf2po7ktL7mxeXCRYhLWvePukHtMbLXGYbV1iWIVa0aLjvIVvtloXrlhoDawQAfkaci7Xs7LaPv3oM6cTRt64WL5PmXsnR2noAxsGKDo2VIBaTyBUTAykVFbyr4cXQ/s320/22_Exit1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Exit to Eden</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Yxa7yLhYDg8" width="320" youtube-src-id="Yxa7yLhYDg8"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Exit to Eden</b> features the feature film debut of <i>Penthouse </i>Pet <a href="https://www.boobpedia.com/boobs/Sandra_Taylor" target="_blank">Sandra Taylor</a>, a fact we mention as an excuse to embed a photo of her below. Sandra Tayler also happens to be in the next film as well, playing a train barmaid...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrW-m-zMkc7xR1VlOOoU4JhSQZ5qXvQBE4IE8w9ASlEI5oOQe0_OYxT83o_JrKaKb1ftRXeIL1opq_zWWjABQNudXjLekI01Mck0ewZASLoP1tv7TKqna_5yLz0oz9Yy6QWEcaAYdjX5RnncN3k2nlH3GEmNxRhDgsg8eFMwiAKldkjdb9BH8LdTUJA/s400/26_SandraTaylor.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrW-m-zMkc7xR1VlOOoU4JhSQZ5qXvQBE4IE8w9ASlEI5oOQe0_OYxT83o_JrKaKb1ftRXeIL1opq_zWWjABQNudXjLekI01Mck0ewZASLoP1tv7TKqna_5yLz0oz9Yy6QWEcaAYdjX5RnncN3k2nlH3GEmNxRhDgsg8eFMwiAKldkjdb9BH8LdTUJA/s320/26_SandraTaylor.png" width="240" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Under Siege 2: Dark Territory</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(1995, dir. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/224433260/geoffrey-peter-murphy" target="_blank">Geoff Murphy</a>)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGN_zpEvRNaPWA2qo6fi6ri8UHQ1xm8RYsjHeuTtYbQxxEuVXNZRkz5wYnwjhMwhOzvk7y2ZfeSa1hgtU7vgdlfJi1rN9JuA037NDDX24xWPZvXamGHPBjmBKyOhXwJt5uJq1Amra0EvOhrK1wKMBGn9vbeGAqMl1UB8Lj9TNCgV5Y3MpMdWqt6gpD1g/s600/23_under_siege_two_dark_territory.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="459" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGN_zpEvRNaPWA2qo6fi6ri8UHQ1xm8RYsjHeuTtYbQxxEuVXNZRkz5wYnwjhMwhOzvk7y2ZfeSa1hgtU7vgdlfJi1rN9JuA037NDDX24xWPZvXamGHPBjmBKyOhXwJt5uJq1Amra0EvOhrK1wKMBGn9vbeGAqMl1UB8Lj9TNCgV5Y3MpMdWqt6gpD1g/s320/23_under_siege_two_dark_territory.jpg" width="245" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Occupational therapy, anyone? The last film to feature the conscious involvement of Phyllis Davis: she plays "Hostage #3". Not the kind of movie we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> waste our time on, as we really find Steven Seagal films a joke. Sure, we know he can fight, and that he's a <a href="https://www.japanese-buddhism.com/chungdrag-dorje.html" target="_blank"><i>tulku</i></a> — the reincarnation of a Buddhist Lama, in this case Chungdrag Dorje — that doesn't take 'No' for an answer from women he finds hot, but he's also a lousy actor, on screen he always looks bloated (it is rumored he wore a girdle during this film to hide his excess weight), and his films are predictable and boring. We were never really thrilled by the directorial talents of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/224433260/geoffrey-peter-murphy" target="_blank">Geoff Murphy</a> (12 Oct 1938 – 3 Dec 2018), either, though we would perhaps give his 1985 film <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiet-earth-new-zealand-1985.html" target="_blank">The Quiet Earth</a></b> another go, were it to fall in our hands again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaMwrsiK_ICOM2N8b87N6RYB-b2GiYYHgFddmH_opONw5Gs8f75AYvVkCuGEcuyKqHuANWZ3-XWHwMDEULILnbAOPlFyIjYEJZX-WUhqLypUhFUAfuO_8rfZ3vzM6C2-y8sY0BT0BPcF3o0tNI1AquG9uyu0NwjL2XtCt10zY9Gqex23-E12tiIfROg/s755/23_under_siege_two_dark_territory_ver2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="517" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaMwrsiK_ICOM2N8b87N6RYB-b2GiYYHgFddmH_opONw5Gs8f75AYvVkCuGEcuyKqHuANWZ3-XWHwMDEULILnbAOPlFyIjYEJZX-WUhqLypUhFUAfuO_8rfZ3vzM6C2-y8sY0BT0BPcF3o0tNI1AquG9uyu0NwjL2XtCt10zY9Gqex23-E12tiIfROg/s320/23_under_siege_two_dark_territory_ver2.jpg" width="219" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Under Siege 2: Dark