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Per Sempre (Italy, 1987)

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(Spoilers.) Also known as Until Death, this film is occasionally touted as an unofficial sequel to the popular Canuck horror film of 1980, The Changeling (trailer), which was directed by the facile Peter Medak (the man behind the much-maligned trashspectacle, Species II  [1988 / trailer]). In form and substance, however, Per Sempre owes little to that slow but affective and effective ghost story.
The third of four Italian TV movies originally broadcast as a segment of the horror series Brivido giallo (1986–87), to which the other Lamberto Bava DVD release Graveyard Disturbance (1987) also belongs, the central driver of the plot of Per Sempre owes a far more noticeable nod to The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946 / trailer or 1981 / trailer) than The Changeling, though in Lamberto Bava's film the postman — or fate — never even rings once, let alone twice; instead, the slowly crumbling, murder-overshadowed relationship is confronted with a far more tangible if supernatural entity. At which point, in truth, the film also begins to owe aspects of its plot to Mario Bava's last film before he died of a heart attack in 1980, the 1977 Italian horror flick Shock, aka Beyond the Door II (trailer); in that film, as in Per Sempre, a couple disintegrates when faced by the revengeful ghost of the woman's murdered husband. In Lambert's film, however, the ghost is oddly if unexplainably corporal. 
Per Sempre opens with a scene that initially could be misconstrued as a strained rainy night rush to get the pregger wife to the hospital on time, but this trite concept is quickly cast aside when it becomes clear that a corpse lies wrapped up in the back of the van. No, the pregnant Linda (Gioia Scola of Conquest [1983 / trailer] and Raiders of Atlantis [1983 / trailer]) and her handyman lover Carlo (David Brandon of The Emperor Caligula: The Untold Story [1982 / trailer] and StageFright: Aquarius [1987]) are on their way to do away with the body of the inconvenient husband Luca (Roberto Pedicini). A short time later, the film jumps forward roughly a half-decade and we find Linda and Carlo are now a squabbling couple running the locally popular waterside restaurant and boat rental that Linda took over after her husband "left for up north"; Carlo, a paranoid wreck who is convinced that everyone suspects them, lacks all fatherly feelings for her sensitive son Alex (Marco Vivio of Demons 2 [1986 / trailer]), while Linda's enjoyment of the relationship seems both forced and confined to Carlo's exceptional bedroom technique — though they seem to always need an argument as foreplay. Into this fragile constellation a hunky stranger arrives from "up north," the good-looking Marco (Urbano Barberini of Demons [1985 / trailer]), who has a soft spot for Alex and seems to know more about the house and the couple than should be... 
The version of Per Sempre we saw was, regrettably, obviously gone at with a hacksaw despite the DVD box claim that it was "the full version"; thus we missed such important scenes — some of which are found in the trailer above — as that of the "dead" Luca regaining consciousness long enough to grab Linda's earring (a trinket that plays an important part later in the film), and also suffered some odd gaps in continuity (one important death goes from bottle-over-the-head-but-conscious to corpse-on-the-floor, while an earlier scene infers a scissor-stabbing never shown), but though these and other obvious cuts do dampen the viewer's enjoyment or cause occasional momentary perplexity, they in no way hamper the effective mood and mostly excellent acting that infuse what is almost a chamber play consisting of four main actors (five if you count the occasional appearance of the policeman [Giuseppe Stefano De Sando]) and one primary location.
The hunky Urbano Barberini is oddly charming while simultaneously unnerving as Marco, and David Brandon's Carlo is a convincingly macho and dislikeable asshole struggling to maintain control of things even as he falls apart; the most accolades, however, are due Gioia Scola, who plays Linda as an oddly slippery figure: both motherly and at times slutty, Linda, whether decked in sexy skimpies or dirty work clothes, remains both likeable and a figure of identification throughout the film despite, in the end, basically being just as much of a murderer as Carlo — and, in the long run, a far more cooler-headed one. If she is redeemed at all in the end, it is only due to the fact that her motherly love and instincts are greater than her own ego... 
Per Sempre does leave a few glaring questions unanswered by the time it draws to a close, the smallest of which being why it took more than a half-decade for the revengeful ghost to return and seek retribution. No, the biggest questions never answered are the what and why and how of his appearance as Marco and why, if his goal is to destroy the murderous pair, he doesn't just do it instead of dragging things out and even terrorizing his innocent son (initially in his dreams and, towards the end, in reality). But then, were he not to do so, the film would have very little to build its (effective) suspense and aura of guilt and disintegration upon — so let's ignore those nagging inconsistencies and enjoy the movie for what it is: a tight, creepy and effective supernatural thriller that, unlike so many of Bava's films we've seen, eschews all unnecessary and mood-destroying comedy.

Ten Best in 2012

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And now, for the fourth year in a row, A Wasted Life presents its list of the 10 Best Films in 2012. Again, as is the case every year, the films chosen need not have been made or released within the year in discussion, they need only to have been watched for the first time in 2012.
In 2012, of the 82 blog entries, 12 were Short Films of the Month, 26 were career / R.I.P. reviews and only 44 were actual critiques of films. In 2009, the first time we made this list, we arbitrarily decided that short films could not be placed on the list — a decision we keep this year as well. And thus, despite how amazing we personally find them, the short film for February, A Day in the Death of Donny B, (USA, 1969), for  October, The Little Girl Who Was Forgotten by Absolutely Everyone (Including the Postman) (USA, 2008), and for December, the fucking fab gore short Treevenge (USA, 2008), are not on the list. Still, if you haven't watched them yet, you should... 
Likewise, any film that we had already seen prior to viewing them again and reviewing them for the blog are, like every year, not eligible for the list. That means one film that definitely would be on the list otherwise is not there: Stuart Gordon's masterpiece Re-Animator (USA, 1985) a film that is as great today as it was the day it hit the grindhouses. Watch it now. In theory, Daybreakers (Australia, 2009) also cannot be included on the list because we only reviewed it after seeing it a second time within one month, but in all truth as much as we liked that film we would be hard placed to say it is one of the 10 Best in2012. Good, yes; excellent, not quite — unless, of course, you compare it to the directors' first film, the well-shot but aggravating horror comedy entitled Undead (Australia, 2003 / trailer): then Daybreakers suddenly seems like a fucking masterpiece. But be what it may, we saw Daybreakers twice before writing about it and thus it is banned from this list. 
Of the remaining 42 films we reviewed, we still had a hard time trimming the list down to only 10, but in the end we managed with only an occasional gritting of our teeth. They are all, for the most part — see:  Cannibal Holocaust (Italy, 1980) — new discoveries, and as such they made it onto A Wasted Life's list of the Ten Best Films in 2012. One or two films are, as always, not really that good, but they were all a pleasant surprise (or at least made for such entertaining viewing) that we feel they belong where they are. 
The order in which they are listed is not necessarily a statement of preference. To see what A Wasted Life had to say about the given film when first viewed, follow the linked titles to the respective original review. Enjoy our selection—and feel free to have something to say about it!



Teenage love and angst in Nippon High — over-the-top pop art gore with fountains of blood, catchy tunes and purty young things that can bite us on the neck any time they want to. Japanese burlesque horror at its best... we loved it, and so will you! A bit racist in one or two characterizations, maybe, but it fits the overall ridiculousness of this great gore film. Cute but bloodthirsty Vampire Girl steals a twinky boy out from under the nose of another local Lolita who ends up dead but returns from the other side ready for revenge as Frankenstein Girl... who needs reality in cinema when you can have ridiculously fun scurrility like this.


Boogie, el aceitoso
(Argentina, 2009)

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Tasteless animation with a decidedly less-than-complimentary view of the US, this movie bathes in its own P.I. with gusto. You don't need to see it in 3D to laugh, but the technology does support the movie's decidedly odd mixture of animation styles. Plot: gun happy misogynist hitman gets even after being double-crossed by his boss, leaving a trail of bodies and body odour behind.


Dellamorte Dellamore
(Italy, 1994)

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In all truth, we began working on this list one dull early December day, long before we saw this film here. And amongst the Ten Best in 2012 we had chosen at that point was undoubtedly one of the worst films we saw in 2012: Ich Piss' auf deinen Kadaver. Ich Piss' auf deinen Kadaver is truly terrible — the script and the acting and the cinematography suck like a vacuum cleaner with teeth, and there is nothing about the film that in any way at all indicates talent or even technical proficiency. Indeed, if there was a script, it was made as it was being filmed, and the actors appear mostly to simply be strangers picked off the street. But the film had us laughing our heads off and we weren't even stoned. (One chase scene is truly memorable for illustrating exactly what is meant when they say someone runs like a girl.) But we enjoyed it so much when we saw it, that we thought we should include it... Still, anyone with even a dingleberry of good taste would probably hate the film — and, really, although it was on our preparatory list, it shouldn't be on anyone's final "Best of" list. Which is why we're happy that this film stumbled before our eyes in December 2012, for Dellamorte Dellamore is indeed a film that should be on many a "Best of" lists. A truly unique and funny and weird film that enjoys cult popularity but has nevertheless remained generally unseen by the masses. Help change that — watch it now!


The Locals
(New Zealand, 2003)

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Two boys out for a weekend of surf and fun do the typically stupid thing of ignoring a "No Trespassing" sign in hope of a short cut and stumble upon two babes out to party — and a yitload of homicidal men. The Locals is a low key but pleasant horror film from the land of kiwis that manages to toss in a surprise or two — not high on gore, but the camera work is quite nice at times, and we've always had a weakness for New Zealand accents. There is nothing about this film that is particularly flashy or splashy or shocking or explosive, but it is tightly made and not only catches and keeps your interest, but succeeds well in building its mood and carrying it through to the end...



Mutant Aliens
(USA, 2001)

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Bill Plympton films are always good for a gander and they do keep us laughing. This alien invasion revenge film is typically off-the-wall and drenched in a total lack of respect for the mainstream — in other words, it should be required viewing in kindergartens across the USA. A surprisingly mean film for one as funny as it is, in Mutant Aliens Plympton tells the tale of an astronaut left to die in space who returns with a band of mutant aliens to get revenge upon those who left him to die — his now adult daughter and her horny fiancé lend a helping hand...



Die Beauty / Du Sköna
(Sweden, 2010)
 
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Never heard of this film? Neither has anyone else we know. We stumbled upon it purely by accident and loved it. Swedish surrealism, we think.... or could it be that life in Sweden is really like this? An extremely calm film that meanders to an end that could just as well be a new beginning, and that starts less at the beginning then it does just suddenly take up a variety of narrative strands about unhappy wives and missing husbands and young blonde daughters and an unhappy German prostitute and other peripheral characters living in the oddly bizarre backwaters of Sweden. The painting above was found at the film's website.


Bao chou / Vengeance
(Hong Kong, 1970)

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This 1970 Shaw Brothers film is not exactly a typical example of Shaw Brother sock-em, chop-em kungfu costume madness. Set in 1920s Peking, Bao chou / Vengeance does feature flying fists and high kicks, but knives and even guns make an appearance in a tale that follows the narrative schema of good ol' U.S. Film Noir. Tough-fighting man in love with a shady, traitorous lady is killed when one of his two-timing wife's lovers decides he's a bother; his tougher-fighting brother shows up to revenge his death, hitting the town like an unstoppable bulldozer... The bodies pile and love blooms, but tragedy is predestined.



Tourist Trap
(USA, 1979)

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This film got lost in the slew of horror films that was released in the late 70s, early 80s and it didn't help any that it was rated PG and released at the same time as Halloween (1979 / trailer). As a result, one of the most quirky and original horror films of the time was completely overlooked and sank into oblivion, where it has pretty much remained to date. OK, Tourist Trap has achieved a certain level of cult popularity over the years due to word of mouth, but the film is still an under-appreciated treasure that is not even half as well known as it deserves to be. We went into it thinking it to be a typical body-counter, and though you can count the bodies it is anything but a typical body count movie. Rather unlike the promise of the French poster above,Tourist Trap has a lack of uncovered boobage, but for that it isincredibly creepy and consistently surprising. The final showdown throws in one of the least expected mind fucks ever expected...



Castle Freak
(USA/Italy, 1995)

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To simply re-use the opening paragraph of our review (which can be found by following the linked title above): "In-between his popular cinematic fart Fortress (1992 / German trailer) and his much less popular but far more entertaining flop Space Truckers (1996 / trailer), Stuart Gordon flew to Italy to make this direct-to-video horror film for Full Moon. Based ever so loosely on H. P. Lovecraft's short story The Outsider, Castle Freak is a modernized Gothic horror story along the lines of, say, The Virgin of Nuremberg (1963 / Italian trailer), but instead of a woman in her nightie being confronted by a mad woman-killer driven crazy by the disfiguring experiments he experienced under the Nazis, we have an emotionally damaged American family of three unknowingly sharing their inherited castle with a now-malformed monster that had been maimed and mistreated deep in the cellar for 40 years by his literally castrating mother. [...]" Perhaps not the best of Gordon's films, but definitely one of his better ones, which makes it so surprising that it is so under-appreciated...


The Brain that Wouldn't Die
(USA, 1959)

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Like most people, we long knew this film by name but had never bothered to watch it... but when we finally did, we found out that it is a true masterpiece of vintage trash. Perverse sleaze like this is always fun to watch, and we found it grand — and we weren't on drugs, either. Wonder how we ever missed catching this piece of fabulous flotsam back in the days of Creature Feature. Plot: A driven scientist bereft of morals goes shopping for a new body for his fiancée, who is a living but bodiless head since a car accident. The Brain that Wouldn't Die is great film for the whole family. 
 
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Cannibal Holocaust
(Italy, 1980)

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This film definitely should be on the list, 'cause it is a distasteful and disturbing work of art that truly leaves an impression. Its soundtrack is one of the most memorable the great Riz Ortolani ever composed, an unforgettable easy listening track that is as soothing as the film itself is disturbing. But while we wrote our review in 2012 after having seen the film in its entirety for the first time, the movie wasn't exactly unknown to us: oddly enough, back in the days of VHS, three totally different times in our prior life in the USA we stopped by friends to drop something off (or by dealers pick something up) and a video of this flick was playing on the tube. Each time, we stayed as long as we could to see as much as we could, but were unable to watch it till the end due to other commitments (namely: work). Thus, though we saw the whole film for the first time in 2012, we saw too much of it in piecemeal to truly say Cannibal Holocaust is a new film for us. Thus, this masterpiece of Italo exploitation is relegated to a simple honorable mention — and the recommendation that if you haven't seen this nasty flick yet, you truly should. Cannibal Holocaust is nothing less than mandatory viewing for those types of folks that waste their lives reading blogs like this...
The unforgettable theme to Cannibal Holocaust:

Short Film: Bimbo's Initiation (USA, 1931)

