Christmas Moviefest 2013

Every year, I have a Christmas moviefest. It's a 24-hour extravaganza of films, music videos, trailers, and other random stuff. Usually, I do a dozen films (12 days of Christmas, etc...) but due to other commitments, I only did eight. So, I'll have to make up for it next year. 16 movies...hello psychosis! Anyway, this year's line-up was:

1. Full Metal Jacket: Not my favorite Kubrick movie (that would be A Clockwork Orange) or my favorite Vietnam War movie (that would be Apocalypse Now) FMJ is still an awesome movie. From the intense first half of the film set in the Marine Corps bootcamp at Parris Island to the brutal fighting in Hue that wraps the movie up, Kubrick created an amazing look at how men are broken down and rebuilt as soldiers...and how they try to cope with the horrors of war.
2. Pitch Perfect: I thought I'd hate this movie about a college a cappella team, but this is a surprisingly funny movie. The musical numbers don't do much for me; I saw this because a friend of mine who loves Glee insisted...and Glee is one step below having fire ants inserted into my rectum. However, the cast does a nice job with stock characters and the writer (Kay Cannon) has a pretty good - and more than a little deranged - sense of humor.
3. Byzantium: Great vampire movie. You can see my review of it here.
4. Wild at Heart: David Lynch's version of The Wizard of Oz is a favorite of mine. Intense, over-the-top, operatic performances by Nicolas Cage and Laura Dern, random Lynchian weirdness...just wonderful. Not everything works - some of the odd images and character ticks don't seem to mean anything - but these are minor problems.
5. Snatch: Style over substance? Sure! And Snatch has lots of style. It also has a witty script, great acting, inventive camerawork, and a great soundtrack. IF you haven't seen it, do yourself a favor; stop reading this and go watch the movie.
6. Elysium: It looks great. Other than that...you know, I'm going to do a longer review in a little bit. The design work and the effects are very cool. The rest leaves a lot to be desired.
7. Zombieland: Bill Fucking Murray. And zombies. And Emma Stone, epic-hottie. And zombies. And Woodie Harrelson as the baddest-assed undead stomper since Ash. And zombies. A great, funny movie.
8. L.A. Confidential: The plot is a little confusing the first time around. However, the cast is stellar, the film has real sun-drenched, cotton-candy noir look (if that makes sense), that works to draw you in to Fifties LA. An amazing film that deserves every accolade it has gotten.

Interspersed with these were such delights as a 1960s Pathe film about the "new" Playboy Club in London, the Muppets version of Bohemian Rhapsody, a couple of burlesque videos from the Fifties and a really sweet video about the effects of LSD...which involve talking got dogs.

Movie Review - Byzantium (2012)

I saw Byzantium as part of my Christmas movie marathon. And no, the movie has nothing to do with Christmas; neither does my movie festival. I just have some time off, so I get to watch a lot of movies.

Anyway, Byzantium is a vampire movie, although it is more of character study than a horror film.

Synopsis (spoilers): Clara (Gemma Arterton) and Eleanor (Saoirse Ronan) are mother and daughter...and both are vampires. Clara was turned into a vampire in her twenties, Clara when she was 16. This happened over 200 years ago, when each went to a remote island and entered a stone building where they encountered a doppelganger...and emerged a blood drinking immortal. The two have spent the intervening year living below the radar. Clara uses her beauty in a variety of sex-trade professions while Eleanor mopes around. They have to "obey" some of the expected "rules" of vampires (need blood to survive, can't enter a home without permission) but not others (sunlight doesn't bother them). They are being pursued by a shadowy group of male vampires, the Brotherhood, for reason that are not exactly clear. In a seedy seaside resort town, Clara set up a brothel while Eleanor finds a sickly young man (Caleb Landry Jones) to tell her story to.

Gemma Arterton makes being undead look pretty darn hot.