Territory</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LorQZ4TfbTQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="LorQZ4TfbTQ"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Under Siege 2: Dark Territory</b> is, obviously enough, a sequel to <b>Under Siege</b> (1992 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rl8pTF4f3Jg&ab_channel=WarnerBros." target="_blank">trailer</a>), a film in which Seagal did not yet need a girdle to look less bloated. Katherine Heigl (of <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/03/bride-of-chucky-usa-1998.html" target="_blank"><b>Bride of Chucky</b></a> [1998], <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/bug-buster-usa-1998.html" target="_blank"><b>Bug Buster</b></a> [1998] and <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentine-usa-2001.html" target="_blank">Valentine</a> </b>[2001]), below from the film, was 16 when she made the <b>US2:DT</b>, looking even younger, something that allegedly didn't stop a 43-year-old Seagal, still married to Kelly LeBrock at the time, from hitting up on her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqnB5ejKzd2OzkUfViHPH_cB4L83pQdjE6llyyi23SC2vYRlexjZ_3bc9uRipXNn2ygEkpvs8CDrF06HVKIUajR4LJGOCw7oyFXaS5hMNEsa25YqWvAV2nEWmzim3YC2PqdmbewXca8gm2viPoRKSz6hQiT8p1W6J0WkuxALE1hgWeBl-A40pl2To0w/s800/23_vlcsnap-2012-01-29-12h14m59s187.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqnB5ejKzd2OzkUfViHPH_cB4L83pQdjE6llyyi23SC2vYRlexjZ_3bc9uRipXNn2ygEkpvs8CDrF06HVKIUajR4LJGOCw7oyFXaS5hMNEsa25YqWvAV2nEWmzim3YC2PqdmbewXca8gm2viPoRKSz6hQiT8p1W6J0WkuxALE1hgWeBl-A40pl2To0w/s320/23_vlcsnap-2012-01-29-12h14m59s187.png" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The plot: "Having set himself up as restaurateur Casey Ryback (Seagal) tries to build bridges with his niece Sarah (Katherine Heigl) who he hasn't seen in years and wasn't there for when her parents died in a plane crash. Going on a train journey together Casey finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time when a group of mercenaries, lead by Travis Dane (Eric Bogosian of <b>Don't Go into the Woods</b> [2010 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djLBZDaYnc0&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>] and <b>Blade: Trinity</b> [2004 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPcNbsW69Eg&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a>]), take control of the train in order to have a moving location to take control of a military satellite capable of mass destruction. With time running out Casey must use all his expert training to wrestle back control of the train and stop Dane from succeeding in destroying the Pentagon with the satellite. [<i><a href="https://www.themoviescene.co.uk/reviews/under-siege-2/under-siege-2.html" target="_blank">Movie Scene</a></i>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw4tIg5ygk7GsXdc9gd0P9Etb2mLGw5Pzu52LlbTYfbYfl0FRaUgMk2AKuDRMJAe4hruy576bm-gAwL8MCVYB-_vfjmVx04mJ8eDrDb9DZqK6rOBJPPXk9GuWyVwgch7Cxalbhb8hlnamENKNQQwpF9Su7lH-U6xrNnKjpQ-70UOh4s3c4O92Qf1SuCA/s717/23_Under%20Siege%202%20Dark%20Territory-Espa%C3%B1ol.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="503" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw4tIg5ygk7GsXdc9gd0P9Etb2mLGw5Pzu52LlbTYfbYfl0FRaUgMk2AKuDRMJAe4hruy576bm-gAwL8MCVYB-_vfjmVx04mJ8eDrDb9DZqK6rOBJPPXk9GuWyVwgch7Cxalbhb8hlnamENKNQQwpF9Su7lH-U6xrNnKjpQ-70UOh4s3c4O92Qf1SuCA/s320/23_Under%20Siege%202%20Dark%20Territory-Espa%C3%B1ol.jpg" width="224" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>From <i>Under Siege 2</i> —</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Casey's Farewell, After The Train Has Gone</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/73-ZAxbLid4" width="320" youtube-src-id="73-ZAxbLid4"></iframe></div><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Celebrity Nude Review: Saucy 70's Volume 2</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(2010, dir. Unknown)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbutY2AWXoHkoJxG9liyNJK6YhyPCpPfzg4rg9L3MXvgnF_ErZcXAov5cf5I-8gNQCccZ2WWIvh8JixzqJB3yYGN9Rpi88EwDE4bpYj4c3wIylsLeD5SHYrUeG-ynA7Y9U7PHzDGY5XDfEK6CAQ8i4WJo2sfTvFRn9GXtx49eTIR6Rp-qaW3AeFEcYw/s900/24.