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For a long time now we here at A Wasted Life have thought about presenting a Betty Boop cartoon as the Short Film of the Month, but the big problem faced was that there are so many excellent early Betty Boop cartoons out there — especially among the pre-Hays Code productions — that to choose just one is a daunting task. 
Those that immediately come to mind are, of course, the great if slightly racist I'll Be Glad When You're Dead You Rascal You (1932 / full cartoon), in which Betty joins her pals Koko and Bimbo for a jungle safari and runs into trouble with cannibals (a very young Louis Armstrong and his band), and Betty Boop's Bamboo Isle (1932 / full short), which features her famous "topless" hula dance, and naturally any of the cartoons featuring Cab Calloway, like The Old Man of the Mountain (1933 / full short) or the classic Minnie the Moocher (1932 / full short), the latter of which indicates a German Jewish ancestry on Betty's part.
But while going through the Betty Boop films on YouTube, we stumbled upon this oddity, Bimbo's Initiation, which — as the title indicates — is less a Betty Boop vehicle than a Bimbo short. Bimbo was a dog character introduced in Max Fleischer's Out of the Inkwell series (1918 to 1929) that, along with his fellow Out of the Inkwell alumni Koko the Clown, was an early and popular star of the Fleischer animated films. Betty Boop, in her original incarnation with doggy ears (seen above with Bimbo from Bimbo's Initiation) as introduced by her creator Grim Natwick (seen here to the left) in the less-than-spectacular short Dizzy Dishes (1930 / full short), was initially a tertiary character who often served as Bimbo's girlfriend or foil — a good example being her fourth doggy-eared appearance, as "Nan McGrew", in The Bum Bandit (1931 / full short)  in which, despite her doggy ears, she is well on her way to appropriating the look of the non-Betty character Betty Co-ed (1931 / full film) — seen below to the left from the short — to become the good-time gal we all know and love. (If you watch with but a little attention, by the way, you will see asplit-second appearance of Mickey Mouse in The Bum Bandit; Mickey, in his early form, appears briefly in many a Fleischer carton, including Bimbo's Initiation.)
Prior to deciding on Bimbo's Initiation, weconsidered featuring Mysterious Mose (1930 / full short), which is definitely a strange and cool film and also features more of a still-unnamed Betty than Bimbo's Initiation. (In Mysterious Mose, as in B.I., Bimbo is still the credited star of the short; Betty herself was already a feature character in cartoons as early as, say, Dizzy Red Riding Hood (1931 / full cartoon), but she only got her own headlining series of cartoons beginning in 1932 with Stopping the Show[full short].) But the fact of the matter is, Bimbo's Initiation is not only the far more consistently weird short of all that are mentioned in this blog entry, it is also the most sadistic and fucked-up and, in a bizarre way, also features the most Betties.
It is also an early attempt to brainwash the American youth and convert them all into devil-worshipping sodomites, if we are to believe the blog The Open Scroll, which points out among other things — "Betty was a secret transvestite or a hermaphrodite, a sodomizer." The Vigilant Citizen, in turn, offers the more convincing argument that the short "is all about secret societies and the ordeals an initiate must go through to be accepted."
Encyclopedia Britannica rightfully calls Bimbo's Initiation "a prime example of the Fleischers' quirky perverseness," while the great Jim Woodring says, "[The film] is an ingenious piece of work, made by men who I now realize were well aware of its metaphysical content, as evidenced in part by the use of Offenbach's Orpheus in the Underworld in the soundtrack. Perhaps its creators were trying to amuse themselves by making a cartoon that combined madcap whimsy with philosophical depth. Or maybe they were just high." You needn't be high to enjoy the short, though...
Six minutes long, directed by Dave Fleischer, animated by Grim Natwick, produced by Max Fleischer, and with Mae Questel doing Betty' voice, Bimbo's Initiation is an early and totally surreal masterpiece of animation. Enjoy it! And keep your eyes open for the obligatory split-second appearance of Mickey Mouse.
The full story of Betty and her creation, by the way,  can be found here at Wikipedia; we here at A Wasted Life personally think that Helen Kane got shafted when she unjustly lost the case against the Fleischer studios, but not only is that another story, we also all know that justice is not blind when it comes to who has the cash.
The GIF of Bimbo running comes fromGif Movie.

Der Frosch mit der Maske (Germany/Denmark, 1959)

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(Spoilers.) When it comes to the famed German Edgar Wallace film series, this is the one that started it all: the first post-WWII, German-language film of an Edgar Wallace story. It is also the third film version of Edgar Wallace's novel The Fellowship of the Frog, one of the author's most famous novels, and was preceded by two English-language versions, Archibald B Heath's lost silent serial The Mark of the Frog (1928) and Jack Raymond's The Frog (1937).
This adaptation here, Harold Reinl's version, is the first of three Wallace movies the Danish film company Rialto Film produced and released at the turn of that decade (the other two being Der rote Kreis aka The Red Circle [1960 / German trailer] and Die Bande des Schreckens aka The Terrible People [1960 / German trailer]). One year later, in 1960, Rialto Copenhagen hired Horst Wendlandt as the production manager of the firm's subsidiary in Frankfurt and following all sorts of typical business processes, liquidations and takeovers, Wendlandt was the boss of Rialto Film in Berlin by 1962.
Over the next 13 years, Rialto went on to make the rest of the legendary 33 Rialto Wallace films, a series augmented by an untold number of imitations and homages. And though Der Frosch mit der Maske— entitled Face of the Frog for its English-language release — is still entertaining after all these years, it is hard to believe that it was ever the powerful, influential force that it was. Like a decent bottle of wine stored much too long, age has not been kind to the movie; so even if you are able to appreciate the (important and influential) position that the film enjoys, you might not enjoy the film as a whole. (On the other hand, you can also see the stylistic beginning of all that which was still to come…) 
Still, if you remember the time when the film came out, then suddenly its originality shines though: the dry humor, the camp villain, the graphic (for its day) sexuality and violence, the film noir influence in the photography and direction — though in regard to the last, director Reinl shows much better stylistic originality, creativity and control in his later Wallace films (such as Der Fälscher von London aka The Forger of London [1961 / trailer]) and homages (such as Die Weisse Spinne aka The White Spider [1963 / clip]). Here, in Der Frosch mit der Maske, the expressionistic touch is a bit more docile, the blocking a tad bit more staid, the editing a tad less dynamic. 
Though the film seems a bit long, slow and tame by contemporary standards, in its day it was rather racy and exciting, something rather different from the average product of the reserved Wirtschaftswunder years. Indeed, while there were German B-films prior to this one, Der Frosch mit der Maske must nonetheless be seen as the real kick-off of a (still unsung, under-appreciated and mostly ignored) Golden Age of B-Film in the German film industry, a decade populated by Wallace bad guys, Dr. Mabuse hi-jinks, Karl May westerns, Jerry Cotton shoot-outs, educational white coaters and clarifications films, wanna-be Bonds and Bondettes, Hong Kong slave trading, nasty horrors, violent but bloodless murders and untold other treasures of psychotronic celluloid… 
In Der Frosch mit der Maske, a master thief and his gang are terrorizing London, committing all sorts of daring robberies, never leaving a clue. Indeed, even the Frog's own henchmen do not know who he is, for his face is always hidden behind a truly ridiculous, bug-eyed frog mask. Inspector Elk (a dry Siegfried Lowitz, also to be found in three of the better Wallace films: the previously mentioned Der Fälscher von London, as well as Der Hexer aka The Mysterious Magician [1964 / German trailer] and Der Unheimliche Monch aka The Sinister Monk [1965 / German trailer]) has no clues and suspects everybody. Richard Gordon (a young Joachim Fuchsberger), the rich nephew of the chief of Scotland Yard, Sir Archibald (Ernst Fürbringer), decides to work on the case, his faithful butler James (an excellent Eddi Arent) always there at hand to help. Clues lead to the young Ella Bennet ("Eva Anthes", who retired from movies after her fourth film, the forgotten Krimi Endstation Rote Laterne [1960], to become an author and news broadcaster for one Germany's main public broadcasting stations under her real name Elfie von Kalckreuth), whose mysterious and unfriendly father John (Carl Lange, the evil doctor in the excellently campy Die Blaue Hand aka Creature with the Blue Hand [1967 / German trailer]) just might belong to the Frog's gang. Ella's brother Ray Bennet (Walter Wilz, also found in Radley Metzger's softcore Carmen, Baby [1967 / trailer]) loses his job with the stingy Ezra Maitland (Fritz Rasp, of Metropolis [1927 / film] and Diary of a Lost Girl [1929 / first 15 minutes], to name but a few of his films) and takes on a job at the Lolita Bar, the secret centre of the Frog's activities. The sexy Lolita (Eva Pflug, better known as the frigid Tamara Jagellovsk from the classic German TV series Raumschiff Orion [1966 / English trailer]), doing exactly what the boss the Frog tells her, soon has the naïve young man wrapped around her fingers. To force Ella to join him for a randy ol' time, the Frog soon has Ray framed for murder, but before Richard can supply the proof of the young man's innocence, both he and James are prisoners in a locked cellar.... 
Need we say that they escape? That Ray is saved, the Frog unmasked, and Richard and Ella get happily married? Probably not, but between all that more than a couple of red herrings die, Lolita bites the dust most savagely, there are a few big shootouts and at least two decent surprises: the real identity of the Frog and the revelation of the true career of Ella and Ray's father. 
Der Frosch mit der Maske is not a masterpiece in any way, but it is fun enough and to an extent innovative for its time. And if some of the plot developments and action seems naïve or hilarious, the movie at least moves at a quick pace and doesn't leave you looking for the fast forward button. On the whole, Der Frosch mit der Maske features a little bit of everything — both the good aspects and the bad — that the later Rialto Wallace Films were to develop and "improve" upon. It may not be the best the series has to offer, but as a beginning it does damned fine.
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The Prometheus Project (USA, 2010)

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By the time it hit the DVD store shelf, this film got re-titled to Frankenstein Syndromewe would've guessed because the mythological reference of the original title may have been considered too intellectual (and therefore less commercial) for the general public, much less the movie's intended audience, but it would seem that the big-budget mistake that is Prometheus (2012 / trailer) proves that supposition incorrect. In any event, the new title of course draws a more obvious reference to Mary Shelley's original novel Frankenstein, the inspirational source of this movie, but the original title is more on the spot — and, for that matter, still keeps a reference to the novel Frankenstein, which actually bears the subtitle The Modern Prometheus.
Prometheus, for those of you who — despite the release of Prometheus — are a bit shaky when it comes to the classical myths of yore, is the immortal Greek Titan that, in Greek mythology, not only created man from clay but also stole fire from the gods to give to man, thus facilitating the continual development of civilization and mankind. (As punishment, Zeus chained the immortal to a rock and sent an eagle each morning to eat his liver, which would then grow back overnight.) Throughout western civilization — the subtitle of Shelley's novel being a good example — the name Prometheus has come to refer to a person, particularly one of science, striving for new knowledge irrespective of the possible consequences. And in that sense, the "Prometheus Project" around which the events of this film unfold, is indeed justly named. 
For a B-grade horror film, The Prometheus Project tackles some pretty hefty questions regarding mankind's pursuit of knowledge, if only superficially. Between the scares and the occasional explosions of goo and violence, the viewer is posed a variety of questions regarding guilt and responsibility not to mention the moral limitations of the pursuit of knowledge and/or to what extent the ends justify the means. But director Sean Tretty, who also wrote the script, is less out to bludgeon his viewer with intellectual queries than to make a contemporary sci-fi horror flick that offers the option of intellectual contemplation with its visceral; thus, though the themes are forever present and continually poke their heads up throughout the movie, the film still manages to remain solidly embedded in horror instead of the didactic. 
The plot is simple: a rich but doomed-to-die man (familiar character actor Ed Lauter, who probably shot all his scenes in one day) is financing illegal stem cell research — the once titular "Prometheus Project" — in search of a panacea. The brilliant Dr. Elizabeth Barnes (scream queen Tiffany Shepis of Corpses [2004] and Dead Scared [2004]), driven by the deteriorating health of her mother (Kristina Wayborn) and corresponding costs of her treatment, joins the project. Initially ignorant of the inhumane, unscrupulous lows the project willingly accepts in the pursuit of its goal, by the time Barnes begins to question the morals and humanity of that which she is part of, she is much too deeply involved to get out — especially since the whole compound is guarded and kept under lock and key. A serum to reanimate cells that Barnes plays a key role in developing goes horribly wrong when tested on a suicide, but soon thereafter the murder of David (Scott Anthony Leet), one of the compound guards, offers the possibility of renewed testing. This time around, all goes well — at first...
In all truth, The Prometheus Project is an extremely flawed film, but for that it not only manages to capture the viewer's interest but also keeps it until the final frame. Technically, the sound is a fiasco, with voices and noises rising and falling irrespective of the events on screen — we, for one, decided to keep the remote in our hand so we could lower or raise the volume at a moment's notice, as needed (and it was needed a lot). For that, once Dr. Elizabeth Barnes reaches the complex, the film moves at a decent pace and remains interesting. Sean Tretty's camerawork and shot framing are effective; not only visually strong, they serve well to underscore and support the film's narrative progression and often add an interesting visual twist to the events unfolding. The film features a nicely maintained sense of increasing dread despite a major structural flaw in the script, and considering how two-dimensional most of the characters are the actors do a good job with what they are given.
In this regard, special praise must be given to Sean Tretty's wife and nominal lead figure of the movie, Tiffany Shepis: though terribly miscast as a brilliant stem cell scientist, she not only doesn't fall flat on her face but over the course of the movie even achieves great believability as a character, and continually shows a broad scale of credible emotions throughout the film. Going by her thespian feats in this movie, it really seems overdue that she finally be discovered by the mainstream business and be given a chance to do more than just the B and C films we love to see her in — assuming she even wants to move out of genre films. 
One last quibble is probably a matter of taste, but considering how important the religious aspect suddenly becomes at the end of the movie, it should have perhaps been given even more attention in the course of the film. Still, the final twist is oddly unnerving and closes the film well, even as it leaves so much unexplored that the film could easily have a sequel, if not possibly a mini-series. 
But for all the above pluses of The Prometheus Project, we have to admit that director Tretty shot himself in the leg when he wrote the script by framing the story in a flashback structure, which is probably the major flaw of the movie. While The Prometheus Project nevertheless does remain intriguing and also manage to build an increasing sense of dread as the tale strides towards the climactic scenes, one thing the film does not have at all is suspense. Tretty makes sure of that in the first scene with Dr. Elizabeth Barnes, when she's rolled out in a wheelchair looking like a refugee from Les yeux sans visage (1960 / French trailer): from scene one, we know that our nominal heroine is not only going to survive, but she is going to be crippled and facially disfigured — thus, everything leading up to those final events, while interesting and unsettling and dreadful, are in no way truly suspenseful or unexpected. What's odd is that there seems no real reason for Tretty to have chosen the flashback structure, as the film could just as easily been told chronologically — and thus had tenfold the tension and suspense it now possesses. 
In short: The Prometheus Project— or The Frankenstein Syndrome, as the case may be — is a structurally flawed but interesting and well-acted low budget horror film that offers its shocks with a decent amount of cerebral considerations. We enjoyed it for the minor film it is; you might, too.

Wheels / Tockovi (Republic of Yugoslavia / Serbia, 1999)

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How pleasant: a totally unknown film about which we knew nothing that turned out to be an absolute gem of a black comedy. In all truth, however, you'll probably never have a chance to see Wheels — or Tockovi, as it is entitled in its mother tongue — as it does not seem to ever have had an English-language release, not even on DVD.* 
It did, on the other hand, once have a German-language DVD release, and somehow that DVD found its way into our pile of films to watch something we were only too happy to do after getting a gander of its entertaining German trailer which, unlike the trailer above, promises an insane ten-miles-a-minute roller-coaster ride of post-modern Eastern Bloc violence. In truth, the film is more of a mile-a-minute roller-coaster ride and, for all its violence and obvious influence of the School of Tarantino, Wheels still owes a lot more to Franz Kafka and the extraordinary popular delusions and madness of crowds than to the post-modern kinetics of today's Tarantinowannabes.
Do not misunderstand our last statement above as in any way implying that Wheels is either slow or boring, for it is neither. But unlike many a film, between the violence and the absurdity of the events the film-maker— Djordje Milosavljevic, making his directorial début with a script he wrote himself — takes the time to flesh-out  the framework situation and activities of the story and characters so as to explore every aspect deeply and entertainingly. And thus, between the bullets and the falling bodies he takes the time to take a look at and reveal the secrets of each character and, in turn, reveal universal the truth that we all have something to hide. 
Made in 1999, Wheels has an almost timelessly retro look, a candy-colored version of the semi-50s Twilight Zone appearance once so prevalent in the Eastern Bloc that has mostly vanished today, with the possible exception of the backwaters of Belarus. The film tells the tale of a young man named Nemanja (Dragan Micanovic, also found somewhere in RocknRolla [2008 / trailer] and Layer Cake [2004 / trailer]) who, one dark and stormy night, drives back to his childhood home in the boondocks of the then Federal Republic of Yugoslavia to visit his father and borrow some money. After a brief and unnerving interlude with a hitchhiker, a scary run-in with the police and a flat tire he is forced by the rain and washed out roads to take refuge at an isolated, seedy hotel the titular "Wheels" where he is welcomed not by Bela Lugosi or Boris Karloff but something worse: a group of similarly stranded guests and an unfriendly innkeeper who in no short time all mistake him for a sought-after serial killer and, for reasons of their own, would prefer to deal with him themselves instead of calling in the police. Luckily, before they can finally do away with him he manages to turn the tables and get the upper hand...
Confronted by a Kafkaesque nightmare of suspicion, innocence and guilt, fate and chance, death and survival, Nemanja's situation is comparable to that of Vladimir and Estragon in Samuel Beckett's absurdist play Waiting for Godot, for he spends most of the movie waiting for the police to finally arrive — but as is the case with Godot in Beckett's play, in Wheels the authorities never arrive. Worse, even as Nemanja tries desperately to survive the night and establish his true identity and innocence, not only do the bodies begin to fall but every corpse makes both his proclaimed innocence and identity seem all the more a lie.
Wheels is a wonderfully entertaining, low budget black comedy (if not black burlesque) with excellent film design from the hotel to cars to the outfits worn and at-times variable acting and oft-trenchant visual direction that offers a dead-on and humorous reflection of the nether regions of a former Eastern Bloc where no one has clean hands and everyone has something to sell, and where those rare few who really do have neither are forced by the irrationality of the surroundings to become as guilty and dirty as the rest. (Dare we conjecture that the film is a pre-war "Excuse me" for the insane horrors into which the region was soon to sink?) 
Tuff doggy doo on your part that you'll probably never have the chance to see the film, for Wheels is truly is one of those unknown low budget gems that deserve both being discovered and greater renown.
*Of course, in this day and age of the Internet it is easy enough to find the film online (currently three different people have uploaded the full film on YouTube, for example), but you might have to watch it in its original language and without subtitles.