Byzantium is mostly a good movie. The story is well told and interesting. Director Neil Jordan is more restrained than in his previous excursion into the world of the undead, 1994's Interview with the Vampire but this more subdued visual style fits the less melodramatic story. The acting is almost uniformly good. However, there are three things that detract from the film. First and foremost is the character of Frank, played by Caleb Landry Jones. Frank is simpering and annoying and Jones decides to express this by always seeming on the verge of tears. There is nothing appealing about him; certainly, nothing that would attract a 200-year-old vampire. The character needed to be more forceful and played by an actor with range, not one, whimpering, note. Second, Eleanor's character is oddly written. Although she is centuries old, she is played as if she is still 16. It may represent how Clara has tried to keep her sheltered; but it plays more like an attempt to appeal to a teenage girl crowd. This is not an acting issue; Ronan is very effective. This purely an issue of how a character is written. Finally, and less important, the overall motivations and purpose of the Brotherhood are not at all clear. Some mysteries in the film - like exactly how the vampire making building works - are fine; we know what it does and that's enough. But, the motivation of the Brotherhood is important, since they are the antagonists who keep Clara on the run. Why they banded together and what their ultimate purpose is would help to give more depth to the reason they have been pursuing Clara and Eleanor.

With those caveats, the movie is worth checking out. It is an interesting look at how a pair of immortals would try to survive while keeping their true nature secret.

Short Review - Lovelace (2013)

The best word to describe this biopic starring Amanda Seyfried as porn icon Linda Lovelace: disjointed. It is not a bad film. It is competently shot and well acted with Seyfried turning in a particularly good preform. However, the film does not deliver a coherent story. While individual scenes are interesting, even gripping (in particular the scene where Linda asks her mom (an almost unrecognizable Sharon Stone) for marital advice - and refuge from her abusive husband, Chuck Traynor (Peter Sarsgaard) - and is told to "obey" him, not realizing that Linda interprets this as "do porn for him"), they all feel like scenes not a flowing story. This is not helped by the decision to jump back and forth in the timeline. It is not always clear when a scene is taking place. While I was never lost, these transition are not well handled and, in general, do not add anything to the movie.

In the end, the story that is told doesn't amount to much - sheltered girl gets involved with abusive man who exploits her - even though all the parts needed to make a compelling movie are there. It's worth checking out for the performances and for those parts of the movie that do work and are engaging. However, don't expect to come away knowing much about the life of Linda Lovelace or the making of the film that immortalized her in pop culture, Deep Throat.

The Top Five Chicks Of Exploitation

Exploitation movies often revolve around women. Sometimes, they are the protagonists. Movies like Cleopatra Jones and TNT Jackson revolve around strong, butt-kicking women. In other films, they are the victims, the woman in distress. Marilyn Burns being chased by Leatherface in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is "tough" only in the sense that she is able to take a lot of punishment and keep screaming. While the scream queens have their own charms (and healthy lungs), I've always been partial to the women who could chew up and spit out their foes...and look hot doing it. Here are my top five women of exploitation.

1. Pam Grier: The number one slot was the easiest to fill. Pam Grier combined amazing looks with a powerful on-screen charisma, no matter what the role. Her characters are almost always tough and independent, traits that Ms. Grier seemed to naturally embody. While she has had memorable performances since the Seventies, including her roles in Jackie Brown (1997) and Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983), she made her greatest impact starting with The Big Doll House (1971) and ending with Friday Foster (1975). Whether playing a tough jail bird (The Big Doll House, The Big Bird Cage), a woman in search of vengeance (Coffy, Foxy Brown) or a gladiatrix in ancient Rome (Arena), Pam is a welcome sight in any movie.
2. Claudia Jennings: Coming to the world's attention in the pages of Playboy, Jennings was in a handful of movies, but made a lasting impression. Beyond her obvious beauty, she was a pretty good actress. She was believable as an action star and had good comic timing. She was particularly good in The Great Texas Dynamite probably her best role (although I also have a soft spot for her post-apocalyptic sword wielding babe in Deathsport...plus, you get to see David Carradine in a loin-cloth...so appealing...). Unfortunately, just as she was getting starring roles, Jennings was involved in a fatal car crash, dying at age 29 in 1979.
3. Caroline Munro: This brunette bird from Britain made a splash in the Seventies. After appearing in bit parts in a few films, as well as serving as the corpse of Mrs. Phibes in The Abominable Dr. Phibes and Dr. Phibes Rises Again, she made a break-through at Hammer Films. While at Hammer, she had a supporting role in Dracula AD 1972 and co-starred in the underrated Captain Kronos, Vampire Hunter. With her sultry good looks and enthusiastic performances, she was great playing a scantily clad slave-girl in The Golden Voyage of Sinbad and a scantily clad native of Pellucidar in At the Earth's Core. With her stunning figure, it is no surprise that "scantily clad" figures in the description of most of her cinema wardrobe. As the Seventies ended and her career was winding down, she had her best role - and one that proved she had talent to go with her looks - 1980's Maniac.
4. Susan George: While she only starred in a few exploitation films, Susan George was great in all of them. She always conveyed a sexuality that was barely contained...or, often, not contained at all. The groovy, if slightly warped Mary from Dirty Mary Crazy Larry...the horny Southern belle in Mandigo...the flirtatious wife of Dustin Hoffman in Straw Dogs...whatever role she had, George oozed sex. While not a stunning beauty, she had a sunny attractiveness. Her big eyes and cute smile (if not quite so cute teeth; hey, she's British) helped her portray characters who would be fun to hang out with...and possibly get involved in a high-speed chase with. She also is a good actor, particularly adapting to the character contortions Peckinpah put her through in Straw Dogs. And, she always seemed to be having fun with her roles, something that makes for appealing characters and an enjoyable viewing experience.
5. Dyanne Thorne: Although really only known for four movies - the Ilsa pictures - Thorne is an icon of exploitation. Even people who have never - and would never - see Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS would recognize Thorne's voluptuous figure in her SS uniform...with the top mostly unbuttoned, of course. While not much of an actress, she did have something that a good exploitation queen needs: screen presence. Thorne made her heartless, ice cold, sex kitten characters seem both dangerous and desirable. Although her film career never progressed beyond the sex and violence trade, she did make a lasting impression.