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbutY2AWXoHkoJxG9liyNJK6YhyPCpPfzg4rg9L3MXvgnF_ErZcXAov5cf5I-8gNQCccZ2WWIvh8JixzqJB3yYGN9Rpi88EwDE4bpYj4c3wIylsLeD5SHYrUeG-ynA7Y9U7PHzDGY5XDfEK6CAQ8i4WJo2sfTvFRn9GXtx49eTIR6Rp-qaW3AeFEcYw/s320/24.jpg" width="213" /></a></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">More proof that nude scenes never go away — but then, how could they when there are people like us around? Calling this direct-to-video project a documentary is a bit of a stretch, as it is really just T&A of the past collected. Phyllis Davis is present, not by choice, by way of her nude scenes in <b>Terminal Island</b> (1973 — see <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank"><b>Part I</b></a>). Her name is considered well-known enough that she is even found on the video box cover.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Films of the seventies were just bursting with onscreen nudity [...]. Hollywood isn't the only place to find beautiful actresses. <b>The Saucy 70's Volume 2</b> has a distinct international flavor with dozens of A and B-movie ingénues from around the world [...]! The saucy 70s were an extraordinary period in cinema, sex and nudity in mainstream films exploded and new subgenres of films emerged. Nunsploitation, blaxploitation, grindhouse, woman-in-prison, European giallos and sex comedies, and of course, the ever-popular 'young woman's erotic journey' films that were so prevalent, took nudity in cinema to greater heights. Our sex in cinema retrospective uncovers long-forgotten gems buried for years as well as some of the most significant films in the history of sex on the screen. Controversial and groundbreaking films, you'll discover the most memorable and erotic scenes of the decade as well as insightful and controversial bios on each actress. In many cases it was their first and only nude appearance on film, making this a must-have reference guide to nudity in cinema. [<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Celebrity-Nude-Revue-Saucy-70s/dp/B0030VANHQ" target="_blank"><i>Amazon</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Babes Behind Bars</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>(2013, dir. Charles Band)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwTxnIW2Ztz8P4EWIk_qYYhvZHFlTNX4LcEsO2ITlLh0PV6pacS1IOabzx-TFvICQTNBF_myhLqGZ6a8RJAdAOhbrOKpkGtmkpxmmawYBoXev7PhafBk0NXu3bHgU7xW3ZK058i_3v1Sk2XlHwurlWUTFfFavbsjTAOqePOum83heePUW1d9gx973CA/s531/25_Babes%20Behind%20Bars%20(2013).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="340" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwTxnIW2Ztz8P4EWIk_qYYhvZHFlTNX4LcEsO2ITlLh0PV6pacS1IOabzx-TFvICQTNBF_myhLqGZ6a8RJAdAOhbrOKpkGtmkpxmmawYBoXev7PhafBk0NXu3bHgU7xW3ZK058i_3v1Sk2XlHwurlWUTFfFavbsjTAOqePOum83heePUW1d9gx973CA/s320/25_Babes%20Behind%20Bars%20(2013).png" width="205" /></a><span style="font-family: courier;"><b> </b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Directed" by Charles Band, the famed trash-film director and producer, who has more films to his name than you have sperm in your jizz — <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2009/02/head-of-family-1996-usa.html" target="_blank">Head of the Family</a></b> (1996), anyone? — and "written" by Colin Rodgers, who went on to be a producer on <b>Zombies Vs. Strippers</b> (2012 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRlHuWZC1xw&ab_channel=ALittleDeadPodcast" target="_blank">trailer</a>) — not to be mistaken with <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/09/zombie-strippers-usa-2008.html" target="_blank">Zombie Strippers</a></b> (2008).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPf-sgI9uazjI8lZoYadYsOCjpW3cRexvK9R5dpvovzLJYKvfUhVhXTMyRwU_V7PX_IytckDV7QjPOBazwSo-tmiYEP7UG2S9b2mhyVt1lViXIKHlS2RxZUbzSCKkBBy0MwXcJPc8QRq0XkRppcAurMUXwQGiC43U3uZNLDHtH3VrS-RTUN4voktQaQ/s528/25_mora-babesbehindbars.