Alien Prey (Great Britain, 1978)

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Released in Germany as The Destructor
Though no longer active as a feature film director, beginning in 1968 with his B&W debut sexplotation flick Her Private Hell (trailer) English director Norman J. Warren was a regular regurgitator of low budget British feculence, including such instant non-classics as the Bloody New Year (1987 /trailer), Terror (1978 / trailer) and Spaced Out (1979 / trailer). Today, he is primarily remembered for his notorious and still divisive sci-fi exploiter Inseminoid aka Horror Planet (1981 / trailer), one of the more disturbing cheap-and-sleazy Alien knock-offs ever made. But for awhile, alongside the much more productive English sleazemeister Peter Walker, Warren was a modernizer of the English film scene, a purveyor of (for their day) explicit, grim and bloody modern-day horror films, most of which have aged less gracefully than the Gothic period pieces offered by Hammer at that same time.But graceless or not, Warren's films do tend to offer a certain level of psychotronic entertainment alongside their oddly pleasing English accents – and in this regard, Alien Prey is no different.
According to imdb, Alien Prey was shot over ten days and, for the most part, written as it was shot. While both trivial tidbits are conceivable, the latter seems almost obvious, for the narrative often appears oddly spontaneous and under-developed, though neither of these "flaws" is quiet as evident as the lowliness of the film's probable budget. Nevertheless, the film has occasional exploitive interjections – the death of two policeman, a totally gratuitous topless sunbathing scene, the whole slow-motion drowning scene – that make one think that the given event or scene pictured was less planned or thought-out than simply added due to the scriptwriter's sudden realization that after a certain amount of dialogue some spice was needed again.
Featuring a core cast of three – supplemented by three other faces that are on screen mere minutes before they die – Alien Prey is basically a mildly bloody science fiction version of Mark Rydell's feature-film debut, The Fox (1967), which in turn is based on a novella by D. H. Lawrence. In The Fox, as in Alien Prey, the life of a lesbian couple living in seclusion is shaken by the arrival of a good-looking stranger. But whereas the stranger in The Fox is both earthly and earthy, the oddly distant stranger in Alien Prey is an alien in search of a reliable food source for his home planet. (That aspect of the plot could well have been inspired by the far more arty Nicolas Roeg flick, The Man Who Fell to Earth [1976 / trailer], in which the alien, played by David Bowie, comes to earth in search of water for his dehydrated home planet.)
Alien Prey was made in a day and age in which it was still daring if not totally mod to have a lesbian couple, but also a day and age in which the filmmakers were still not trendsetting enough to not make at least one of the scissor sisters a murdering psycho. In this case here, we have the innocent fem Jessica (Glory Annen of Felicity [1978 / trailer]), who gets to show her pert breasts occasionally, and her controlling lover Josephine (Sally Faulkner of The Body Stealers[1969] and the unjustly under-appreciated Vampyres [1974 / trailer]), whom we learn over the course of the film is a nut-house escapee, confronted by a lightly somnambulant but not unattractive man named Anders (Barry Stokes of La corrupción de Chris Miller [1973 / scene]), who pukes whenever he eats greens, doesn't know what water is, and is quiet willing to both dress in drag and play hide-n-seek to celebrate the death of the fox supposedly responsible for killing chickens. His appearance drives Josephine to not only play with a huge switchblade – which really gave us switchblade envy, to say the least – but also to become all the more controlling, which is turn gives Jessica an itch that she thinks only Anders can scratch...
Disaster, of course, is inevitable, especially if you take into account that Anders sporadically changes into a fanged, doggie-nosed man that rips apart and eats the innards of animals and an occasional policeman. (One wonders why they didn't write in an Avon Lady or Jehovah's Witness to up the body count – but maybe they don't have them in England.)
Alien Prey is really not all that good of a film, but be that as it may it is also oddly mesmerizing. The cheapness of the production is apparent everywhere from the presentation of Anders' arrival to his final radio report, from the extremely limited location and number of actors to the cheesiness of the "gore" scenes. The acting itself cannot really be faulted, seeing that everyone is more or less a one-dimensional character, and the camerawork is functional if occasionally weak (the slow-motion drowning scene is a hilarious fiasco). The pace of the movie is positively languid, the occasional money shots – in a figurative sense, as this is not a porn movie – are far between and usually come across like an after-thought, and the ending is far less shocking than it is funny.
So why watch Alien Prey? Well, it's often rather amusing and everyone – including the aliens – all have nice English accents. And even if you are often left with the feeling that the filmmakers are trying too hard to be shockingly trendsetting – lesbianism, big phallic knife, alien in drag, the scene of kicking dead chickens and, of course, the heterosexual sex and meal scene and final ironic death – the oddities that the filmmakers throw in, as well as the low budget gleam, are strangely entertaining and endearing.
Still, considering all the film's pacing, be forewarned that despite all the engaging flaws of Alien Prey, if you watch the film too late at night it could well put you to sleep.

Short Film: Plot Device (USA, 2011)

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Here we have a relatively recent short film that was actually made to hawk the wares of the software firm Red Giant.Red Giant likes to claim that they "understand the challenges of creating a high quality film at an affordable price" and to prove their point they hired the young and (to-date) unknown filmmaker Seth Worley to make a video short utilizing their software (specifically, Red Giant's Magic Bullet Suite of video tools). Worley and Red Giant executive Aharon Rabinowitz supposedly worked hand-in-hand on the project, from the screenplay to the actual production. The end result is a short movie that is less a commercial than simply an entertaining little gem that functions very well as a stand-alone short film — and which, in this way, does more to show what one can do with Red Giant's software than a real commercial ever could have.
As Wikipediasays, "A plot device is an object or character in a story whose only purpose is to advance the plot of the story, or alternatively to overcome some difficulty in the plot. A contrived or arbitrary plot device may annoy or confuse the reader, causing a loss of the suspension of disbelief. However a well-crafted plot device, or one that emerges naturally from the setting or characters of the story, may be entirely accepted, or may even be unnoticed by the audience." In Plot Device, the plot is fantastic and requires the total suspension of belief, but it is also effectively simple, as is evident by Red Giant's own plot description of the film as found on their webpage: "A young filmmaker obtains a mysterious device that unleashes the full force of cinema on his front lawn." And as simple as the plot is, the execution is also just as effective, professional, intriguing and fun. So enjoy Plot Device and runaway brides, cops and killers, zombies, femme fatales, hipsters and aliens... 
Director Seth Byron Worley (born April 26, 1984), by the way, has been active in films since the end of the 1990s, working on the kind of projects that might be expected of a happily married Nashville, Tennessee, resident with a wife and two children who works for LifeWay Christian Resources, one of the largest providers of religious and Christian resources in the world. (LifeWay, founded in 1891 under a different name by J.M. Frost, a 43-year-old pastor, was dubbed one of the "Best Employers in Tennessee" in the May 2007 issue of the magazine Business Tennessee. According to LifeWay, "As God works through us ... we will help people and churches know Jesus Christ and seek His Kingdom by providing biblical solutions that spiritually transform people and cultures.")Plot Device proved so successful that Worley now has signed away his soul in that city of sin known as Hollywood and, as of August 2011, is represented by ICM.
And to give some other credit where credit is due, the dorky young filmmaker that is the central figure of identification in Plot Device is no less than the brother of the director, Ben Worley, who is also credited as having co-written the film's extremely appropriate music.

The Wasp Woman (USA, 1959)

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One thing you gotta say, Roger Corman always knew a good title when he saw one. So if a title as harmless as The Fly (1958 / trailer) brought in the crowds, surely something so much more monstrous like The Wasp Woman should do so, too. We're too young to know how The Wasp Woman did at the theatres when it first came out — though we do know it was at one point on a double bill with The Fly— but the title has proven itself unforgettable. Likewise, long before the film was honored with countless cheap public domain releases it was a regular on the Creature Feature shows of many a local broadcaster: we ourselves are sure we caught it as a child in both Massachusetts and Virginia, and like everything we saw back then, we loved it. Recently, we caught it again as an adult — regretfully, we must say that we were not quite as amused.
As is occasionally pointed out, the basic plot of The Wasp Woman can be seen on one level as a critique of the pressure society places upon women to remain eternally young. But on the other hand, it can also just be seen as a horror film of the science-goes-wrong kind that — rare in films before the 1980s — has a woman in the main role. Still, the horror of the events that occur do so only due to the pressure she feels as a woman and businessperson to regain her youthful appearance. Thus, the smidgeon of social critique remains present no matter how one views the film. However one chooses to interpret the film, we would still assume that it is doubtful that when Corman made the movie, he himself had any intention of anything other than making some cheap drive-in fodder. But for a film as obviously cheap as this one, Corman takes a much too dry and serious approach, if not much too lackadaisical one as well.
Though Susan Cabot (seen in a cheesecake photo left), in her last film, gives a lot and does well — far more so than most of her co-stars, in any event, with the possible exception of the sassy, hard-bitten secretary Maureen Reardon (Lynn Cartwright, seen below left, looking like a poor man's Jane Russell), who is less memorable as a character than for the oddly intriguing actress playing the relatively unimportant role — Roger Corman was obviously feeling lazy the couple of weeks he spent making this film, for his direction is unusually lethargic. Like the film as a whole, if you get down to it. Which isn't to say the film is a complete bore (it isn't, as it has both the patina of over 50 years and a lot of cheese factor to help make it passable) but the film, like this review, is a bit slow and drawn out. And then, once Cabot's character starts going all waspy, the body count remains low and the end quick.
But despite the quick end, more than the first half of The Wasp Woman is a turgid thing,and that even without the totally unnecessary opening scenes added later by Jack Hill (the director of many a later trash classic, including Coffy [1973]) when the film was sold to television: five interminable and unnecessary minutes of beekeepers during which Dr. Eric Zinthrop (Michael Mark, a forgotten character actor once seen in the background of films such as House of Frankenstein [1944] or Background to Danger [1943]) is introduced. But in regards to laughs, the opening sequence is one that beekeepers obviously find funny: the night when we watched The Wasp Woman, we happened to have two beekeepers in the crowd (urban bee keeping is rather popular in Berlin at the moment) and they laughed through most it, even if no one else did.
Based on a story by Kinta Zertuche, the screenplay to The Wasp Woman was written by Leo Gordon, the husband of the above-mentioned intriguing actress Lynn Cartwright, who also wrote the screenplay to the equally cheap Corman production of the same year, Attack of the Giant Leeches (1959), and two years later had a meaty part in one of Corman's best projects, his rare message movie entitled The Intruder (1961). This film here is less noble, however, and tells of one Janice Starlin — played by the tragic Susan Cabot, whose dwarf son Timothy Scott Roman killed her with a weight-lifting bar while she slept on 10 December 1986 (he got a three-year suspended sentence) — the founder and CEO of Starlin Cosmetics, the sales of which are drastically dropping since she stopped being the face in the adverts. The problem is, now that Starlin is at the haggard side of her 40s, her face is no longer one that can sell youth and beauty. Her managing board is of little help, fit only to tell her that the blame in the drop of sales is her fault 'cause she's getting old. (For a CEO, she is shown a remarkably low amount of respect by her employees — but then, she also seems to have a remarkably unmotivated staff.) Then Dr. Eric Zinthrop (Michael Mark) shows up and tells her that he has found a way to reverse aging through an enzyme found in wasp royal jelly; to prove his point, he turns an old guinea pig into a young rat, which for some odd reason Starlin sees as truly promising so she gives him a lab and budget to experiment further. And following a few more promising results, she demands that the next test of the product be on herself. Dr. Zinthrop, remarkable ethical for someone usually referred to as the film's mad scientist, is not hot to do so, but employer's orders are employer's orders. Needless to say, as to be expected from a 1950 science-gone-wrong horror film, the science goes wrong in a big way...
Of all the characters in the movie, Starlin and Zinthrop are the most human. True, Starlin is stiff and dislikable as her older self, but one does feel that she has been made so by the world that she moves in: a cut-throat business world in which even her own employees patronizingly treat her like a second-rate cog. As her younger self, she is convincingly lively and happy again, as if decades of weight have been taken from her shoulders — and, oddly enough, a the epitome of youth, she is both treated better and shown more respect by her staff than before. As for Dr. Zinthrop, none of his demands are strange or excessive; he is driven by science and not only sees in Starlin a trustworthy employer but is less than pleased to jump ahead to human testing so quickly. At most, he may cave in too quickly to Starlin's demands for being a human guinea pig, but one must remember that back in the days that The Wasp Woman was made, clinical testing was a bit more lais a fair and far less regulated and thorough than now (the Thalidomide scandal, for example, only broke two years later in 1961 — after the drug had already been on the open international market for five years). And once Zinthrop discovers the side effects — thanks to be what looks to be a stuffed rabid cat — he is so perturbed and out of himself that he promptly walks in front of a car, the perfect plot device to get him out of the story and give Starlin the means and reason to do some desperate, late-night testing...
Aside from Starlin and Zinthrop, however, The Wasp Woman is populated with objectionable characters of questionable motivations. The two main male characters, self-important ad man Bill Lane (Anthony Eisley of Dracula vs. Frankenstein [1971], credited as Fred Eisley) and Starlin's annoyingly dislikable head of research Arthur Cooper (William Roerick of God Told Me To [1976 / trailer]), hide their seditious actions behind the claim that Starlin has obviously fallen victim to a conman (Dr. Zinthrop), but their claims sound hollow. Indeed, it is much easier to see Arthur's interventions as being driven by his fear of possibly losing his job as head of research to Zinthrop — a view that is strengthened by his actions just before he meets his just fate: he is busy stealing the notes and serum of Dr. Zinthrop. What drives Bill Lane is open to conjecture — perhaps he is annoyed by Starlin's independence — but Mary Dennison (Barboura Morris of The Dunwich Horror [1970 / trailer]), Starlin's secretary, literally betrays her boss by stealing from and spying on her just to make Bill happy and keep his attention. By the time it is her turn to be in danger, one can't help but hope that she meets her just end, but just as there is no true justice in real life there is no justice in The Wasp Woman...
The Wasp Woman suffers dreadfully from its obvious low budget and underdeveloped script. The creature itself is good for a laugh, but little else in the film is, and the lethargic pacing is hardly mitigated by Corman's dull direction and the generally dreary and galling characters. The years have been kind to the movie, in any event, by intensifying its cheese factor, but there are many other cheesy films out there that are quicker and far more entertaining. (In fact, at least one of the two later remakes of the film is a definite improvement: Brian Thomas Jones's trashy début film, for example, the splatterfest Rejuvenatrix [1988 / final scene] is definitely a quicker, bloodier, cheesier, sleazier and much more fun ride.)
The Wasp Woman— famous title, barely passable film: best enjoyed when there are no other options left lying on the DVD shelf.
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Zu Warriors / Shu shan zheng zhuan (Hong Kong, 2001)

