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.
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.
Ugh. Jabootu contributor Eva Vandergeld deserves a purple heart for reviewing this thing. In fact, I probably deserve one just for reading about it. Abandon all hope ye who peruse here.
ET AL., Part 3
Dec 8
There are a few more mini-reviews up at ET AL. No, I’m not going to tell you what they are: you can go find out for yourselves!
Although here’s a clue to one of them:
Side Project #3,456
Dec 7
One more thing for me to abandon in two weeks…
The Hell of 50 Movie Pack
An attempt to trace my journey through the many Mill Creek 50 Movie packs that I bought. Posts are very short and usually the same as mini-reviews I end up posting on the B Move Message Board and the Teleport City forums (and some is stuff written back when I was trying to do this on Teleport City, but they just didn’t work there), but I thought I’d start collecting them all together into one place.
Birth Rite (2003) is another movie from that odd turn-of-the-millennium period when Full Moon wasn’t really Full Moon; it didn’t know WHAT it was. (It was bad, yes, but I’m doubting that that was intentional.) We’ve got bizarre prophecies, inconsistent teen angst, Wiccans treated as if they were a magical subspecies, and a finger-snapping warlock (and not in a good way).
A Gothic Without Ghosts
Dec 5
Veneno para las hadas / Poison for the Fairies (1984)
The fifth and last part of my series on the Mexican director Carlos Enrique Taboada. There’s poison here, all right… but it goes straight to a young girl’s soul. I don’t expect many people to agree with my opinion, but I find this quiet, slowly-paced movie much more disturbing than any number of ultra-violent gore flicks.
Son of Search Terms
Dec 5
A while back, I posted some of my favorite search terms that lead people to Teleport City. Well, my next installment is here (not posted here because it’s kind of long and a bit blue in spots).
Dr. Freex has been called away to (literally!) play Van Helsing in a stage version of Dracula, but frequent contributor Howard Paul Burgess has stepped up to the remote to review those two 1980’s camcorder snuff epics, Video Violence and Video Violence 2. Says the Good Doctor: “Man… Better him than me!”
I’m a reviewin’ machine this week…
OUR MAN IN MARRAKESH
I expounded recently on the fact that I am still a sucker for cool cover/poster art, even though I know full well that the movie being advertised is rarely as good as the illustration advertising it. So let me now explore another of my sundry weaknesses: I have a weakness for cool-sounding team-ups. It probably started back when I was a wee sprout camped out in front of the television late at night, watching old Universal horror films. Frankenstein and the Wolfman, in the same movie? Boss! And while the high concept team-ups were generally slightly more dependable than poster art, that didn’t mean that they still weren’t, by and large, a bit disappointing most of the time. But still, come on! Frankenstein versus the Wolfman! Dev Anand versus hippies! And in the case of Our Man in Marrakesh, Tony Randall versus Klaus Kinski. Tell me that one isn’t epic sounding. And while my gullible faith in the high-concept team-up often let me down, I was certain that Tony Randall versus Klaus Kinski in a lighthearted Eurospy adventure would not let me down.