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="341" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPf-sgI9uazjI8lZoYadYsOCjpW3cRexvK9R5dpvovzLJYKvfUhVhXTMyRwU_V7PX_IytckDV7QjPOBazwSo-tmiYEP7UG2S9b2mhyVt1lViXIKHlS2RxZUbzSCKkBBy0MwXcJPc8QRq0XkRppcAurMUXwQGiC43U3uZNLDHtH3VrS-RTUN4voktQaQ/s320/25_mora-babesbehindbars.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Despite the shared title, Band's <b>Babes Behind Bars</b> is not based on the 1962 sleaze paperback of the same title (cover above) — "The hard-bitten story of a young girl thrown into the most vicious web of carnality ever imagined... a woman's prison" — by "Alan Mora", otherwise known as "Lester Lake" (who know which, if either, name is the author's real name). No, this <b>Babes Behind Bars</b> is yet another "documentary" documenting the nude scenes of yesteryear of female actors, though in this case "documenting" means simply presenting mostly original trailers of yesteryear, spanning from <b>Reform School Girl </b>(1957 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnJPAIBKOKY&ab_channel=TheDukeMitchellFilmClub" target="_blank">trailer</a> — with <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2011/05/rip-three-women-yvette-vickers-dana.html" target="_blank"><b>Yvette Vickers</b></a>) to the WTF Asian flick, <b>Haunted Jail House</b> a.k.a. <b>Jail House Eros</b> a.k.a. <b>Jian yu bu she fang </b>(1990 / trailer below), with a few assorted outtakes and clips and some inane talk in between from the "hosts".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqwZzkNIlm9ygugah9m_uXZaX6A8rl6ucRBkjBXpmF2BxnhJWDZaWW75YsDd__YI4Fy8oIDoMa3vzoeUejTZqHMEhLda8vtlXhavV1J6YrMmMCIrIKlmFDUWCuYjajydHFzn6q5OSUwUaGd2F6u45z_4-qITEmq_sV03B7kf6z4pFza3pQ2r7Kr3Ogg/s441/26.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaqwZzkNIlm9ygugah9m_uXZaX6A8rl6ucRBkjBXpmF2BxnhJWDZaWW75YsDd__YI4Fy8oIDoMa3vzoeUejTZqHMEhLda8vtlXhavV1J6YrMmMCIrIKlmFDUWCuYjajydHFzn6q5OSUwUaGd2F6u45z_4-qITEmq_sV03B7kf6z4pFza3pQ2r7Kr3Ogg/s320/26.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer
to <br /></b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Jail House Eros</i> a.k.a. <i>Jian yu bu she fang</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zzgE3_DpEmM" width="320" youtube-src-id="zzgE3_DpEmM"></iframe></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Welcome to Babe Jail, where the best shower a girl can get is from the warden's hose, and interrogation always ends in intercourse! This outlandish compilation of trailers and clips spotlights the women-in-prison sub-genre of grindhouse exploitation films, which were most popular in the 70s and 80s. Hosted by the illegally-sexy 'Roxie' (Scream Queen <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm4535518/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cl_t29" target="_blank">Mindy Robinson</a>) and her demented ogre-of-a-cellmate, 'Lavondra' (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm3692694/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cl_t28" target="_blank">Robert Ramos</a>), you've been sentenced to watch the best of the most degrading, perverse, and sadistically sexist filth ever sent to the slammer. The prison bars may be cold, but the babes are hot! [<a href="http://fullmoonstreaming.com/movie/babes-behind-bars-movie" target="_blank"><i>Full Moon</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8OrdqNCllARRriHU03nT3_PwrtKPAR4QPFj2dowMGX12zqJUUrZSCrN3ksUI02L3KW5Byz9wsRocGmu8jOozRDSsZtMG5URZDHMk4DbRMngDOQYrvApSqpHb-vSQhZwQC5J62npJGx_zceugoi_hdfZoRRmaQ8nKAuQ6Hp1qqLA_RiwjjyzbJTv90Q/s640/25_babes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8OrdqNCllARRriHU03nT3_PwrtKPAR4QPFj2dowMGX12zqJUUrZSCrN3ksUI02L3KW5Byz9wsRocGmu8jOozRDSsZtMG5URZDHMk4DbRMngDOQYrvApSqpHb-vSQhZwQC5J62npJGx_zceugoi_hdfZoRRmaQ8nKAuQ6Hp1qqLA_RiwjjyzbJTv90Q/s320/25_babes.