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Possibly driven by the unique international success of Ang Lee's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000 / trailer), famed Hong Kong director and producer Hark Tsui followed up his pyrokinetic gangster drama Time and Tide (2000 / trailer) by returning to the field of supernatural fantasy with Zu Warriors, a remake of his 1983 supernatural fantasy film Xin shu shan jian ke / Zu Warriors of the Magic Mountains (trailer). After its successful home release and along with the fabulous veiled ode to communist China Hero (2002 / trailer), Miramax picked this film up for US distribution and then sat on it for years. Unlike Hero, however, which was finally theatrically released uncut in 2004, Miramax trimmed Zu Warriors by a full 25 of its 104 minutes before sending it straight to DVD in 2005 — an ignoble treatment to what is definitely an intriguing and effective film.
Most of what landed on the cutting room floor was plot and character development (and possibly bloody effects), so the DVD version is definitely action and spectacle heavy but light on continuity and characterization. The result is a film in which a lot seems missing, but that rips you along on a visually exciting and thrilling adventure that makes virtually no sense but is still enjoyable. Zu Warriors is perhaps one of the first Hong Kong action flicks to replace all the old school special effects and matte shots and sets with state-of-the-art computer effects and animation, and as a result it does miss the enjoyable innocence and earthiness of both the original version from 1983 and other earlier masterpieces like A Chinese Ghost Story I (1987 / trailer) and II (1990 / trailer), but as obvious (and sometimes as dated) as the computer animation now is, it still packs a punch.
On a certain level Zu Warriors reminded us of our favorite Ray Harryhausen films like The 7th Voyage of Sinbad (1958 / trailer), Jason and the Argonauts (1963 / trailer), or The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (1973 / trailer), but whereas Harryhausen used stop-motion animation in his bloodless fantasy films to wow us, Hark Tsui uses the computer. In other words the same intention is there — to cast a cinematic but magical spell — but the technology has changed. And like in many of the Harryhausen films, the motivations and actions of the characters in Zu Warriors are not always 100% understandable and the plot evidences a few holes, but also like many of Harryhausen's films, the cinematic magic makes it easy to overlook and ignore such lackings. Also, cut as Zu Warriors is, for all its fight scenes it features very little physical blood (let's ignore the blood cave, which is really not that gory in any event) and thus often feels very much like a kiddy film — which is what those occidental fantasy classics of yesterday mentioned above very much were and still are.
And also like those films, Zu Warriors is a fantasy set in a time long, long, long, long ago at a place far, far, far, far away — in this case here, a magical realm between the heavens and earth above the Zu Mountains inhabited by a race of immortals (that seem to die a lot) called the Omei. As in real life, it takes but one bad seed to ruin everything, and in this case it is the evil immortal named Amnesia (sometimes seen in the form of Kelly Lin, of Sparrow [2008 / trailer]), who wants to destroy both her/his fellow immortals as well as all mortals and rule the wreckage. This threat of total annihilation is met by the brave warriors King Sky (Ekin Cheng of The Vampire Effect [2003] and Tokyo Raiders [2000]), who still suffers emotionally from the death of his master and lover Enigma (Cecilia Cheung), and White Eyebrows (Sammo Hung Kam-Bo) and his disciples, all of whom have magical weapons of which they have differing levels of mastery...
The plot of Zu Warriors, like most Asian fantasies, is typically all over the place and intricate and full of characters of varying importance, some of whom you hardly register, but the excessiveness of the scattered plot and underdeveloped characters are for a change perhaps more the work of Miramax cuts than Tsui Hark. An example of just how extreme the editing is can perhaps be best seen in the character Joy, played by the beautiful Ziyi Zhang (of House of Flying Daggers [2004 / trailer]). She plays a human, a mortal, who gets drawn into the war between the immortals and is ostensibly the narrator of the film — but her role is cut down to such a minimum of scenes that her presence is literally unnecessary. Whenever she shows up, it looks as if she is coming from somewhere or just did something important (at one point she is even obviously a leader of an army of humans) but the viewer never knows what. And what about her inferred relationship with one of the immortals, who also agitates in the background to such an extent that it almost shocks whenever he suddenly reappears and frowns? She, like many characters, remains both a cipher and underused; but worse, she also comes across as unneeded — an odd predicament for a character that is supposed to function as a narrator (which she does all of three minutes). Had Miramax cut the film a bit more, they probably could've presented a viable version totally without any mortal characters... which might have made more sense.
Be as it may, the cut version is the one generally available in the West and is the one at hand here — and for all the flaws added by Miramax and any possible flaws that were there in the original version, the film we saw had us mesmerized as much as the Harryhausen films mesmerized us as kids. The mythic battle is full of thrilling visuals and the pace is often breathtaking — the film is anything but boring. And if the motivations and actions sometimes appear strange, write it off to the fact that the characters all move on a higher plane that we can't understand, a fact mirrored in all the inane and pseudo-philosophical exchanges that are sprouted by all characters at any given time. 
But in the end, who really needs to understand more than good vs. evil when the events fly by so fast and the color and images are such a resplendent excess? On a visual level, Zu Warriors amazes and entertains the viewer to such an extent that eventually the story hardly really seems to matter any more. Evil is evil and good is good, so if nothing else you know who the good guys are, and all the cinematic eye candy dished on top only makes the film all the more killer cool. 
Final verdict: Cut to shreds but gorgeous, inane and borderline incoherent but excellently made, Zu Warriors is a highly entertaining film and still worth watching in its butchered form — but if an uncut English-language version ever comes out, we would definitely give it a gander, too.

Demonia (Italy, 1990)

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Gory nunspliotation horror — and, despite what should be a great mixture (gore + nuns + horror, with a dash of boobage in one scene), a dull and scatter-shot movie that is less scary or dreamy and surreal than simply disjointed and oddly lacklustre in direction, narrative and acting. The strongest aspect of the film is the acting of Brett Halsey (of The Cry Baby Killer [1958 / trailer], Return of the Fly [1959 / trailer], Twice-Told Tales [1963 / trailer], When Alice Broke the Looking Glass [1988 / trailer], The Black Cat [1990 / trailer] and much, much more) as Professor Paul Evans, whose main duty seems to express concern or anxiety, though in all truth his facial expressions tend to convey extreme hemorrhoidal pain more than anything else.
Demonia is the third-to-last directorial effort of Lucio Fulci, made at a time when his health was as shaky as his career. Co-written with Pietro Regnoli (the scriptwriter of Umberto Lenzi's Nightmare City [1980]) and based on a story Fulci fleshed out with Antonio Tentori (who scripted Bruno Mattei's Island of the Living Dead [2006]), the film is a return to the more gothic narratives of Fulci's better films, this time set under the sun of Sicily, Italy, where a group of archeologists go on an archeological dig and release the revengeful spirit of a demonic nun. Regrettably, much like the movie as a whole reveals a lack of budget or any true thespian talent, the script is both shoddy and episodic and thus comes across as underdeveloped and weak. And while an occasional gore scene does pop up to offer some visual excitement, the film never manages to come close to the quality of Fulci's best or even second-best films.
Not that the first scene would indicate the failure to come, as the movie opens with a well-shot opening sequence showing the crucifixion and killing of five murderous, demon-worshipping nuns. This scene, however, segues into a séance scene that is as obvious a nod to the similar scene in Fulci's film City of the Living Dead (1980) as it is relatively unnecessary, and from there the movie pretty much gets stuck in a rut of mediocrity or ill-conceived narrative decisions. Hell, even the connection between Liza Harris (a beautiful but vacuous and untalented Meg Register, who later appeared in the abysmal Boxing Helena [1993 / trailer]) and the nuns that the séance scene introduces could well have been integrated into the story much more effectively later in Sicily, as could her supposed involvement in archeology. "Supposed," we say, because throughout the film, despite the importance of the premise of archeology — they are all in Sicily, after all, on an archeological dig — we never actually see her or anyone else take part in any archeological activities after the singular stake is hammered into the ground. 
Indeed, the rest of the crew seem to drink and sing more than they do excavate, while Liza, when wandering through the ruins of a nunnery that loom above the archaeological site and confronted by an ancient fresco of a nun in white, does the archaeologically logical thing of destroying the fresco with a pick-axe. (OK, perhaps her action can be written off as a symptom of her mysterious connection with the dead demonic nuns, as her destructive fit uncovers the passageway to the entombed bodies of the crucified nuns.) From then on, even as she tries to undercover the mystery behind the nun's death, we know she is becoming possessed because she's silent and grumpy and wanders around with a (beautiful) face as expressive as a slate and covers her ears and rolls back and forth when her drunken colleagues sing crappy songs around the campfire. Scary! — about as much so as a legless kitten in heat.
In itself, the plot line is a good one and could well have made an engrossing film.Particularly the flashback scenes to the activities of the nuns are disquieting and effective, and they give a slight indication of what the film could have been had the script only been tighter, the acting better and the budget bigger. The contemporary scenes, however, are executed with a less sure hand, and as brutal and bloody as the gore sequences are, they are also often sloppy: when the butcher Turi DeSimone (Lino Salemme of Demons [1985]) gets his tongue hammered to the butcher block, for example, it looks less like he has a tongue long enough to tickle a woman's G-spot than as if he's sucking on a lamb tongue, and when John (Ettore Comi) gets pulled apart, you can literally see the bags containing the guts and gore under the shirt of the dummy being ripped in two.
And speaking of John, his death is a perfect example of the strangely incoherent editing of the film: one minute he's running through the forest searching for his son (Francesco Cusimano), and the next he's tied upside down between two trees. And, actually, up until he ran off looking for his son, it was hardly made clear that the kid was his son at all. The who and the why of most characters presented in Demonia are sorely lacking, thus most characters remain sketchy and flat and never register as a figure of identification; they are two-dimensional fodder and little more. 
And as fodder, they are chosen indiscriminately: the first to go, an archaeological colleague on a boat (Al Cliver of The Beyond [1981 / trailer] and Zombie [1979 / trailer]), has no real connection to the nuns or archaeological site, while the body count in the village — the actual descendants of those who killed the nuns — runs a low two, one of whom,  Lilla (Carla Cassola of La setta [1991 / Italo trailer] and Albert Pyun's Captain America [1990 / trailer]), is an outsider who risks local ostracism by giving Liza the information she wants. Other than the two drunkards that get spiked (effective effects) and the butcher (half-effective effects), the choice of victims seem less based on the decision of the demonic nuns than on a scriptwriter desperately wanting to finally interject another gore scene to enliven the dull events.
But even with the occasional gore highpoints, Demonia not only has somnambulant pacing but is also truly handicapped by its beautiful but untalented lead female who, by being such a walking personification of a Quaalude, thoroughly fails in engaging the viewer. One not only never really gives a flying fuck about what will happen to her, one even starts wishing something terrible finally would. Had she at least gotten naked on occasion she might have won over the male audience — going by the picture to the left from some other unknown film of hers, she's built, she's stacked, she's a brick house — but on the basis of her (blank) character alone, she wins the concern and sympathy of nary a viewer.
In short, Demonia is a meandering flick with an occasional highpoint that lacks élan of execution, is hampered by the notable lack of thespian skills of its lead, and is oddly sloppy technically. The aspects that should be plus points of the film — gore, the nun bits, a groovy dream sequence, a funny scene involving a blood-covered youth, an occasionally creepy atmosphere — do little to make it bearable or worth watching. Demonia remains an exasperating experience because it introduces so much that could be used and developed into something good, and then under-bakes everything. It is, in the end, a third-rate film worth watching only if you're a Fulci completist or, maybe, if you have nothing else around.

R.I.P.: Harry Reems – Part I

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August 27, 1947 March 19, 2013
Born Herbert Streicher, the legendary former (heterosexual) porn star of the Golden Age has gone to the porn shoot in the sky.

A biography will follow one day... but till then, follow the links to Part II (1969-1972) or Part III (1973-1974) or Part IV (1975-1979) of his career review.

Short Film: I, pet goat II (Canada, 2012)

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So, this month we've decided to jump on the bandwagon and share this wonderfully surreal and beautifully nightmarish short film from the Northern regions of the Americas.  Directed and written by Louis Lefebvre, I, pet goat II is the product of Heliofant. To simply quote their website: "Based in the beautiful Laurentian mountains just north of Montreal, Canada, Heliofant is a nascent independent computer animation studio focused on creating experimental and challenging content. Bringing together artists from the fields of dance, music, computer animation and visual arts, the company is very interested in exploring the common ground that underlies many spiritual and philosophical traditions in a lyrical form." And they do exactly that in this short here, entitled I, pet goat II, which has been rather a viral success.
Personally, we're not too concerned with trying to figure out the myriad of symbolic and cultural references that gush from every frame of this short, particularly when other people have already done it in excess (see here  and here). We take a more philistine approach and simply say screw the meaning: ain't it just a visual and aural delight? Trance-like, disturbing, funny, beautiful, nightmarish, technically excellent — the movie is simply an amazing visual treat, as is the excellent music that scores it. I, pet goat II is simply a hypnotic film; it induces a state of transfixion and  makes us wanna go outside and blow up buildings... 
Not really, but it does make us think we could use a joint. Or should join the Masons. Or sacrifice a Christian child to Satan. Our draw a picture of Mohammed. Or vote Republican, all of which are about the same....
Leave it to those evil Masons and Illuminati of Canada to brainwash us with something as visually astounding and purty as this film here. As rabid atheists, we do find the film a bit too heavy in its Christian references, but we've never let god or Jesus stand in the way of enjoying something, and you shouldn't either. 
Watch I, pet goat II now — and be amazed.