Now, if only there had been a women in prison film starring all of five of them...with extensive shower scenes. for the drams, of course...it's always about the drama.

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes Trailer is out...

...and it looks pretty awesome. I liked Rise of the Planet of the Apes, which surprised me, since I thought it would be as much of a disaster as Burton's 2001 remake. It turned out to be a fun, inventive and entertaining reboot of the series. We'll see if the sequel is as good as Rise; based on the trailer I'm feeling pretty optimistic. Check it out below.

Exploitation December - The Black Gestapo (1975)

The Blaxploitation sub-genre of film flourished for such a short period of time, starting in 1971 with Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song and petering out as the decade ended. The term itself was coined by the NAACP, to criticize movies that the organization saw as pandering to racial stereotypes; later the term was incorporated in film discourse in a less pejorative sense. While the films generally do indulge in stereotypes, this has much to do with their reflection of the cutlure of the time and the need to speak to audiences in terms that they would find popular, identifiable and willing to pay for. While most were crime thrillers (including films like the Shaft trilogy, Across 110th Street and Pam Grier's revenge films; e.g., Foxy Brown and Coffy) there were also horror movies (Blacula, Sugar Hill) Kung Fu movies (Black Belt Jone), historical trash-dramas (Mandingo) and even an animated film, Ralph Bakshi's Coonskin. They were known for having black protagonists, largely black casts, and usually a gritty, urban setting. They also often had black creative teams, something that was groundbreaking in the American film industry. As the Seventies ended, many of these ingredients were incorporated into more "mainstream" films like New Jack City (1991) and Blood and Bone (2009) eventually spawning homages, like Tarantino's Jackie Brown (1997) and the hilarious parody, Black Dynamite (2009)

Not exactly subtle, is it?

Black Gestapo fits into an interesting spot in the genre. It has an overt political message told within the structure of a crime drama. While hampered by a low budget and a cast that is more enthusiastic than professional, the movie is watchable and worth seeking out.

The film takes place in Los Angeles. White mobsters are preying on the black community. A group of khaki clad, red beret wearing black activists organizes the People's Army (led by General Ahmed (Rod Perry)) to push white criminals out of their community. Ahmed advocates a peaceful, community building approach. His second-in-command, Colonel Kojah (Charles Robinson), wants to take more direct action to combat crime and secure power. He forms his own group of thugs within the People's Army, turning them into little more than another gang. They succeed in pushing out the white criminals, but then take over the drugs, prostitution and protection rackets. General Ahmed and Colonel Kojah eventually come to blows, with Ahmed trying to maintain the People's Army as a peaceful agent of change and Kojah preaching race war to his fanatical followers. In a finale that wold not be out of place in an episode of The A-Team of Macgyver, Ahmed infiltrates and decimates Kojah's men with the help of a bag of guns and gadgets. The End.