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Trailer to</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Babes Behind Bars</i>:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FEJFF-HTe_A" width="320" youtube-src-id="FEJFF-HTe_A"></iframe></div></b></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;">"Charles Band's Grindhouse Flix company has been releasing some mighty fine trailer compilations as of late. <b>Babes Behind Bars</b>, their ode to Women in Prison movies, is no exception. While it's not perfect, it's hard to imagine any Women in Prison fan (or trailer compilation fan) walking away disappointed from this one. The Women in Prison genre is a vast one, but <b>Babes Behind Bars</b> does a good job of covering all the angles. Just about every classic Women in Prison movie is represented here. [...] I've seen many of the trailers before on other compilations, but it's still nice to have them all in one convenient collection. [<a href="https://thevideovacuum.livejournal.com/1463909.html" target="_blank"><i>Video Vacuum</i></a>]"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Phyllis makes the cut with the trailers from <b>Sweet Sugar</b> (1972) and <b>Terminal Island</b> (1973), both of which we looked at in <b><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/09/boy-women-of-beyond-valley-of-dolls.html" target="_blank">Part I</a></b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier;">Now go to a forgotten Russ Meyer "discovery":</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2023/11/background-babe-of-beyond-valley-of.html" target="_blank">Veronica Ericson</a></span></b></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934787162311039470.post-7878993754722499942023-10-11T16:46:00.000+02:002023-10-11T16:46:20.775+02:00The Furies (Australia, 2019)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAUJS1Vp7hQjO1EIF8s_E4s1YBp4sE6vijaZiex5E8-wurv6JFAuqR9H1JBkiL50GZN78YgqW2uhGKmOPC2rOukQC2_ZTuLUje3Pgo0pSk4pBEtnGrINNKklqVi-LBtlSTQ0ZpSc2EUov-S_I27Z2FX4vCenSWWk95IkRtfsxqOHVTEBbkMaAsTXcRA/s420/The+Furies_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAUJS1Vp7hQjO1EIF8s_E4s1YBp4sE6vijaZiex5E8-wurv6JFAuqR9H1JBkiL50GZN78YgqW2uhGKmOPC2rOukQC2_ZTuLUje3Pgo0pSk4pBEtnGrINNKklqVi-LBtlSTQ0ZpSc2EUov-S_I27Z2FX4vCenSWWk95IkRtfsxqOHVTEBbkMaAsTXcRA/s320/The+Furies_0.jpg" width="235" /></a></div>One would be hard-pressed to claim that the this relatively obscure (at least in Europe and possibly stateside) Australian horror flick in any way brims with true creativity or new ideas, but as </span></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<![endif]--><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;">proverbial <span><span> as the basic plot cum narrative is, the movie itself goes a long way on familiar fumes and gets a lot of mileage without being boring. Aided by a great location, scary killers, good sun-bleached cinematography, more than passable acting by most of the female cast (who, in all truth, are the only ones required to act), a solid music score that substantially underscores the tension and suspense, and some absolutely mind-blowing practical gore effects, <b>The Furies</b> keeps the gore-friendly viewer pretty much riveted to the blood-drenched screen until the final scene. New, it isn't; well-made, it is — it's a shame, however, that the first time feature film director Tony D'Aquino, who also wrote the movie, did not have the <i>cahones </i>to try to at least slightly dilute the movie's innate and obvious misogynist slant by, say, making the hunt bisexual instead of so heterosexual. (In this polysexual day and age of the millennials, not that absurd of a concept — although things might be different <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfR9iY5y94s&ab_channel=MenAtWorkVEVO" target="_blank">Down Under</a>.)