Skeleton Man (USA, 2004)

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Filmed under the title Cottonmouth Joe, this little Nu Image flick was originally made for and aired on the Sci Fi Channel, but it has since somehow found its way onto DVD. It is to date (5 April 2013) the only film directed by Johnny Martin, a well-employed stuntman who has worked in the industry for decades, occasionally even appearing as a glorified extra in films such as Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988 / trailer) or Dead & Breakfast (2004 / trailer). Martin — or at least his production company Martini Films — has also acted as producer on an indeterminate amount of low budget films ranging from science-fiction-tinged horror like Larva [2005 / trailer] to many of Cuba Gooding's straight-to-DVD thrillers like End Game (2004 / trailer) or The Hit List [2011 / trailer]. We would be hard pressed not to think that Martin has only ever directed this one film because either he or those with the financing realized in retrospect that his talents definitely lie elsewhere. 
We also have no doubts that this film was intended as a serious film, as Martin's experience with ironic comedy is virtually non-existent (he had at that time only previously produced one "real" comedy, the unknown Joe Killionaire [2004]). True, Skeleton Man's scriptwriter Frederick Bailey has a limited career in comedy — he's never written one intentionally but has appeared in some, such as Roger Corman's Gas-s-s-s (1970 / trailer) — but his extensive writing and directorial output has primarily been in the field of "serious" low-budget exploitation and trash, where he has helped foist an admirable number of unknown, sometimes awe-inspiring films such as Wheels of Fire (1985 / trailer), Demon of Paradise (1987 / trailer), Equalizer 2000 (1987 / trailer) Demonstone (1990 / scene), Raiders of the Sun (1992 / trailer) and Terminal Justice (1996 / trailer), among others. All serious stuff, in any event, definitely intended for Academy consideration... 
No, Skeleton Man was definitely not intended as a comedy, but serendipity made it one: the combination of Martin's total lack of directorial acumen, Bailey's penchant for banal and cliché-ridden plot and dialogue, a cast of slumming mildly talented actors and untalented actresses, a total lack of professional effects,* and editing that looks as if the editor was busy elsewhere while he cut the film have jelled in such a way that the final product, the film now known as Skeleton Man, is not just absolutely terrible but truly and surreally bad in that special way that makes the final product an unearthly and unique film of Ed Woodian proportions. Indeed, the DVD company that released the film in Germany even realized that and proclaimed it loudly on their DVD release, where they write in large letters "Hier lebt der Geist von Ed Wood weiter!" ("The Spirit of Ed Wood Lives On!").** And it is true: Skeleton Man literally drips the spirit of Ed Wood — much more so than it does drip blood, and it is (in theory, anyway) a violent film. 
If we followed the plot correctly — the film isn't exactly edited to make sense — the movie is a regurgitation of the core plot of Predator (1987 / Arnie sings) but with a few slight changes: in this case here, the predator hunting everyone down is the Skeleton Man (aka Cottonmouth Joe [Dominique Vandenberg, also seen somewhere in Barb Wire (1996 / trailer)]), a supernatural American Indian who, centuries ago, went postal during an Indian wedding ceremony and massacred his entire tribe. Re-awoken by some archaeologists who dig up the wedding site, he is now an unstoppable skull-headed dude wearing a big black cape — needless to say, fashions have changed a lot since the day of the loincloth. He basically just goes around killing anyone who invades his space, although he also seems to have a penchant for indiscriminately entering industrial compounds and slaughtering the workers there, too. For some odd reason he sees people in Predator-vision, so you can run but you can't hide — not that running does much good, 'cause he and his magic horse can also jump time and space.
What should be a great idea — namely, replacing most of the ugly macho men of the Predator-inspired "Delta Team" sent in to investigate with young, beautiful and totally bonkable babes — adds to the overall idiocy of the events, for not one of the gals looks their part. To our displeasure, and unlike in the better grindhouse films that Bailey once wrote (see the trailers of Wheels of Fire and Demon of Paradise), none of the babes ever take their tops off and let their true natural talents swing freely. Oh, well. (The personal physical preference of whoever chose the female cast — one assumes the director himself — is extremely evident in that all the girls have the exact same body type... although we did note that the final girl [Sarah Ann Schultz of Wolvesbayne (2009 / trailer)] is the only blonde and also has a centimeter or two more up top. Thus, in her case we can truly talk of "survival of the tittiest".) 
For all their covered physical charms and attractiveness, the gals don't seem to be capable of doing more than frown a lot and recite their lines woodenly and display all the thespian restraint of, dunno, Mantan Mooreland (of King of the Zombies [1941 / full film], Spider Baby [1968 / trailer] and The Young Nurses [1973 / trailer]). Oddly enough, when it comes to thespian abilities, neither Casper Van Dien (of The Tracker [2000]) nor Michael Rooker (of Slither [2006 / trailer] and Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer [1986 / trailer]), the ostensible name actors in the movie, prove themselves any more capable than the gals. But then, they probably — one hopes — knew what junk they were in and simply couldn't be bothered to try to do a professional job. 
Van Dien, at least, is out of the scene rather quickly: for no apparent reason he suddenly steals a truck and crashes it and dies. Seriously. It is an event that, like most of what happens in the movie, makes absolutely no sense in the context of the plot. But then, much like the progression of events in, say, Bride of the Atom (1955 / trailer / full movie) or Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959 / trailer / full film), little of the narrative or events in Skeleton Man seems to follow any sensible logic, with the film instead opting for a dreamy non-logic in which no matter how stupid or crazy anything is, everyone treats it as if it's as normal as taking a pee after drinking a 6-pack. 
The result is a film full of laughable high points, too many to list here. We ourselves, however, particularly like the scene in which Skeleton Man shoots a fisherman from behind but hits him in the chest; the fisherman, who was of course fishing from the top of a waterfall, then tumbles down through the air with all the natural stiffness of a mannequin (because the way that the "fisherman's body" twists as it falls indicates that the only thing keeping the upper and lower parts of the mannequin together is the clothing, the scene promptly brings to mind the infamous one in Dr. Butcher M.D.  [1980] in which the fallen body/mannequin loses an arm). We also found the scene in which Skeleton Man takes down a helicopter with a bow and arrow entertaining, though we also think it's time that Joss Wheadon finally admit that he cribbed the idea here for his movie The Avengers [2012 / trailer] in which, as you might remember, Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner) takes down the S.H.I.E.L.D. heli-quarters with a bow and arrow. 
This film is, for all those involved, what Billy the Kid vs. Dracula (1966 / trailer) was for John Carradine: the deepest point of their careers, no matter how "nada" their careers might be. Thus, of course, it cannot in any way be denied that Skeleton Man is a terrible film — but nevertheless, we rather enjoyed it and recommend it heartily to anyone who truly likes watching the unbelievably dreadful, the ridiculously amateurish, the downright idiotic, the jaw-droppingly craptastic.
Everyone else should avoid it like the STDs...
* Wikipedia is right on the mark when they point out that the notable special effects of the movie is that "Cottonmouth Joe's horse changes from a tan Arabian to a black Clydesdale during attack sequences." 
**They take it all a step further on the back cover by actually lining out the names of the actors involved, followed by the notation "Die Schauspieler möchten unbekannt bleiben" ("The actors want to remain unknown").

Demoniac (French, 1975)

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This Jess Franco flick, like most of the dearly departed director's films, is available under assorted names (for example, L'éventreur de Notre-Dame and/or Exorcism) and versions; Demoniac is the cut that was made for the American audience, in as much as there ever was an American audience for a Jess Franco movie. At our weekly bad film night, we ended up screening it more or less by fluke: tired of watching disappointing recent big budget crap — Prometheus (2012 / trailer), Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (2012 / trailer) and John Carter of Mars (2012 / trailer) being the last three films we had the displeasure of watching — the desire was expressed by one of the group for some good ol' low budget Eurotrash. Whereupon this flick, the only Franco film in our pile of still-unscreened trash DVDs, was popped into the player and our eyeballs were raped as selected massive groans and snorts of derision often drowned out the extremely stilted dialogue. Most of the group that evening was not exactly all that much more pleased by the film that unfolded than they were by the Hollywood crap of the weeks before.
Unlike our compatriots that evening, however, we here of A Wasted Life— although of the opinion that not only is Demoniac one of those rare films that screams to be remade but that indeed any attempt to do so would probably be an improvement — actually rather liked the film. Still, we would be hard pressed to bother watching either the longer version now easily available or the hardcore version supposedly circulating somewhere out there in the big, bad world. Sometimes, no matter what Jacqueline Susann may have said, once is enough.
Actually, seeing how un-erotic the sex scenes are, and how ugly most of the players are — some of the women are passable, but the men are uniformly repulsive, and not just due to bad 70s polyesterEuro-fashion — the concept of a hardcore version of the film is somewhat nauseating. Oddly enough, however, though the Demoniac-entitled version is said to be heavily edited, our Dutch (English-language) DVD nevertheless included a massive amount of nudity and bush as well as the oft-missing knifing scene in which the blonde and curly-haired Countess (France Nicolas) has her entrails pulled from the initially overly vaginal-shaped slit cut into her stomach.
According to imdb, Demoniac required a full four people to write, including Marius Lesoeur (as "A.L. Mariaux"), one of the owners Eurociné, the famed craptastic French production company that brought us this baby here as well as many other unique cinematic specimens like Zombie Lake (1981) and Oasis of the Zombies (1982). For that, the film looks, sounds, feels like 100% Jess Franco — which, depending on one's proclivities, can be taken as either a reason to watch the film or a reason to avoid itlike the plague.
Cheaply made, poorly acted, atrociously dubbed,occasionally almost narratively incoherent and so languidly paced that one could almost call the film lethargic, Demoniac is likewise enjoyably sleazy and often oddly mesmerizing. It is also often rather funny, though all the humor is obviously unintentional: Franco was trying hard to make a serious film, if not an art film, and while hesucceeds in snippets the overall product stands out far more as further evidence of his lackadaisical disposition and general disregard for logic or continuity — Is that at all surprising? — and total independence as a filmmaker, one who makes what he wants and is not subject to the lowly tastes and generic expectations of the masses.
More so than in many of his films, however, the voyeuristic tendencies of the director come to the forefront in Demoniac. Aside from the fact that the main character, the insane and homicidal defrocked priest Mathis Vogel (played by the director himself), spends more of his time watching others having sex or doing nasty things than he does do anything else (other than murder, perhaps), the camerawork is almost obsessive in its focused attention on the sordid sex scenes that are far less erotic in any way than oddly illicit. Often, the viewer almost ends up feeling like a peeping Tom spying on the cellulite-heavy next-door neighbor having sex with the ugly guy with the bad toupee from down the street. And like a true voyeuristic eye, the camera sometimes remains focused on the soft-core fleshy action much longer than it really should — especially seeing that the real horror of this horror film is all the un-attractive European Joe and Jane Schmoes that get naked. In this regard, the film has two highpoints: an orgy scene that is as repulsive as it is unconvincing, and an intriguingly filmed stabbing death of one woman shot from a vantage point that literally fixes the viewer's gaze on her naked posterior. (Had Franco placed the camera closer and a bit to the right, it would have been an extended brown-eye and camel-toe shot.)
The plot of Demoniac involves the homicidal actions of the previously mentioned defrocked priest within the circles of the decidedly jaded and decadent Parisian upper-crust and its hanger-ons, a circle that Franco has cast his eye upon in many a film, including his far less flesh-heavy but more infamous and surreal film Succubus (1968) in which, as is the case with Demoniac and many another Franco film, such as the jaw-dropper Vampiros Lesbos (1971 / trailer / soundtrack / full film in German), arty S&M performances are essential to the narrative. And, as is typical of many Franco films, Demoniac even opens with one such never-ending S&M performance, this time one in which a young, nude and tied-to-a-cross Anne (a young Lina Romay — easily the most attractive person in the whole movie) is tortured and smeared with dove blood by Martine (Catherine Lafferière). Such performances, under the guise of "Black Masses", are held at regular intervals throughout the film and seem to function as a form of visual Viagra for the listless and degenerate well-heeled Parisians. Unluckily, the former priest and escaped mental patient Vogel, who writes "factual" S&M stories for Venus Magazine, the publisher of which (Pierre Taylou as "Pierre de Franval") also runs the nightclub where the masses are held, takes the Black Masses as the real thing and decides to save the souls of various participants by torturing and killing them. (Being an obvious hetero, he might kill an occasional man but he never tortures one.) Along the way, he also falls in love with Anne...
Now that is indeed the perfect narrative for some prime grindhouse sleaze, or? And Franco takes full advantage of it to find continual grounds for yet another gratuitous sex scene or more casual nakedness — interspersed with an occasional scene of flagellation and/or torture and murder as behooves a film about a mad priest who obviously prefers sticking a knife into women more than sticking his weenie. When it comes to verbal exposition, Franco's acting is on par with that of almost everyone else in the film (as in — with the exception of Romay — "miserable"), but when needed he does exude a highly effective greasy depravity that fits both his character and the overall aura of the film like a silken glove. For all Vogel's protestations about saving souls and releasing the devil, there is little doubt that more than anything else he is simply getting his rocks off.
As is often the case with Franco's films, the soundtrack, by his long-time musical collaborator Daniel White and, supposedly, Andre "Jazz Guitar Bach" Benichou, swerves back and forth between totally insipid to truly inspired — but always perfect for the movie. Demoniac does sort of lose steam towards the end, less due to the narrative than the increasingly weak direction and filmic laziness. About the point when Vogel commits his last murder and the publisher runs after Vogel and out of the blue has a fur coat suddenly hanging over his arm, the film suddenly begins to seem oddly rushed. Of no help in this regard is the final, unbelievably incompetent car-chase scene that is literally a sleeping pill and a resolution, complete with a cap gun, that is incoherently staged.
Sleazy and stupid, languid and arty, sordid and inspired, Demoniac is hardly the worst of Franco's films; be what it may, it could well be one of his better ones — but as is the case with all his films, the terms "good" and "bad" are as relative as they are irrelevant. If you are one of the many who has never seen a Franco film that you have liked, it is doubtful that you will like this one. In turn, if you like the films of his that you have seen to date, you probably will like this one. And if you are a newbie, an innocent, a virgin amongst the living dead that make up the masses of this earth — well, there are worse (and better) Franco films to start with than Demoniac. Who knows, you might actually like it. We did. And it is truly sad to think that as of 2 April 2013, the great Outsider filmmaker of Europe (if not the world) will never make another film again.
But really, someone else should do a remake of this flick...

Jeepers Creepers (USA, 2001)

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Aside from the yellow press infamy that he gained with the revelation in 1995 that he had regular sexual relations with a twelve-year-old boy in 1988, Victor Salva has also gained a reputation for making effective (?), low budget genre films which tend to follow but stretch the traditional rules and plots. "Atmospheric and macabre, with no happy endings but not to be taken totally seriously" is how Salva himself describes his work, and indeed, his films are sometimes exactly so, though he might have also added a reference to his preference for rural or secluded settings. 
His first film, Clownhouse (1988 / trailer), has a few kids alone in a house fighting off crazed clowns; The Nature of the Beast (1995 / trailer) is an enjoyable version of Joe Schmoe with a secret confronted with a psycho hitchhiker; Powder (1995) tells a pretentious tale of the discovery of a strange country boy with supernatural powers who grew up locked in his Dad's basement; and Rites of Passage (1999 / trailer) is a father-sons melodrama cum thriller with a few killers thrown in for good measure. For Jeepers Creepers, Salva decided to tackle the genre of teen horror and came up with an odd, supernatural genre-crossing mixture of Duel (1971 / trailer) and The Hitcher  (1986), peppered with a small homage to the police station scene in The Terminator (1984 / trailer).
Jeepers Creepers proved to be a big success at both the box office and with a few odd critics, though this fact probably has more to say about how easily the public is satisfied than it does have anything to say about the quality of the movie. The fact is, Jeepers Creepers is far from an interesting film and is much more a road-kill of a movie, a dull mishmash, a horror gumbo soup full of bad and good ideas, none of which combine effectively; the final result is simply a generic 1½ hour "horror" movie that gets on your nerves more than it does scare or involve. 
The opening scene already lets you know that there isn't even a chance for a gratuitous nude scene, as it is quickly revealed that Darry (Justin Long of Drag Me to Hell [2009 / trailer]) and Trish (Gina Philips of Dead & Breakfast [2004] and The Sick House [2008]) are siblings on their way home to visit their Mom. The introductory dialogue has been praised by some misguided souls as being both insightful and intelligent, but in truth it is simply annoying. (Of course, one could say that since the verbal interaction between most siblings tends to be annoying, the dialogue is indeed insightful and, if not intelligent, then at least realistic.) 
In any event, while driving the rural, scenic route home — something one learned at the latest not to do since Children of the Corn (1984 / trailer) — they get run off the road by some nutcase in an old truck. Soon after they not only see the big, scary guy dump what looks to be a body wrapped in a bloody white sheet down a drain pipe but also get run off the road by the nutcase a second time. Do they go to the police? Of course not, that would be much too an intelligent thing to do. Instead, as Trish so self-referentially puts it: "You know the bit in the horror movies where someone does something really stupid, and everyone hates him for it? This is it." Not only do they go back, but under the most ridiculous and contrived actions, Darry goes sliding down the pipe into nothing less than hell-on-earth and the movie soon falls apart and we hate him and everyone else for it.
True, the secret "haven" is indeed both macabre and horrific, which should be a great way to segue the movie into the supernatural, but the idiocy leading up to the revelation takes all the effectiveness from the twist. And worse, after the sudden transition into horror, the idiocy doesn't stop. In no short time, Salva resorts to the cheapest of all ideas: the character who has no reason to be in the film other than to tell the stuff needed to keep the plot going. In this case, it's Jezelle Gay (Patricia Belcher), a local Afro-American mamma who "sees things," an ineffective one-note character given an ineffective one-note performance. The rest of the film until its rather abrupt end has everyone running from the Creeper (Jonathan Breck of Spiders [2000 / trailer]), a big guy in a rubber suit who has wings and can not only fly, but can crawl along walls like Spider-man, too.
Actually, it is rather a shame that Jeepers Creepers is such a lousy film, for the basic idea is solid: what seems to be a rural serial killer turns out to be an unstoppable beast from hell. Regrettably, Salva, who likes to both write and direct his movies, is much too sloppy a scriptwriter this time around to carry the idea through effectively. An unstoppable, flying demon that drives around in an old truck? A monster whose demonic actions are always foreboded by the 1938 tune of Jeepers Creepers? (What did it do before the song was written, we wonder — or, for that matter, before radios were invented?) And how the hell did it collect all those dead bodies if it only appears for 23 days every 23 years? OK, true: since 1938 he would have had two "harvests" — but in all those years, no other idiot ever discovered his easily accessed underground haven? (The whole idea of it appearing every 23 years is quickly forgotten anyway, for it conflicts much too much with too many aspects of the story. In fact, it is such an albatross one wonders why it was brought up in the first place.) For that matter, how can everyone act so normal at the end of the film, as if cop-killing flying demons that lay waste to police stations and kidnap college students are part of everyday life? (Where the fuck is Hard Copy and 60 Minutes— or at least Fox News and the National Enquirer?)