The Black Gestapo is pretty entertaining. The white mobsters are so evil - a collection of violent, racist thugs - that when they get their comeuppance (including a castration for a rapist) it is satisfying for the audience. The action is pretty well done with decent fight choreography and camerawork. The cast overplays their roles and the characters are little more than caricatures and archetypes. Usually, this is okay in an exploitation film; however, it does detract from the more serious themes of the story, which is really what sets The Black Gestapo apart from it's peers. Yes, there are a lot of boobs (including one of my favorite babes from the Seventies, Uschi Digard) and blood; but there is also an attempt to tell a story with some depth.

I'll take any opportunity to post an image of Uschi Digard.

The story examines the old adage that "power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely." Both Ahmed and Kojah initially have a similar goal; the protection of black community. However, the paths they take are very different. Kojah, raises an army of loyal followers (who have assemblies where he gives rambling speeches while sounds from a Nazi rally play on the soundtrack; this is a message movie, not a subtle message movie) who are successful in pushing the white mob out. They speak the language of violence fluently, something that Ahmed, with his drug rehab clinics and food banks, does not embrace until the end and then only because Kojah tries to have him killed. Kojah quickly grows accustomed to power and wants more. Within a scene or two of forming his first "security squad" he's ready to take over the protection racket in the black community. His ultimate turn to decadence is shown when Ahmed visits his compound (you can tell it's a compound because it has a tennis court and armed guards, hallmarks of compounds everywhere). Kojah is indulging himself with booze and women...including white women. Yep, Kojah has turned his back on black womanhood. Ahmed, meanwhile, is still running his community outreach programs (although all we see is a single free clinic). His girlfriend is a black nurse and he is not interested in traditional power, wanting to create a self-sustaining community, in which drugs, prostitution and criminals - black and white - won't be tolerated. However, he has his own problems. Ahmed makes the point that the People's Army depends on "white money" to function (a grant of some sort). Later, it becomes clear that Kojah has been funneling at least some of the money from the protection racket to the more peaceful aspects of the People's Army. And, in the end, Ahmed has to turn to violence to neutralize the threat of Kojah.

The other overarching theme is an examination of two strategies (violent confrontation and community building) being advocated in the black community (and, really, in all minority communities) when faced with a majority (in this case, white) community that, at best, ignore them (when someone brings up the idea of going to the police about crime, this is scoffed at since the police "ignore" their duty to the black community) and, at worst, exploit and oppress them. Interestingly, neither strategy is found to be satisfactory. The violent approach followed by Kojah leads to corruption and delusion (he gives a speech about raising an army and attacking White American for "vengeance"). The more peaceful approach advocated by Ahmed fails to address both the challenge from Kojah and the violence of the white gangsters/majority community. He can't even get funding for his projects without either turning to "white money" or Kojah. It's a pretty bleak, cynical look at race relations and efforts by the black community to address the imbalance of power vis-a-vis white American society.

Black. Nazis. Riiiiight...

Even though the film tries to tell a story with some depth, there are problems. In addition to the acting, the film has a cheap, murky look to it. Night scenes are poorly lit, to the point that it is often difficult to follow what is happening. Much of the film is presented in master shots, although there are a few attempts to create dynamic images. The Nazi symbolism is heavy handed and out of place. The over dubbing of "Sieg Heil" on the soundtrack during Kojah's rallies, an early fade from a speech being given by Ahmed (in which he says "Martin Luther King had a dream....and it was blasted into eternity with him!") to newsreel footage of marching Nazis and a grinning Hitler and the decision by Kojah to clad his troops in black uniforms, complete with SS hats for the officers are all ham-fisted and unnecessary. The adoption of Nazi regalia, is the most out-of-place thing in the movie. Kojah never expresses any admiration for Hitler and it is strange that a black militant would use the uniform of one of the most racist groups in the 20th Century. Finally, a lot of time - too much - is spent with the white mobsters. They are all repellent - which is okay, since they are the villains - but also, the scenes with them are repetitious and not very interesting. A few scenes to establish who they are and how they operate is really all that is needed. More screen time for the main protagonist (Ahmed) and antagonist (Kojah) to develop their characters would have been welcome.