</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYajcbXZbP8mgbR4HANnkcwDqLNoZ_l2TqSqnt_BwFpgPfWbAVSRNKD0ZdVUP4UI5H3iXM6c5fFpSLkXUskB7bJ9rtG2e5iVtBcbjEEW3zz0kVQ7bc8EvH6FzW2XQO1gKkVSVrxJ-jIuqdFnCn-3OLaWqEhEbULFb81GCGGcvfKeCPYXfHUpLrHaytA/s1500/811SlultvdL._AC_SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1062" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYajcbXZbP8mgbR4HANnkcwDqLNoZ_l2TqSqnt_BwFpgPfWbAVSRNKD0ZdVUP4UI5H3iXM6c5fFpSLkXUskB7bJ9rtG2e5iVtBcbjEEW3zz0kVQ7bc8EvH6FzW2XQO1gKkVSVrxJ-jIuqdFnCn-3OLaWqEhEbULFb81GCGGcvfKeCPYXfHUpLrHaytA/s320/811SlultvdL._AC_SL1500_.jpg" width="227" /></a></div>Trailer to</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><span><span><i>The Furies</i>:</span></span><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jcX2ma2WZjU" width="320" youtube-src-id="jcX2ma2WZjU"></iframe><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span> </span></span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>Set in an oddly surreal-looking outback forest somewhere in Australia, <b>The Furies</b> opens like so many women-in-danger flicks with an attractive and unarmed woman, obviously worse for the wear and not dressed for having fun in the countryside, being chased by a filthy, masked man who, going by the size of his murderous weapon (in his hand; the one in his trousers we never see), is definitely not out to pleasantly ask for a date. Finding herself injured and up-against-a-tree, it looks like our unnamed beauty is about to meet her maker when suddenly another equally soiled masked man appears from nowhere and, after a short fight, kills the first would-be woman-killer, gathers the screaming beauty into his arms, and carries her off to a fate [not really] unknown....</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopa6WgUEgiNCxC87PeL0dqx2EictVGbsNu3N3XyyBpgfkkxcAHeUzHTtT_JK9fDk1p2lXUVrXnq0rZUVQkNe1U0BK7udufGi5qeL9F_EaDk_ynGpB1v364fRL4Q8-S-f2rRszowuLCDrWnXbMY7qP5eR6Pf0qvTql0ymc163SUI-vGuSmpzXjhniyzg/s320/TheFuries_1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="320" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopa6WgUEgiNCxC87PeL0dqx2EictVGbsNu3N3XyyBpgfkkxcAHeUzHTtT_JK9fDk1p2lXUVrXnq0rZUVQkNe1U0BK7udufGi5qeL9F_EaDk_ynGpB1v364fRL4Q8-S-f2rRszowuLCDrWnXbMY7qP5eR6Pf0qvTql0ymc163SUI-vGuSmpzXjhniyzg/s1600/TheFuries_1.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>And thus we first see the situation that is later clarified: a modernized twist of the basic <b>Most Dangerous Game </b>(1932 / "new" <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLiohugUvgk&ab_channel=WKAJTVII" target="_blank">trailer</a>) and its numerous ilk — think <b>Turkey Shoot</b> (1982 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ7Hb13GIhU&ab_channel=UmbrellaEntertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>), <b>The Woman Hunt</b> (1972 / <a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x87psop" target="_blank">full film</a>), <b>Antebellum </b>(2020 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MPib67BDHY&ab_channel=LionsgateMovies" target="_blank">trailer</a>) or even<b> <a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloodlust-usa-1961.html" target="_blank">Bloodlust!</a></b> (1961). Only, this time the hunters are soiled-looking, masked wackos with axes/scythes/machetes/etc., and the hunted are all unarmed women — and, also, the hunters are just as ready to kill each other as they are to kill the women. The big difference in the game played here is the "beauty and the beast" aspect: the "beasts" (as in "masked killers") are trying to find their "beauty" (as in that special, unwilling female participant) with whom they can walk off into the sunset, but should that special woman be killed before they can enter less-than-consensual bliss, the hunters themselves also die. (And how the blood and brain splatter when those heads explode!)