Jeepers Creepers— original version of the song by Louis Armstrong, not used in the film:

Hell, the problem with Jeepers Creepers is that unlike effective horror films, it features so many holes in the plot and logic that the viewer is unable to simply let go and go with the flow. Instead of being frightened or kept in suspense by what is happening, one is constantly annoyed that the script once again blatantly demands you to turn off your brain. As a result, the film never becomes even remotely scary after the scene in the demon's lair. That the movie became such a hit is truly beyond comprehension, especially since it lacks any all of the sleaze factors that make most equally illogical trash films so enjoyable. 
Oh horrors of all horrors! They made sequel in 2003 (trailer)… and Part III, entitled Jeepers Creepers 3: Cathedral, (trailer) is even on the way — with threats of Parts IV and V even hanging in the air! (Oh well, they surely can't be any worse than part one.)

Starting at 1:12— the much superior B&W Jeepers Creepers short that inspired Salva's film:

Dirty War (Spain, 1984)

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(Spoilers.) Aka Guerra sucia and Schmutziger Krieg
We pulled this DVD out of our"DVDs from Hell" pile: a (much too high) pile of cheap DVDs that we have no idea how they ever even got in our possession. Many we simply and literally found, others were given to us by people who know our penchant for crappy flicks, while some seem to have materialized from nowhere. Like this one. War films aren't exactly our thing, and the DVD's title pretty much implies that the film would be one. In any event, we pulled it out of the pile simply 'cause we were in the rare mood for anything but a horror flick, as the last couple of horror flicks we'd seen were such disappointments we wanted a genre break. And what do you know: the film was a pleasant surprise.
Which isn't to say Dirty War is any good. It's a crappy, trashy piece of shit, actually. But not only is it not a war film, but it is also a wonderfully entertaining piece of flotsam that occasionally verges on surrealism. It kept us giggling till the end. Later, when we had the chance to do a little Internet research on this unknown and little-seen movie, we were less surprised to find out that Cannon once released the film in US grindhouses than we were to discover that hiding behind the director's pseudonym "Alfredo Casado" is no one less than the great Juan Piquer Simón, the auteur of directorial incompetence who made that craptastic classic of horror, Slugs: The Movie (1988) — which was actually Simón's follow-up project to this one. Suddenly, the enjoyable unprofessionalism and scatter-shot approach found in Dirty War made total sense.
Dirty War opens with the film's manly hero Paul (Pierre Oudry of Village Girls [1975 / sex scene] and Saint-Tropez Vice [1987 / trailer]) and some broad (Lone Fleming of The Possessed [1975 / full film in Spanish], Evil Eye (1975 / soundtrack),  Return of the Evil Dead [1973 / trailer], It Happened at Nightmare Inn [1973 / full film] and Tombs of the Blind Dead [1972 / trailer]), the latter of whom we later learn is the secretary to the  big bad guy, poking their heads out from under a bed where, in the middle of a war zone, they've been having some afternoon delight. He expresses his dreams, she talks him into working for her boss, and then we cut to a few scenes of Paul as an international man of mystery blowing up some refinery — a scene that looks like the worst of any Roger Moore James Bond climactic shootout scene but reshot using paper-mâché sets — and saving Pope John Paul II from being assassinated by assassinating the assassins.
The first ten minutes of the movie, like the whole film, jumps all over the globe between Africa, Europe (Madrid, Milan and Munich) and the USA. In the US, Paul uses a European payphone and in Europe, he has an old US pushbutton phone in his chic Munich apartment (and, oddly enough, has the same green vintage-70s kitchen that we have in real life — we bought ours on eBay). The film hops around so much that it gives the impression of being shot to accommodate the given location where the actors might be at any given time, or that the events were written around the given stock footage available (like that of the Pope in his Popemobile) and the exterior shots of the given cities.
Things don't change much in this regard after Paul, tired of his violent life, wants out. As to be expected, it ain't easy to leave the organization. Paul's boss, Mr Fox (Mariano Vidal Molina of El aullido del diablo (1987 / soundtrack), The Devil's Possessed (1974 / trailer), Una libélula para cada muerto (1974 / trailer), The Corruption of Chris Miller (1973 / full film), Curse of the Devil (1973 / trailer), Scream of the Demon Lover (1970 / trailer) and El vampiro negro(1953 / first 40 minutes in Spanish), refuses to let him leave and applies pressure by having his heavies kill Paul's tasty one night stand (Alicia Príncipe of the Jess Franco films ¿Cuánto cobra un espía? [1984], Amazons in the Temple of Gold [1986] and Night of 1,000 Sexes [1984]) and, we originally think, his girlfriend Virginia (Carol Fulijames of Beaks: The Movie [1987 / fan trailer] and The Sea Serpent [1984 / Spanish trailer]). Luckily for Paul, however, the dead nude on the floor at his gal's pad is actually a visiting friend of Virginia. To save Virginia's perky breasts, Paul sends her off to NYC to stay with some Afro-American friends of his (Bob and Annie, the latter of whom is SEXY!) and then he joins Mr. Fox's next job, the robbery of uranium...
In the course of the film we get, among other fun stuff, a hilarious car chase between a VW bug and a rent-a-wreck, an exploding house that kills the Afro-American dude, and a wonderful shootout between the bad guys and a helicopter that ends up with an exploding boat. A true highpoint is without doubt the "daring" robbery of the uranium that is, for some inexplicable reason, shot at a sped-up speed and in which, just as inexplicably, all the guns sound like rayguns when shot. And then, to round the film off, we finally get to see Paul do the logical thing that he should have done at the very beginning of the film: rub Mr Fox out — an act that would have saved him a lot of trouble, not to mention the lives of friends and casual fucks, had he only done it 15 minutes into the film instead of waiting, for some unknown reason, until the end.
The events and plot of Dirty War are under-developed and badly executed, but for that the movie moves at a quick enough pace and shows a lot of delectable naked skin — the latter in almost ironic excess, as in the long stripper scene that precedes the delivery of some documents, a scene so gratuitous that it becomes laughable (Paul seems to find it funny, too, as he looks as if he's having a hard time not laughing). The death of Paul's Afro-American friend Bob, who suffers some of the worst dialogue imaginable, is also entertaining in its idiocy: Paul cold have just as easily shot the bad guy and then helped Bob escape instead of high-tailing and leaving his pal to blow up himself and the gunman. And let's not forget the car chase with its exploding rent-a-wreck and VW with automatically re-inflating tire or, for that matter, an earlier chase scene in which Paul runs back and forth to get away from the car driven by Mr. Fox's nastiest minion, Bruno (the recently departed Frank Braña [24 February 1934 – 13 February 2012] of La mansión de los Cthulhu [1992 / trailer], The Rift [1990 / trailer], Pieces [1982 / trailer], Hannah, Queen of the Vampires [1973 / trailer], The Butcher of Binbrook [1971 / trailer], The House That Screamed [1969 / trailer] andDjango Kill... If You Live, Shoot! [1967 / trailer]).
Those are but few of the many visual and narrative tidbits of dilettantism that help make Dirty War enjoyable in that special, unexplainable way that director Juan Piquer Simón was such a master of. Yep, the movie might not be exciting or thrilling or suspenseful in any way, but it is fun in its own stupid way and we recommend it heartily — though we must also admit, in all honesty, it isn't quite as superlatively ding-batty as Slugs: The Movie.
One really wonders how any of the actors involved with Dirty War could keep a straight face while the movie was being made...

Short Film: Dead Man's Lake (UK, 2012)

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Can you add a new twist to the old dead-teenager chestnut of annoying teens trespassing to camp out next to some distant lake and the terrible fate that awaits them? Ben Franklin, the co-writer and director and producer of this little live action short tries to — and succeeds.
This little bloody and nasty flick is the sixth in an on-going series of on-line horror shorts that make up the on-line anthology known as Bloody Cuts. It is being presented here as our Film of the Month for April not because it is the best of the Bloody Cuts shorts — there are others that are just as good or perhaps better — but because it is the first of the excellent horror shorts of the planned 13-episode anthology that we had the pleasure of stumbling upon.
The dry humor present in Dead Man's Lake brings to mind Tucker and Dale vs Evil(2010) but is a tad nastier and, in the end, the laughter sticks a lot more in your throat. Filmed entirely on location, Dead Man's Lake marks the directorial début of Ben Franklin, who (alongside Anthony Melton) usually fills the shoes of producer at Bloody Cuts. We here at A Wasted Life say "Well done, mate!" — but then, we would say that to all the directors of all the shorts we've watched on their website.
Based on an "original story" by Joel Morgan, the gory little tale has a small cast but plenty of violence once the time-worn situation of two horny campers and a redundant third wheel is set. And like so many of the classic slasher flicks that Dead Man's Lake casts its post-modern eye upon, the short is "Based on true events" (this time around, those that supposedly "took place in 1984, in Norfolk, England..."). 
On hand for the mayhem are Nick the Stud (James Powell of Resurrecting the Street Walker [2009 / trailer]), Grace the Babe (Caroline Haines of Black Tower Temptation [2009 / trailer]), Pete the Annoying Third Wheel (Lewis Osborne), Maya the Tragic (Sarah Jane Honeywell of The Eschatrilogy: Book of the Dead [2012 / trailer]) and, last but not least, Will the Wildman (Jon Campling of Tales of the Supernatural [2013 / trailer], The Zombie King [2013 / German trailer], Zombie Massacre [2012 / trailer] and Penetration Angst [2003 / trailer]).

R.I.P.: Harry Reems – Part II (1969-1972)

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Harry Reems
August 27, 1947 — March 19, 2013
On 19 March 2013, Herbert Streicher — better known under his later name Harry Reems — went to the great porn shoot in the sky. The following is the first instalment of a review of some of the films he was involved in from 1969 to 1972. 


Crack-Up
(1969, dir. Michael Findlay)
"She flew to the sky by the seat of her pants!" Was Harry Reems in this film? If so, then not under that name, as he didn't go by "Harry Reems" until after Deep Throat (1972). But this film, like so many New York exploitation and sexploitation films of the 60s and 70s, was produced or distributed or somehow linked to Distribpix Inc., "the leading sexploitation film house of the east coast" of the timeand on their website they claim that Harry Reems is part of the cast. Seeing how little they actually know about many of their films — they often don't even credit a director, or even credit a wrong director, to their films — they seem hardly to be the definitive source for film credits... But, hell: their posters are always so freaking groovy that we like the excuse to reproduce them here for your visual pleasure. Among other things, co-producer of this film was Jack Bravman went on to direct the sexploitation film Janie (1970), the horror film Zombie Nightmare (1987 / music) and the horror comedy Night of the Dribbler (1990 / trailer). In regard to Crack-Up, as imdb likes to say: "This film is believed lost. Please check your attic." We would tend to think this film was for the raincoat crowd... although, in truth, at this stage in the game the films were probably as much for the raincoat crowd as they were for hipsters and artists: the films should be seen in a light comparable to that given to the underground Comix that flourished at the same time. They, like the "alternative" films of the period such as this one,were pretty heavy on sex and were aimed at breaking down the barriers of the bourgeoisies...
 

I Wish I Were In Dixie
(1969, writ & dir. Tommy Goetz)
Aka Dixie. Was Harry Reems in this film? If so, then not under that name, as he didn't go by "Harry Reems" until after Deep Throat (1972). But this film, like so many New York exploitation and sexploitation films of the 60s and 70s, was produced or distributed or somehow linked to Distribpix Inc., and they claim that Harry Reems is part of the cast. Seeing how little they actually know about many of their films — they often don't even credit a director, or even credit a wrong director, to their films — they seem hardly to be the definitive source for film credits... But, hell: their posters are always so freaking groovy that we like the excuse to reproduce them here for your visual pleasure. And the dude on the red poster here to the left does look an awful lot like a moustacheless Reems.The American Film Institute Catalog of Motion Pictures Produced in the United States: Film beginnings, 1893-1910 (Vol. 2) explains the plot: "During the Civil War, Dixie (Abigail Clayton), a young and innocent Southern Belle, comes north to find her lover, who has fallen into the hands of the Yankees. Dixie can't find him, however, and takes employment in a brothel, Where one of her regular customers, Freddy, teaches her about sex." Director Tommy Goetz, who died March 20, 1997, made eight (possibly lost) sexploitation films between 1969 and 1970 with catchy titles like A Bride for Brenda (1970) and Around the World in 80 Ways (1969) and then moved on to do art direction on TV.


The Cross and the Switchblade
(1970, dir. Don Murray)
Well, everyone has to start somewhere — and where is a better place for a future porn star to begin his career than as an uncredited extra (as a gang member) in a film like The Cross and the Switchblade? The film is based on the ubiquitous thrift-store book about Paster David Wilkerson's first five years in that city of sin, NYC. The movie also features the screen debut of Erik Estrada as the teen gang member that Pastor David Wilkerson (played by Pat Boone) helps save from a wasted life. The big boss in the sky obviously decided Wilkerson had done enough good work and deserved an early retirement, for the good man died in a car crash east on US Route 175 in Texas on April 27, 2011. Director Murray was actually far more active as a character actor than director and can be found in films such as Radioactive Dreams (1985 / German trailer) and Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (1972 / trailer).
The soundtrack to the movie: 


The Art of Marriage 
(1970, dir. Sean S. Cunningham)
A white coater presented by "the Nevada Institute of Family Studies", otherwise known as Sean S. Cunningham. This time capsule is his directorial début and was made on a budget of $3,500. As Cunningham says in the book Filmmakers on the Fringe, it's the type of film in which "You know, a guy comes out in a white coat and says 'In the interests of better marital harmony we'd like to show you these sleazy people with dirty feet rolling around in bed," then you cut to the sex." A hit when released, Cunningham took half of the profits to produce his next film Together (1971), another white coater that is basically a remake of Marriage as well asthe first movie he made with Wes Craven, which in turn was followed by The Last House on the Left (1972 / trailer)... and film history was written. Across the web, The Art of Marriage is listed as featuring Harry Reems, and who knows, maybe he (or at least his member) does or did appear in it (once), but over at imdb, lor of New York City, who seems to be one of the few to have seen this film (it is not currently available on DVD), insists that Reems is not in it and says of the soft-core film he viewed: "[...] 40 years later it offers nothing at all to the porn fan, amateur film historian or mere curiosity seeker. That's because Marriage is one long cheat, bilking a sex-starved public and failing to deliver the goods." A Wasted Life presents it here primarily because we like the poster... Narrated by "Howard J. Brubaker", the trailer can be seen here at Something Weird.