The Black Gestapo is worth seeking out. Even with the numerous problems cited, it does have a decent pace, a good amount of exploitation elements (boobs and blood) and tries to tell a story with some depth and thematic complexity. Oh, and Uschi's boobs...it has Uschi's boobs...

Tom Laughlin Has Passed On

Tom Laughlin has died at age 82. I remember the first time I saw him in Billy Jack and thinking "this isn't very good...but it is really earnest." I think that is the thing that stands out about Laughlin's films. He saw them as vehicles for his politics, but also made them entertaining, more or less. Although he faded from the movie scene after the Seventies, his Billy Jack movies - Born Losers (a biker flick that introduces the character and my favorite of the series), Billy Jack, The Trial of Billy Jack and Billy Jack Goes to Washington - are an interesting footnote in movie history, a quirky action/activist series. Check out the first two, at least.

Trailer For Edge Of Tomorrow Is Very Explodey

The new Tom Cruise sci-fi/action film Edge of Tomorrow looks good. Okay, the trailer looks good; who knows how the movie will turn out. I remember getting psyched after seeing the trailer for Avatar and I hated that movie. Still, I like the look and the main battle scene looks stunning. Check it out.

Marvel: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Just Cancel It.

Caught and episode of SHIELD last night. Take bland, stereotypical characters, add dull talk and boring action, stir in a screenplay that was, apparently, written by a 10-year-old and you have...MAOS. This is so bad, I think Marvel needs to pull the plug before it taints their movie franchise.

After 10 episodes, none of the characters have any personality or arc; they have a mishmash of action movie and Whedonesque tics and traits, but that's it. The actors, are generic, going through the motions, without bringing any depth to to roles. To be fair, they are given little to work with.

Which is the main problem with the series; the writing is terrible. The scripts are jammed full of cliches. In this episode we have the character saying something insulting about another character, then saying "he's right behind me, isn't he?" How original! This kind of laziness is endemic in the series.

Ultimately, the show is just too dull and unoriginal to watch. This is the first failure in the Marvel shared universe; let's hope subsequent films and the Marvel/Netflix partnership learns from this miss-step. Marvel can work on the small screen; but only if the creative teams involved don't turn out dull, cliche-ridden stories.

New Godzilla Trailer Is Out

I'm a huge Godzilla fan. From his original 1954 Tokyo stomp-fest to 2004's Godzilla: Final Wars the films from Toho have never failed to entertain. The 1998 Roland Emmerich fiasco, of course, showed how not to try and port the character to US audiences. Next year, we will get Gareth Edwards take. His feature debut, Monsters, was pretty good and is one of my favorite low-budget monster movies. If the trailers are any indication, the new Godzilla should be pretty good. The latest one is out and, while light on Godzilla, it does look good. Hopefully, Edwards and company will avoid the mistakes Emmerich made and give us a tense and awe-inspiring film.

Exploitation December - I Drink Your Blood (1970)

I read about this movie - often mentioned with its long-time double feature I Eat Your Flesh (1964) - for years before seeing it. It sounded bad-ass: cannibal hippies; rabid construction workers; Lynn Lowry (both cute and odd looking...my favorite combination). Some of the photos promised sweet ass gore; decapitated heads, hacked off hands, lots of heavily armed people foaming at the mouth. It appeared to be great; but, could any movie live up to the image the theater in my brain had been playing for years?

When I finally saw I Drink Your Blood a few years ago, I had my answer. Yep, it was as great as I thought it would be. Great, of course, in the sense that it is a fun, bloody romp. Throw in some nudity and a lot of bizarrely humorous touches and you have the recipe for an awesome viewing experience.

I Drink Your Blood follows the wacky exploits of Horace Bones (Bhaskar Roy Chowdhury, who gives a fun, energetic performance) and his merry band of acid-head Satanists. The film starts with Horace leading a Satanic ritual in the middle of the woods. This involves nudity (Ms. Lowry has a pretty nice butt), chicken sacrifices, dropping acid ("Satan was an acid head," proclaims Horace) and, when the group notices a local girl that had tagged along with a cult member Andy (Tyde Kierney), sexual assault. Everything that goes into making a great party, right?

Lynn Lowry; looks good even after chopping off someone's hand. Hey, she still has both of her hands.