</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI45Nj40IJ3_uYyo01qy-vm1Pg-CNSxaXLo0DeaIzygOVDBgGYRlPCmxnTfsRpQnJzklvW9zkPaiR2PLj5J-G2i8zxkQ_fYijo-QplYg3eBkzTwAJur1CVLAzozgt41hUzEvvA6-8xm_SYYsXnn0BPZI0Zf5n811xaD9BNgVrx7pN7gloiC9z2HsecZw/s1024/The+Furies_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI45Nj40IJ3_uYyo01qy-vm1Pg-CNSxaXLo0DeaIzygOVDBgGYRlPCmxnTfsRpQnJzklvW9zkPaiR2PLj5J-G2i8zxkQ_fYijo-QplYg3eBkzTwAJur1CVLAzozgt41hUzEvvA6-8xm_SYYsXnn0BPZI0Zf5n811xaD9BNgVrx7pN7gloiC9z2HsecZw/s320/The+Furies_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>Of course, the description alone already reveals a big flaw in the narrative. That the women are part of the game is not a matter of choice: they are simply taken, as in disappear from the streets or home, so their participation cannot really be questioned. But the masked killers, on the other hand, are all apparently there by choice, as evident in their outfits (some of which indicate the collection of trophies from past kills) and the consequentiality with which they approach the hunt — but what man, psycho killer or Proud Boy or Republican or incel or none of the named, is really going to dress and play the part in a game that they know guarantees their own bloody demise should they fail? In a game in which failure looms inordinately large as only one surviving couple is allowed? And further, would the game organizers, who watch the game via cameras implanted in the eyes of the players and killers, really be so budget-conscious as to place exploding devices only in the heads of the killers and not in the women? (Doubtful, even if the female is considered by many — as in, the average </span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>psycho killer or Proud Boy or Republican or incel </span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>— as the "weaker" sex, but that's how it is in the movie.) Lastly, though possibly open for argument, the concept that the lead woman's epilepsy somehow allows her to occasionally "see" through the cameras implanted in her head and those of others seems more expedient than logical or plausible.</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj170NxfoT6gAXLDKDgpV4nFHRoGP9bDsBZQYML66PQ7ALf_HG40PuTvfwo57dO5c6VTic-wFH5LVAm7lN2Ijc_pg-Gzo3RwYmsIIaDyPtv24Eq3dOWErXn-u00-6DGzFFExAW2rAFFLhKW0VXTXz7rKxMYMDANuqE1DiQN5pJolYyVmUDKDICx_MtLvA/s320/TheFuries_2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="186" data-original-width="320" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj170NxfoT6gAXLDKDgpV4nFHRoGP9bDsBZQYML66PQ7ALf_HG40PuTvfwo57dO5c6VTic-wFH5LVAm7lN2Ijc_pg-Gzo3RwYmsIIaDyPtv24Eq3dOWErXn-u00-6DGzFFExAW2rAFFLhKW0VXTXz7rKxMYMDANuqE1DiQN5pJolYyVmUDKDICx_MtLvA/s1600/TheFuries_2.png" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>Okay, so the plot has holes in it. It's also, inarguably, deeply misogynistic, despite a "Fuck the Patriarchy" on a wall early on in the movie, and the misogyny is in no way overcome by the eventual resourcefulness and grit of main woman (an excellent Airlie Dodds, of <b>Killing Ground</b> [2016 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3ePiwb0NxQ&ab_channel=ZeroMedia" target="_blank">trailer</a>], as Kayla), the kill-to-survive readiness of some of the other women, the warped "emotional growth" of the somewhat autistic character Rose (a believable Linda Ngo of <b>Parfum Fatale</b> [2015 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wveCyjlL17M&ab_channel=MorganM" target="_blank">trailer</a>]), or the <b>I Spit on Your Grave </b>(1978 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxxHVHEBPtc&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers" target="_blank">trailer</a> & 2010 / <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-66qwVmJy0&ab_channel=DefiantScreenEntertainment" target="_blank">trailer</a>)-tinged ending. But, damn, the film does grab you tightly by the gonads and keep you watching until the end, particularly since the kills (like the "thrill" of the chase) come often and are constant.</span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxQPY83rWvjD_egfsg_g0wfAWW5PTRfKXBpbtefYZ5pN-dgef39D-6sGwxQmObZHW2laoxTYbiWx8fVBQXLB8icXb_wE8Np-8oCnDbvHf27QBSMAOzv2tJjiRN1P53ZFW6NMeZue0y5sRzawOEuuOzvdpxHNxRorowe3Zgwn6p3H0AS5TLhAmCyNLrw/s4096/The+Furies_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1744" data-original-width="4096" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxQPY83rWvjD_egfsg_g0wfAWW5PTRfKXBpbtefYZ5pN-dgef39D-6sGwxQmObZHW2laoxTYbiWx8fVBQXLB8icXb_wE8Np-8oCnDbvHf27QBSMAOzv2tJjiRN1P53ZFW6NMeZue0y5sRzawOEuuOzvdpxHNxRorowe3Zgwn6p3H0AS5TLhAmCyNLrw/s320/The+Furies_3.