Bacchanale
(1970, dir. & writ. by John Amero & Lem Amero)

Censored excerpt from Bacchanale:
Soiled Sinema says "Often regarded as the greatest film ever created by the anomalous auteur-pornographers Amero brothers, Bacchanale is most assuredly one of the most unprecedented and preeminent works in porn film history." The website goes on to explain: "As an individual that is relatively disinterested in pornography as both an 'art form' and a pathetic masturbation aid, I cannot think of a greater hardcore flick than the dreamy celluloid LSD trip Bacchanale directed by John Amero and Lem Amero. A virtual remake and cultural update of the exquisite cult flick Dementia aka Daughter of Horror (1955 / trailer / full film), Bacchanale follows the seductive spirit of a lonely blonde beauty as she meets faceless 'all-knowing' phantoms, revisits the more surly anecdotes of her licentious youth, and engages in phantasmagorical free love with a variety of anthropomorphic beings." At Rovie, Dan Pavlides explains the surreal plot as follows: "This erotic exploitation film uses a dream-fantasy sequence to stage the sex scenes. A woman fantasizes she is the top model and the corpse at a fashion-show/funeral combo. The obligatory lesbian scene involves her going to the cave of a high priestess for some hands-on healing. She also strips in a graveyard and sees the ghost of her brother who was killed in Vietnam. In an unusual move for general-release sex films, this one also contains a substantial amount of male-to-male sex." The Amero Brothers were New-York-based sexploitation filmmakers and contemporaries of the Findlays, Doris Wishman, Joe Sarno and Barry Mahon; Uta Erickson, the star of Bacchanale, was a popular Norwegian actress active in NYC sexploitation and grindhouse art films of the 60s and 70s who disappeared with the advent of hardcore. Herbert Streicher, the man who would become Harry Reems, is an uncredited extra in the film — or at least his slab o' meat is: his weenie is one of the stunt doubles active in the hardcore inserts the Amero Brothers later added to the movie. Over at Vimco, Sam Zimmerman says: "The smattering of pansexual scenes take a back seat to the narrative, following the heroine through a winding dreamscape of low-budget surreal situations. This creative tact was originally designed to provide enough of a veneer of artistic merit to keep the censorship boards at bay. With the passage of time, Bacchanale now can be seen as a piece in full dialog with the cinematic trends of the day, maybe a grimy Seventh Seal (1958 / trailer), a gutter-dwelling Satyricon [sic] (1969 / trailer) or outsiderartist Rosemary's Baby (1968 / trailer). Too kind? You be the judge. Shot in several (but not all) colors, and concerning fashion, dreams, death, discos, calliopes, spiral staircases, water, war, hell, and, of course, sex."
 
Full NSFW film with new soundtrack at Vimco:
 
Bacchanale (2006) from Sam Zimmerman on Vimeo.


Sexual Freedom in Brooklyn
(1971, dir. Don Walters as "Arlo Shiffen")
 
Not to be mistaken with The Lords of Flatbush (1975 / trailer), which was originally also entitled Sexual Freedom in Brooklyn so to imply it was a porno film and therefore not have to pay union salaries. "Arlo Shiffen" was an oft-used pseudonym in the late 60s and early 70s in the New York exploitation scene and seems to have been used by Don Walters — whose biggest above-ground credit is as assistant director for The Incredible Melting Man (1977 / trailer) and, as "Howard A. Howard", as associate producer of The Nesting / Massacre Mansion (1981 / trailer) — as well as by Ron Wertheim (The Spy Who Came [1969 / trailer]), among others. No one online seems to have ever seen this movie, but the poster is readily available. Most list this film as having been released in 1975, but logic says that were that so, Reems would've been a big enough name to get some poster credit.


Kiss This Miss
(1971, dir. Unknown)
 
Was Harry Reems in this film? If so, then not under that name, as he didn't go by "Harry Reems" until after Deep Throat (1972). But this film, like so many New York exploitation and sexploitation films of the 60s and 70s, was produced or distributed or somehow linked to Distribpix Inc., and they claim that Harry Reems — and Jamie Gillis, for that matter — is part of the cast. Seeing how little Distribpix actually know about many of their films — they often don't even credit a director, or even credit a wrong director, to their films — they seem hardly to be the definitive source for film credits... But, hell: their posters are always so freaking groovy that we like the excuse to reproduce them here for your visual pleasure. And: You may notice, a young and recognizable but facially clean-shaven Harry Reems appears on the poster at least twice. In regard to Kiss This Miss, a film so obscure that it isn't mentioned anywhere other than at Distribpix, as imdb likes to say: "This film is believed lost. Please check your attic." We would tend to think this film was also for the raincoat crowd.


Sex USA
(1971, dir. Gerard Damiano)
Contrary to what many say, this "documentary" is not simply a re-titled re-release of Damiano's previous "documentary" Changes (1970 / trailer) but is rather a film of its own, another one of countless sex films of the times that masked themselves as documentaries so as to get past the censors by having social relevance. Over at World Cinema, they explain the later video release of the movie: "This documentary-style video captures the porn scene right at its very beginnings. The format is straightforward, with a panel of 'experts' who discuss various issues related to censorship and sex. Their rather dry analysis is then illustrated by a series of searing clips depicting their ideas. And that's where this flick really takes off. The clips feature some of porn's earliest stars, from shapely Tina Russell [who wrote an autobiography once upon a time] to leggy Darby Lloyd Rains. These feverish flower children prove once and for all that there's nothing new under the sun. They do a little bit of everything with sultry smiles on their faces. Fantasy becomes reality in this eye-opening look at hippie-era hi jinx." Harry Reems is one of the working stiffs in the film (alongside Fred J. Lincoln [8 January 1938 – 17 January 2013], second unit director of Terror Night / Bloody Movie [1987 / trailer]), while the talking heads include the director himself as well as the early gay rights activist and Screw Magazine columnist Jack Nichols, and Ron Wertheim (director of The Spy Who Came [1969 / trailer]).



Sweet Savior
(1971, dir. Robert L. Roberts)
Aka The Love Thrill Murders. The plot, as given by All Movie: "This film exploits the more unpleasant features of the Sharon Tate tragedy. In an interesting bit of casting, the charismatic cult leader Moon is played by Troy Donahue in what is clearly an attempt to 'broaden' his wholesome image. In the story, a pregnant starlet has called upon the hippyish cult/family led by Moon to organize an orgy in her home. With the help of lots of drugs, they do this with gusto, rounding off their evening by brutally killing all the rich guests, whom they think to be 'pigs.' The most notable difference between the circumstances of this story and the Tate/LaBianca killings is the location; this film is set in a suburb of New York City." Reems appears, uncredited, as one of the cult members — as does Lloyd Kaufman.
 Trailer:


Dark Dreams
(1971, dir. Roger Guermantes)
Trailer:
The plot, according to Fantastic Movie Musings and Ramblings: "Two newlyweds have a flat tire while on their way to their honeymoon. They stop at a house for help, unaware that the old woman is a witch. She drugs their tea, and then...well, it is an adult film." (In regard to this film, Frank Henenlotter, the director of many a great film including Basket Case [1982] says: "And the point of all this? Virginity is dangerous. Put a stop to it now.") Perhaps the first porn film in which Herbert Streicher/Harry Reems gets screen credit — as "Tim Long", doubtlessly a play upon the physical qualities that eventually formed the basis of his career, he plays one of the leads, the (facially) clean-shaven Jack. The other half of the young couple is played by the now mostly forgotten (and dead) but once very popular porn star Tina Russell (born Linda Marie Mintzer in Williamsport, PA), seen in both screen shots above, who died at the age of 33 from "a combination of Adult Respiratory Distress Syndrome, Pancreatitis, Renal Failure and Alcoholic Liver Disease" at the Tri-City hospital in Vista, CA, on May 18, 1981. Over at imdb, lor of NYC describes the movie as "Sort of Police Academy (1984) meets Satanic Porn — not a very good idea. [...] This is sloppy filmmaking, with scenes and portions of scenes assembled randomly and even repeated (uh-oh, the stretch/loop/padding of the '80s videos is just around the corner) ad nauseum. Russell is beautiful as ever but it is impossible to buy her playing a virgin bride, as the film builds towards a Rosemary's Baby (1968) climax. False ending is poorly done and trite in the extreme." Director "Roger Guermantes" seems never to have made another film.
Azziza by John Berberian, which was used in Dark Dreams:


Vice or Versa!
(1971, dir. Michael Findlay)
Aka Vice Versa! A mid-career film from the Findleys, who made the infamous roughie with Yoko Ono, Satan's Bed (1965 / trailer), directed by Michael Findlay, who went on the make the infamous flick Snuff (1976 / trailer) and eventually lost his head on 16 May 1977, during a helicopter accident on the roof of the Pan Am Building in New York. Vice or Versa, as is said at imdb, "This film is believed lost. Please check your attic." The American Film Institute Catalog of Motion Pictures says: "No information about the precise nature of this film has been found, but press material indicates that it contains scenes of sexual intercourse, lesbianism, and troilism." Below, a trailer to another earlier film by Findlay that has nothing to do with Vice or Versa.
Trailer to Findlay's 1966 roughie Honey:


The Weirdos and the Oddballs
(1971, writ & dir. Eduardo Cemano)
Aka Zora Knows Best. Director Cemano (a pseudonym for Ed Seeman) was an associate of John Cassavettes who, according to Robert Cetti (in his book Eduardo Cemano & Birth of the NYC One-Day Wonder), had "a cultural background in Borscht Belt comedy [and] developed a reputation as a pornographer's answer to Woody Allan." The movie, financed by the legendary Doris Wishman, was supposedly shot in one day with a budget of $3,000; Reems is there as "Peter Long" to play the part of David, who seeks help with his wife for premature ejaculation. Wider Screenings says: "Cemano was fascinated by the possibilities of including explicit sexual imagery into a narrative feature — or, more specifically, introducing plot and character into an explicit sex film — and when approached [...] to make some original one-day wonders in New York to compete with the material sent over from California, Cemano eagerly directed two of the first porno feature films to emerge from New York: Millie's Homecoming aka Lady Zazu's Daughter (1971) and The Weirdos and the Oddballs aka Zora Knows Best. [...] With the zest expected of genuine screwball comedy, The Weirdos and the Oddballs is an immoral satire. Here director Cemano actually takes a complex theme — sexual liberation and sex therapy — and exposes the ambivalent morality he sees underlying it. The couples who contact the bogus sexologists (Fred J. Lincoln and Dolly Sharp) are undeniably exploited, their vulnerabilities plundered by Sharp in her nymphomaniacal desire for sexual fulfillment. But they are also liberated by this exploitation." The less intellectually inclined website SexGoreMutants says: "It's all up-close camera zooms, smelly-looking cast members, and people pulling ridiculous faces — the whole event seems to have been pulled off just for kicks. [...] Both films benefit from candid camera-style voyeurism that at times achieves levels of minor delirium. The acting equals this, ranging from the comical to the manic. While never contrived, there's no mistaking that all of this is very stylized. Cemano had a distinctive vision, pushing for something more than run-of-the-mill. The sex scenes are not too well shot in terms of explicit detail, but they do evoke humor and warmth — two things you won't find in your typical Vivid production. This is human sex — all the sucking and fucking is enjoyed by real people (not plastic), totally into each other (not themselves), while Cemano's camera simply observes the intricacies with clumsy verve." Aside from his porno work, Ed Seeman (Cemano), who now lives in Florida with his wife Amy, was a successful painter, experimentalfilm-maker, animator and glamour photographer — a regular Renaissance Man, in other words. His production company Gryphon Productions also produced a slew of TV commercials, some of which are found below.
Ed Seeman's Animated Commercials from the 1960s-80s:
ED SEEMAN'S ANIMATION CLASSICS 1960'S-80'S from ED SEEMAN on Vimeo.


The Altar of Lust
(1971, writ. & dir. Roberta Findlay)

This time around "Stan Freemont" (aka Harry Reems) plays the part of Don in this film from Roberta Findlay, the female half of the infamous Findlays; among her many films is the horror film The Oracle (1985). In an interview she gave in 1978, Ms Findlay said that this film here is the first one she made alone and without the collaboration of her (then ex-) husband Michael Findlay. One Sheet Index demurely explains the basic set-up: "Viveca Hansen [Erotica Lantern, dubbed by Findlay] is a young, beautiful German girl living in. Europe. Her mother has died and she is forced to live on her stepfather's luxurious country estate in the mountains of Austria. As the film opens we see young Viveca troubled and distraught, lying on a psychiatrist's couch. This is no ordinary psychiatrist [no, it's porn mainstay Fred J. Lincoln, who gets his weenie bit off in the original version of Last House on the Left (1972 / trailer)]. He is the darling of the young, rich society girls that frequent analysts in this country...." Over at Amazon, they use a different vocabulary to explain things: "A woman's session with a psychiatrist leads her to recall her past sexual experiences — being raped as a teen by her father, moving to swinging New York and having sex with a man in the woods, joining him in a ménage-a-trios with another gal, and realizing her lesbian desires." The trailer to The Altar of Lust can be found here at Something Weird.


A Time to Love
(1971, dir. Harold Kovner)
Aka Hard Stuff. The plot, according to the BFI: "Two university friends, meeting at a party for the first time in ten years, reminisce about their sexual experiences since their college days." One of the friends, John, is played by "Herb Stryker", aka Harry Reems. Golden Sin Palace praises the film: "Time to Love is a film with a story, of course it is not the most complex ever written [...]. The story begins with a meeting of former university students where Ned (Howard Blakey) and John, two good friends, remember their past. John is a steady man with a wife (Tina Russell) and two young children, while Ned taking advantage of the many trips he made for his journalist job collects the female conquests. These trips are illustrated with an abundance of stock footage giving an impression of movement. It is interesting to note that this movie uses almost no cum shot (there is one) and some scenes are very quick. [...] This film is a perfect example of the early Golden Age productions with an ambience more erotic than pornographic, just wait for the love scene between the couple played by Reems and Russell and you will understand. We even have a pro-ecology speech at the end (the good old socially redeeming value) and you can also recognize the theme song from Bad Girls Go to Hell (1965)."
 
Has nothing to do with Reems,
but here's the trailer to Doris Wishman's
Bad Girls Go to Hell:


All About Sex of All Nations
(1971, dir. Kemal Horulu)
All About Sex of All Nations appears to be a lost film, for like its filmmaker but unlike Kemal Horulu's other films, little can be found about it on the web. In general, people assume it to be a white coater, though its tagline might indicate more mondo approach than the average Dr. Greased Palm film: "For two years they filmed sex acts around the World. The normal, the abnormal, the forbidden, the primitive. A world of sex you have never seen." According to DVD Drive-in director Kemal Horulu "was responsible for some of the most pretentious adult films of the Golden Age, namely because he was so occupied with soap opera dramatics that not only did the sex suffer, but the films themselves simply bit off way more than they could chew. One had to hand it to Horulu, the man did try to make real films and break free from the restraints of the porno genre." All About Sex of All Nations seems to have been an exception in his oeuvre, which started off with roughies like Some Like it Violent (1968) and ended with triple-X melodramas like When She Was Bad (1985), the latter of which featured among its many penises that of Robert Kerman, the star of the classic non-porn Cannibal Holocaust (1980). While no on-line source offers a date or location of death, more than one claims that Kemal Horulu was actually the pseudonym of Karl Hansen, the credited director of the white-coater Sex Practices of Sweden (1970), among other films. Other sources claim he is retired and living in Pasadena, CA. According to imdb, Harry Reems appears in All About Sex of All Nations as "Himself", but which "himself" they do not say — he still had a year to before being christened "Harry Reems".


Eroticon
(1971, writ & dir. Richard Franklin)
 
Harry Reems shows up as "himself" in another "documentary", this time directed by Richard Franklin as "Richard Lacey" and produced by Bernard L Sackett, who plays the husband in Wishman's craptastic classic Bad Girls Go to Hell (1965). At Rovi, Clarke Fountain says: "It is difficult to tell whether the tail is wagging the dog or not in this pornographic documentary which is also a documentary about pornography and what is considered to be obscene. In addition to its sado-masochistic and other hardcore footage, which is a small proportion of the whole, this film features a number of interesting interviews. Dr. Albert Ellis discusses his ideas on puritanism and guilt. Cartoonist Tommi Ungerer is interviewed about his 'sex machine' drawings, and there are humorous interviews with Screw Magazine editor Al Goldstein, and publisher James Buckley." Over at One Sheet Index, they supply the text to two radio ads for Eroticon, the first of which goes as follows: 1. "There is no word in the English language to describe this motion picture so we made our own. Eroticon... This extraordinary film is a powerful expose on this country's sexual morality, hang-ups, beliefs, customs and strange behaviors. Eroticon... Unlike any other motion picture you will see. The people in Eroticon are as real as your right to know the truth... And then to decide for yourself. Eroticon... One step beyond experience. In Eastmancolor."