The gang winds up in Valley Mills, a mostly abandoned town, on the verge of being flooded when a local dam is completed. It is also the home of Sylvia (Iris Brooks), the young woman who was attacked, and her family. We are introduced to family friend Mildred (Elizabeth Marner-Brooks) runs the local bakery, which specializes in meat pies, the only food in town, apparently. This becomes important as the film progresses. The cultists take up residence in a run-down, abandoned hotel, have a rat hunt, drop acid and torture one of their compatriots for fun. When Sylvia's grandfather, Doc Banner (Richard Bowler and I will refrain from making Hulk jokes; just too easy) confronts the group, he is fed acid and brutalized. Sylvia's brother Pete, shoots a handy rabid dog and decides to get some pay-back by serving the cultists meat pies injected with infected blood.

The group goes nuts, the disease spreads to the construction workers and mayhem ensues. Who lives? Who dies? Watch it and find out. I will say that the body count is high and includes people you might not think would die.

Kids, this is not the way to get a head in life.

The acting ranges from bad but energetic (Bashkar) to bad but...well, bad. Everyone either chews the scenery or seems to be reading off of cue cards. The cinematography is serviceable. You always know what is going on, night scenes are well lit, and there are a few inventive camera shots. The effects are pretty good, although the more ambitious effects (e.g., a decapitated head) betray the low budget nature of the film.

There are some scenes that stretch the bounds of credulity, even in a movie about rabid hippy Satanists. For example, in one scene, Sylvia and Andy go for roll in the hey (literally and figuratively). This is only a day or two after Sylvia has been raped by Andy's friends (we don't know if he participated, but it is pretty clear he knew what was going on). Why would any writer think this is a good thing to do with a character? And the literal interpretation of rabies leading to hydrophobia results in a great scene with Mildred holding off a pack of rabid construction workers with a garden house!

Actually, most of the movie is pretty funny. Rabid construction workers wear hard hats (safety first). A snake farm owner (who has a "Boah Konstrictor") is killed by a piggy back ride and neck massage. Lynn Lowry's lack of manners is explained with this line: "She don't know better, she's a mute." Little Peter is diabolical, but practices safe field medicine, snapping on latex gloves and using a cap on his syringe when he draws the rabid dog's blood. It goes on like this. The film has a sense of humor about it that helps offset some of the distasteful moments.

So, is I Drink Your Blood worth seeing? Yes it is. This is film s goofy and gory. See it with friends and beer; you will not be disappointed.

Unnecessary Remake - Red Dawn

The original Red Dawn is a fun movie. It is a product of it's time with a sinister coalition of Russians, Mexicans, Nicaraguans, Cubans, etc conquering a third of the US while Europe sits by and watches (except for England; hat-tip to our English brothers and sisters). Set in Calumet, Colorado, the original film followed the exploits of a group of resistance fighters, mostly teenagers. It ends with most of the protagonists dead and an epilogue set an unspecified number of years later that makes it clear that America eventually won World War Three. It has decent acting, some great action sequences, a lot of more-or-less accurate Soviet gear and a bitter-sweet ending.

The remake involves North Korea invading America using some poorly explained EMP device to cripple the US military. Oh, and Russia just "occupies" the East Coast. How? Obviously, all Russian mail-order brides are really spetsnaz operators. Anyway, a motley group of 30-year-olds playing teenagers run to the mountains around Spokane and start making life difficult for the invaders.

The remake is not just bad; it is unnecessary. A good remake should bring something new and interesting to the original story. Remakes, reimanginings and reboots are not inherently bad; but they have to have their own voice, something unique about the way they tell the story. It helps if that voice is as good or better than the original film's. The Red Dawn remake fails in both counts. The story it tells is inferior to the original's and the the way it tells is it is generic. Characters are one-dimensional and the actors bland. The villains are aren't even; they have no character at all. It's interesting that at the height of the Cold War, the original manages to spend some time giving a few of the invaders personality; the remake says "Why bother? Here's an explosion." Even the action is dull, relying on excessive "shakey-cam" and bad CGI. The finale, which in the original captures the tragedy of war and the bittersweet nature of victory, is terrible, a last bit of action and no conclusion. Maybe they were hoping for Red Dawn 2: Electric Boogaloo.

I saw it on Netflix and, with the amount of time I spend streaming, any particular movie winds up costing me about 15 cents. I still feel ripped off. Avoid at all costs.