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>It's been a long, long time since we here at <i><a href="http://bryininberlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a wasted life</a></i> have seen a movie with practical effects as realistic and effective as those in <b>The Furies</b> — there is a "defacing" scene that is truly painful to watch, and not just because it's happening to a defenseless woman at the hands of a huge masked white man. But as convincing and constant as the gore is, gore alone won't make a movie "work", especially a movie that follows a template as old as the one in <b>The Furies</b>. Much of the success is owed to the women: with the possible exception of Kayla's best friend Maddie (Ebony Vagulans), whom Kayla is so fixated on saving, they are universally convincing for the generally short screen time they almost all have, and do a lot to make the movie watchable. </span></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u4jlriHElG0YKnIly3I2HBZOdq56f38wajrpE5O4AYbT0uXhrTBoJ3UwnwJu6g7dpHC86AtZr_tczr8DfCr85FzzPL5noRxm4cvrnsgU6lRRA0MZfDr00rR2JN1vu8CWBHtcA25nKSPo18GgDuZXL8h6oGtD8U_zhz2wMC4Pidf-vZYBqrXNKlx0qw/s320/TheFuries_4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="320" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u4jlriHElG0YKnIly3I2HBZOdq56f38wajrpE5O4AYbT0uXhrTBoJ3UwnwJu6g7dpHC86AtZr_tczr8DfCr85FzzPL5noRxm4cvrnsgU6lRRA0MZfDr00rR2JN1vu8CWBHtcA25nKSPo18GgDuZXL8h6oGtD8U_zhz2wMC4Pidf-vZYBqrXNKlx0qw/s1600/TheFuries_4.png" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>To that, as mentioned earlier in passing, the setting is also effective, and the narrative seldom lags: Tony D'Aquino keeps the action at top speed and amplified by a score that always (but oddly unobtrusively) kicks in a double force whenever things start going south again. The unexpected "shock" semi-resolution is gut-kicker, but the final scene doesn't really work, although one wishes it did. (It is doubtful that anyone involved in the game would be sloppy enough to leave a clue to their identity as large as the one found.) </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkxD2635ABRAYa4Qj1hoK326O-V-wA2yOsprn_-VTGTkwbOnPQY-x3jIDSYWYwjckh_HE40GaHHEQABoGhwNycLHXYb_Gwq5pIcliAzSBEpdt886gPuxVREcva58W-BlBbiE7Ncsc_hfsfBCoJQcxWeNDulVEgfTO9qtzvMSQgBNXqM7lRy_jZ3UOPg/s310/The+Furies_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="310" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkxD2635ABRAYa4Qj1hoK326O-V-wA2yOsprn_-VTGTkwbOnPQY-x3jIDSYWYwjckh_HE40GaHHEQABoGhwNycLHXYb_Gwq5pIcliAzSBEpdt886gPuxVREcva58W-BlBbiE7Ncsc_hfsfBCoJQcxWeNDulVEgfTO9qtzvMSQgBNXqM7lRy_jZ3UOPg/s1600/The+Furies_1.jpg" width="310" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>All in all, however, <b>The Furies</b> is a truly decent and well-made old-school exploitation film (minus breasts, of course, because breasts, unlike violence, corrupt and simply don't belong in the films of today), and Tony D'Aquino is obviously a talent to watch. There are busy professionals out there that have yet to make a movie as good as this one, though many have made one less bloody and less violent.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSZ2b2RnXH-RrIo97cM23MYvl3EktNheYTmAXkZwPiEVvVMJAAuHlORp9w_dPHa32dde3VU9USEaT06i9beSOoOwSHTBp2DZjh6c_NYjEAnTglqE22M-uaVDXEjBqiaM3BqLgkZCn36mwi-THym6X2y_eOOTBOh3p4ijCutIobAhsva9ecveXs0JC3g/s320/TheFuries_3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="320" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSZ2b2RnXH-RrIo97cM23MYvl3EktNheYTmAXkZwPiEVvVMJAAuHlORp9w_dPHa32dde3VU9USEaT06i9beSOoOwSHTBp2DZjh6c_NYjEAnTglqE22M-uaVDXEjBqiaM3BqLgkZCn36mwi-THym6X2y_eOOTBOh3p4ijCutIobAhsva9ecveXs0JC3g/s1600/TheFuries_3.png" width="320" /></a></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><span><span>That said, heed our final warning: if you are not in any way a gorehound, this will definitely not be your cup of tea.</span></span><br /></span></div>Abrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126027036169180235noreply@blogger.com0