Archive for December, 2007

Talk about a happy New Year!

Forced to review another damn hippie-fest — Every time I think I’m out, they pull me back in! — I’ve been avoiding finishing the slog for months now. I wasn’t going to start 2008 with that particular simian still on my back, though. So here it is, Pip, damn your eyes.

zpposter.jpg

Click on the poster to go to the review…if you dare!!!!

Well, it's 2008 *here*….

I can’t help it if the rest of you are a bit backward. 🙂

Happy New Year, one and all!

Assuming we're done with new reviews before the holidays…

As the nominal webmaster here, I want to wish you and yours a happy and safe Christmas/Hannukah/Solstice/Festivus/Whatever. (I can’t wish you a happy Kwanzaa, because I’m far too white, and thus would be excoriated for my social inauthenticity.)

brainsforsanta.jpg

….and a merry Et Al. to you all

In this issue of Et Al., we have a visitor from Outer Space, and a visitor from Down Below; two different Bulldog Drummonds, and two different Dick Tracys; an all-black cast, a distinguished white actor in brownface, and a lot of extremely pale-skinned Arabs. Enjoy!

 And here’s this issue’s visual clue:

skeltonknaggs.jpg

Me watchem another one!

Hey, it’s almost Christmas, and nothing says Christmas like — a Red Ryder!*

Sheriff of Las Vegas (1944)

(*Yes, I know that was almost unforgivably lame…)

Multiple Personality Disorder Film Festival

It’s been an… odd couple of weeks here at Casa del Santo.  Can-can dancers have a way of showing up in the damnedest places:

Attack of the Crab Monsters (1957), in which scientists stranded in Southern California– er, I mean, on a romote South Pacific island– are stalked by giant, brain-eating land crabs…

Bare Behind Bars (1980), in which we learn that Brazilian women’s prison movies are sort of like Brazilian Mardi Gras– weirder, raunchier, and more obsessively stylized than everybody else’s…

The Bowery at Midnight (1942), in which somebody looks to have decided halfway through shooting a crime programmer that they’d really rather be making a horror flick instead…

The Clairvoyant (1934), in which a phony psychic accidentally discovers that his powers are real after all, and that turns out to be about as much fun as such things usually are in the movies…

Cry of the Werewolf (1944), in which you might as well just watch Cat People instead…

Fairy Tales (1978), in which the Handsome Prince will understandably settle for nothing less than Linnea Quigley…

The Mistress of Atlantis (1932), in which the world’s most famous lost civilization isn’t remotely where you’d think it would be, and its immortal sorceress-queen has an origin story you’ll never believe even after you’ve seen it…

and…

Salon Kitty (1976), in which Heinrich Himmler goes BIG PIMPIN’.

Silents are golden….and occasionally pyrite

twttinbanner.jpg

 

 

 

After a hiatus much longer than any of us intended, Lyz Kingsley of And You Call Yourself A Scientist! once again joins forces with Zack Handlen of The Duck Speaks and Chad Denton of The Good, The Bad, The Ugly for another round of That Was Then, This Is Now. In what shows every sign of being the first part of a three part epic, we examine the four surviving silent versions of the seminal science fiction story, Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde.

Lyz reviews Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde (1912), starring James Cruze, and Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde (1913), starring King Baggot; Zack reviews Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde (1920), starring John Barrymore; and Chad reviews Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde (1920), starring Sheldon Lewis.

And afterwards, the three of us get together over a refreshing bubbling potion and debate the pros and cons of these four films.

It's a kingdom of two — again!

Kingdom of the Vampire (2007):  Welcome to the 21st century, in which we remake shot-on-video microbudget features from the long-past era of the 1990’s.

Wait — where are you going?


Continuously Classing Up the Joint

STRIP NUDE FOR YOUR KILLER
Yes, hot on the heels of endorsing a nudie Tarzan movie directed by Jess Franco, I’m back to encourage people to watch a completely irredeemable and tasteless piece of filth from the bottom of the giallo barrel. It is because I am beyond saving and know no shame that i am able to say nice things about a movie I myself liken to finding a hobo pleasuring himself behind a dumpster.

"Ho ho ho," he said slyly.

It’s not my habit to crosspost material from my blog, but I thought some of you might be interested in the Christmas music podcast (first one since April!) just uploaded at Tachyon City.