Selling It
(1972, dir. "Arlo Shiffen", aka Don Walters)
Aka Prostitution Around the World. To once again use the popular phrase at imdb: "This film is believed lost. Please check your attic." Written by "Ron Wertheim", whom we personally think could maybe also Don Walters, who in turn supposedly produced this film as "Don Walters". (Walters also made Sexual Freedom in Brooklyn [1971].) Laura Cannon, "the first porno star to appear in Playboy" and supposedly an ex-girlfriend of co-star Harry Reems, is the headlining (and only) name on the poster. One Sheet Index says: "Selling It is a completely fresh look at an old line of work — Prostitution. Told from the viewpoint of a former hooker. This film digs deep into the motivation, technique and practice of the women make a living Selling It. It's all there, the 'Johns' just begging to be taken, the fast talkers and slow payers, the goons with the very weird hang-ups ... and most of all, the girls. Watch the working girls at work. There's no cheaper way to get an intimate first hand view of a pro when she is Selling It." Under whatever name he was (or was not) credited, Reems appear in the film not as "John" but as a john.


The Abductors
(1972, writ. & dir. by Don Schain)
Harry Reems, credited as "Herb Stryker" — of no relation to Jeff Stryker, who has less body hair and is both shorter and longer — appears a cop in this, the second of Don Schain's classic exploitation trilogy from the early 1970s built around the female James-Bond-like crimefighter named Ginger. The three films — Ginger (1971 / trailer), The Abductors (1972) and Girls Are for Loving (1973) — all stared Cheri Caffaro in the title role of Ginger McAlister. Schain not only later married Caffaro (for a short time), but also featured her in his equally trashy grindhouse products A Place Called Today (1972 / scene) and Too Hot to Handle (1977 / scene). Schain now lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, and mostly produces crap for Disney. The Illustrated Journal of Cinematic Diversions says: "The Abductors: 8 out of 10: Let us face it, some bad movies age better than others. From the wonderfully horrible fashion and hair worn by the leads; to decor including shag carpets (that they actually shag on) and chintzy coconuts holding push-pins (in the bank presidents office no less); The Abductors is simply filled with seventies kitsch. The Abductors also has an attitude towards woman so politically incorrect they would burn down the theater today. [...] Like any good exploitation film, there is a ton of nubile flesh on display. [...] In addition, the girls are silicone free, with tan lines to boot [...]." Robert Firsching at Rovi offers the following plot synopsis: "Don Schain directed this second instalment in the Ginger series starring Cheri Caffaro as the blond heroine. In this episode, Ginger must rescue three cheerleaders who have been forced into white slavery. The usual sexual and violent escapades ensue. Cult-film devotees will recognize one of the cheerleaders as Jeramie Rain, then-wife of Richard Dreyfuss and star of Last House on the Left (1972)."
 Cheri Caffaro dances in The Abductors:


Deep Throat
(1972, writ. & dir. Gerard Damiano)

Love Is Strange from Deep Throat:
The film that, back when we were all of 15 years old, introduced us to one of our favorite songs, Love Is Strange. In any event, Deep Throat: the film, the legend — 61 minutes of bad puns and massive meats swallowed until the pubes tickle the inner-depths of Linda Lovelace's nostrils. Reems was originally hired as one of the film crew, but when the actor hired to play Dr Young didn't show up he sprang in as the replacement, playing the doctor that finds out that Linda Lovelace's clitoris is in her throat and not between her legs. Lovelace née Linda Susan Boreman (10 January 1949 – 22 April 2002) was rather vocal in her later years (unlike what she wrote in her first two biographies) that she had been forced to make the film by her abusive then-husband Chuck Traynor, but as bad as her acting is in the movie, one would be hard pressed to say that she comes across as either unwilling or as having a bad time. (That Traynor was a woman-beating asshole, however, cannot be doubted.)
 Title sequence (SFW):
The plot, as explained in Wikipedia: "A sexually frustrated woman (Linda Lovelace, credited as playing herself) asks her friend Helen (Dolly Sharp) for advice on how to achieve an orgasm. After a sex party provides no help, Helen recommends that Linda visit a doctor (Harry Reems). The doctor discovers that Linda's clitoris is located in her throat, and after helping her develop her oral sex skills the infatuated Linda asks him to marry her. He informs her that she can settle for a job as his therapist, performing her particular oral technique — thereafter known as 'deep throat' — on various men, until she finds the one to marry. Meanwhile, the doctor documents her exploits while repeatedly having sex with his nurse (Carol Connors). The movie ends with the line 'The End. And Deep Throat to you all'." (Want that? Go here to learn how.) Herbert Streicher only found out after the fact that he was credited as "Harry Reems", but he kept the name from that day on — even after he found God and retired from the business. Carol Connors, the nurse seen briefly in the scene below, in case you don't already know, is the mother of actress Thora Birch — pulchritude seems to run in the family. One of our favorite lines of the movie: "Do you mind if I smoke while you eat?" And we found the twist at the end pretty funny, too, but we can't remember the exact wording of how much could be cut off.
 
Edit of the scene in which her clitoris is discovered:


Forbidden Under Censorship of the King
(1972, writ & dir. Barry R. Kerr)
 
At Rovi, Clarke Fountain supplies the plot outline that everyone on the web uses: "Forbidden under the Censorship of the King is a softcore porn sex comedy which makes fun of necrophilia, among other things." Aka The Flasher, the original name is a play on a certain Latin word that never goes out of popularity: Forbidden under Censorship of the King. Little seems to be known about the film, which was described as a "spoof of pornographic movies" in Vol. 8 of the Sound Engineering Magazine (1974) and was called "a satire on abnormal sexuality" by the director himself in Billboard (12 Aug 1972). The basic plot, from what we could find out, concerns a college student who, while studying the abnormal sexual behavior of those around him, gradually becomes more and more abnormal himself. The film, according to vol. 6 of Filmmaker's Newsletter (1972), is narrated by an animated character, Spencer the Sperm, while the now supposedly popular cult soundtrack by "Pooh-Pah, a New York rock group" — released under the film's aka title, The Flasher— was produced by Michael Wright and arranged and conducted by Rupert Holmes. Prior to this film Barry R. Kerr made The Deviates, a lost "documentary" for which, according to Wikipedia, Eduardo Cemano (see The Weirdos and the Oddballs above) pulled in Harry Reems / Herb Streicher to be the stunt penis when hardcore inserts were added ("a body painting sex scene that Herb later described as his most painful sex experience since the tempera paint used began to dry and crack"). Director Barry R. Kerr seems to have disappeared after The Flasher, not to return until 2009, when — assuming it's the same "Barry R. Kerr" — he helped produce the independent romantic comedy Love Conquers Paul (trailer). Imdb credits Harry Reems as playing "Mervin Continually" in the movie, but no one else — not even half-way contemporary publications like John Willis's Screen World (1974) — does so. Still, he gets main credit on the poster above, so it is safe to assume he must be somewhere in the movie. Over at Delirious Music, which credits Reems as "the narrator" (vs. "Billy Arrington" as "the voice" in Screen World and on the LP back cover), they praise the film's music: "Pool-Pah — The Flasher an obscure sexploitation score from 1973 taken from an X-rated gonzo flick [...] set around a bearded, Jesus-looking pervert flashing people in NYC and features some tasty orgiastic sex scenes with all kinds of food involved. Weird, weird, weird … and so is its soundtrack released on the tiny Green Bottle label and performed by the unknown US band Pool-Pah with assistance from the group Ralph and their ARP synthesizer." The cast is interesting: No one less than the future ABC/NBC news correspondent Herbert Kaplow plays the student, while Marshall Anker, the plump sheriff in the original Last House on the Left (1972 / full film) appears as a flasher and the ever-present Jamie Gillis is also on hand.

 
Pool-Pah — Sour Soul:


So Sweet, So Dead
(1972, dir. Roberto Bianchi Montero)
 Credits to So Sweet, So Dead— without Reems:

SO SWEET, SO DEAD 1972von le-pere-de-colombe
We looked at So Sweet, So Dead— aka Rivelazioni di un maniaco sessuale al capo della squadra mobile, Bad Girls, Penetration and The Slasher is the Sex Maniac— in the career review of Farley Granger. Director Roberto Bianchi Montero is an unsung master of eurotrash in the midst of rediscovery whose directorial career goes back to the 40s; he even directed Boris Karloff (in the abysmal Island Monster / Il mostro dell'isola [1954]). Other credits of note, among many, include Le calde notti di Caligola aka Caligula Erotica (1977 / opening credits), the westerns Durango Is Coming, Pay or Die (1971 / trailer) and Two Faces of the Dollar (1967 / scene), numerous the mondo documentaries, including Mondo Balordo (1964 / trailer) and Africa Sexy (1963), and numerous violent giallo and crime films. So Sweet, So Dead is an exploitive and misogynistic giallo slasher with a lot of naked babes — do we want them any other way? Plot: Inspector Capuana (Granger), who is investigated a series of killings in which unfaithful wives are murdered and mutilated by an unknown man wearing (surprise!) a black fedora, gloves, and trench coat. When So Sweet, So Dead finally reached the USA during the heyday of Porno Chic, the film obviously wasn't considered sleazy enough because it was re-edited with inserted hardcore footage featuring Harry Reems and Tina Russell and released as a porno flick entitled Penetration "featuring" Farley Granger. Granger got the film pulled from the US, but supposedly the version is still available in Europe — if so, it ain't on the shelves at the local DVD store. The normally easy-to-please blogspot Ninja Dixon is not too enamored by the original cut, saying "The Slasher is the Sex Maniac isn't the most original giallo ever made. Actually the total opposite. It feels quite cheap and is packed with nudity and sleaze, and less gore and violence. The American cut, they say, had inserts of hardcore. I don't know if that's true, but it would fit the cheap style and flat cinematography. The story itself isn't bad, it's just very unimaginative. What makes it interesting is the kinda unexpected ending, who [sic] has an extra dark twist in it. Which is also the best thing with this giallo. In the end it might be only for us, the fanatics, but give it a try if you feel bored and need Farley Granger to spice up your boring evening."
Altered trailer to Bad Girls:


Cherry Blossom
(1972, writ. & dir. Jonas Middleton)
 
What a groovy poster! Possibly a lost film, the only plot description of Cherry Blossom that we could find was on one of those illegal downloading sites that do nothing but fill your computer with trojans and worms: "Cherry (Cindy West) lives with her aunt Sena and uncle George. When they separate, Sena starts to examine new ways to fulfill her sexual needs, together with Cherry." On the other hand, in 2009 Distribpix, the original distributors of Cherry Blossom and untold East Coast sexploitation, exploitation and porn classics and non-classics of the Golden Age and pre-Golden Age announced that the original soft-core version of Cherry Blossom would be released in HD with Jonas Middleton's acknowledged arty hard-core classic Through the Looking Glass (1976) — but since then, nothing seems to have happened in this regard. Harry Reems is somewhere in the film, but who knows where... "Jonas Middleton", by the way, was born "Joseph Middleton" but gained his pseudonym when an interviewer incorrectly referred to him by the name of the production company he shared back then with one Chris Jonas. Middleton, who currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, left filmmaking some time after writing his only non-porn film, the cult backwoods killer slasher starring George Kennedy, Just Before Dawn (1981). Currently he runs his own entertainment company, Mid Carolina Media, which specializes in instructional videos and video games. Under his real name Middleton has recently begun once again to dabble in no-budget films: aside from directing the direct-to-DVD Teen-Aged (2008 / trailer), a teen dramedy written by and starring his son Lane Middleton and featuring Mrs. America 2009 Maureen MacDonald as a "busty nurse", he has also co-produced the direct-to-DVD Forbidden Woods (2010 / trailer).
 Just Before Dawn (written by Jonas Middleton):

 

Meatball
(1972, writ & dir. Gerard Damiano)

Edited trailer on YouTube:
Meatball was Gerard Damiano's follow up to Deep Throat, though the direction was credited to one "D. Furred" which none of the actors, male or female, were. Harry Reams and his body fur and appendage are there again playing the character of Dr. Schmock; other participants of note include Andrea True (credited as "Singe Low"), Tina Russell (playing "Miss Carridge"), her husband Jason Russell (credited as "G.I. Kann"), and the almost forgotten porn legend Marc "10½" Stevens (credited as "Al Packer"). Other credited names include "Lotta Semen", "Les Hassel" and "Hadda Climax". The plot, to paraphrase an on-line porno site: "In this slap-happy film, a zany mad scientist accidentally discovers 'Preparation X', a formula that can make an ordinary hamburger swell to twice its normal size. But whenever a guy eats it, it also has a similar effect on his weenie! The good doctor tests his discovery and ends up with an erection that even his sexiest assistants can't get down. Not that he's going to stop them from trying! A goofy, fun-filled porn film that never takes itself too seriously..." Over in the UK, ninjaalexs says the film is "funny but not great", adding: "The film is clearly based on old sci-fi/horror movies like Frankenstein (1931 / trailer). Harry Reems gives an eccentric but quality performance. The supporting actresses also put on equally over-the-top but decent performances. The best thing about the film is the humour; like Deep Throat the film features ridiculous but funny lines. The tacky props also add to the humour. The film looks cheap compared to Damianos' other works like The Devil in Miss Jones and Deep Throat. The film also appears to take place in one location. The cinematography is good featuring nice camera-work but it is conventional and lacks creativity. [...]" In case you don't know: Reems's co-star Andrea True (July 26, 1943 – November 7, 2011) followed her successful career as a name porno star to become a disco singer, her biggest hit being the eternally popular song More, More, More.

Andrea True Connection — More, More, More (extended version):

 

Deep Sleep
(1972, dir. Alfred Sole)
 
The début film of Alfred Sole, who went on to direct three more memorable (non-porno) films — the excellent Hitchcockian horror Alice Sweet Alice (1976), aka Holy Terror, the infamous soft-core zoorastic turkey Tanya's Island (1980 / trailer) and the "horror" comedy Pandemonium (1982 / trailer) — before becoming a successful and in-demand production designer. The title of Deep Sleep, Sole freely admits, was inspired by Deep Throat, and much like Deep Throat got Harry Reems busted in Tennessee on federal charges of conspiracy to distribute obscenity across state lines, Alfred Sole eventually faced the same charges in Oklahoma and Jersey; Hollywood came to the rescue of Reems, Hugh Hefner came to that of Soles — but the film nevertheless got him excommunicated from the Catholic Church. Deep Sleep seems to be a lost film as a whole; there is a 30-minute version (in German) and a 58-minute fuckfest floating around, but the original final cut was actually around 74 minutes long. There is a great interview of Alfred Soles done by Joseph Stargensky over at Cult Movies which reveals, among other things, that Soles literally financed his almost guerilla-made film from (but not by winning) poker games and that he basically had everyone from his home town of Patterson, NJ, in the movie ("I had the mayor's wife in it. I had my mother in it. All my relatives were in it"). The movie became a comedy because: "I went to all these X-rated movies, and I got really depressed. Then I decided, [...] I was going to make the prettiest X-rated movie ever made. And the funniest. I decided it should be a comedy. So, I made it." According to word of mouth, a black comedy of questionable taste — as might be expected when a film includes sex scenes in a mortuary. The plot concerns a man, Uncle Harry Black, who can no longer get it up (Viagra wasn't around yet, after all). So first he kills his niece (Kim Pope of The Amazing Transplant [1970 / NSFW trailer]) and her lover Rick (Anthony Dema) before seeing Dr Harvey, who sends him to a maharishi and, and, and... Well, we really don't know. Does Harry Reems appear in the movie? Who knows for sure. Imdb says he's credited, but he doesn't show up in the versions circulating (for that, the omnipresent Jamie Gillis [as Gary Paris] and Marc "10½" Stevens do). Nevertheless, Sole admits that when writing the movie he "interviewed all these X-rated movie people like Harry Reems" and later, when the distributor insisted on more sex scenes, he added inserts ("You'll notice the pubic hairs change a lot. It would go from blonde to brown on all the actors"). Thus, it is possible that Reems was there, if only as a stunt pylon.
The trailer to Sole's follow-up film,
Alice Sweet Alice / Holy Terror (1976):


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R.I.P.: Ray Harryhausen

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Ray Harryhausen

June 29, 1920 – May 7, 2013
Master American stop-motion animator and highly influential film maker — a career review will follow (eventually).
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