Exploitation December - Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks (1976)

Fans of exploitation movies are familiar with Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS. The movie that introduced the world - or, at least those parts of the world that don't mind saying "one ticket for Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS please" - to the amazing Dyanne Thorne (see image below as to what was amazing about her), Ilsa spawned imitators (a whole series of Nazisploitation films) and a few "sequels." None are exactly sequels; Ilsa comes to a nasty (and generally fatal) end in each movie. But great boobs and cartoonishly executed sadism never really dies, does it?

Dyanne Thorne had enormous talents. Yay, I've mastered the single entendre.

Harem Keeper is the first Ilsa sequel and the best movie of the series. It has a coherent, if bare-bones, story, a better overall visual style and doesn't have the disturbing Nazi stuff. Instead, we get disturbing ethno-cultural stereotypes. Right, because that's much better...

The delectable Sharon Kelly realizes exactly what kind of movie she's in...and reacts accordingly.

Ilsa runs Sheik Sharif's (Jerry Delony) harem. A new shipment of women has arrived, all kidnapped from the West. They include Nora (the gorgeous redhead Sharon Kelly; for more of Ms. Kelly's work, check out Alice Goodbody; in the Eighties she "graduated" from exploitation movies to hardcore porn.) as the sole heir of the "chain store king of the United States" and Inga, a "Scandinavian love goddess" played by Uschi Digard. Uschi showed up in some of Russ Meyer's films, as well as a other exploitation films in the Seventies and was a popular softcore model at the time. Both were in She Wolf in minor roles. At the same time, American diplomat Dr. Kaiser (Richard Kennedy channeling Henry Kissinger) arrives from the US with Adam Scott, a CIA officer masquerading as Kaiser's assistant (Max Thayer), to negotiate with Sharif for more oil. There's some political back and forth, a sub-plot about the CIA spying on Sharif, etc. None of this plot gets in the way of nudity and depravity; just didn't want you to think this was going to turn into an episode of Firing Line.

As the film progresses, we are introduced to Haji (a Russ Meyer regular) who plays a belly dancer/American spy who is found out and tortured. This leads to some yuckiness (her awesome boobs are squished - a true crime against humanity - and her foot is eaten by ants), but also leads to the introduction of the most insanely disturbing idea in the film; an explosive diaphragm to be used for political assassinations. After Haji breaks under torture, Ilsa test out the device on her. For some reason, this requires strapping Haji to an auto-intercourse machine. I guess, Ilsa wanted her to...wait for it...go out with a bang. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week...please remember to tip your waitress.

Uschi Digard makes that tee-shirt look very happy.

In short order, Scott seduces Ilsa, Sharif orders Ilsa to kill Scott, she fails to obey, Sharif has her raped by a leper to teach her a lesson, Ilsa frees Scott, the two lead a revolt, release Sharif's imprisoned nephew, Salim, who takes over and Ilsa subjects Sharif to death by vaginal bomb (also killing the attractive and frequently topless Su Ling). Scott is horrified that Ilsa would sacrifice an innocent girl for revenge (now he's horrified!?!?) and refuses to intervene when Salim has Ilsa imprisoned in the dank cell he was kept in. The final scene shows him throwing her crumbs of bread, while she wastes away. The End.

But, do we really watch a movie like this for geopolitics, palace intrigue and an insightful look into the sad life of a harem girl? Heck no! We want scantily clad (or unclad) chicks and ultraviolence, both of which are in abundance. The "training" of the new arrivals involves some welcome girl-on-girl action with Dyanne Thorne screaming "Lick, bitch!" in a bad German accent. We get to see force feeding (some guys like more meat on the bones and what better way then using a funnel to mash gruel down a woman's throat?), a slave auction, and some medical mayhem (including a gross as heck silicon ass injection ...I do not like needles). There are some scenes that are just disturbing because of what they don't show. One slave girl has her teeth chiseled out because her new buyer doesn't like the "scrape" of them. We just hear clicking and see bloody teeth falling to the ground. This works better - as far as being disturbing - than the more explicit gore sequences, which are laughably fake. To balance out the violence, there is a lot of nudity and all of the women (with the exception of the fat chicks...unless that's your thing...no judgement here) are pretty hot. One point to make: the amount of sex and violence on display is on par with an episode of Spartacus. 40 years ago, if you wanted to see this kind of imagery, you had to trek to a sleazy theater in a run-down urban wasteland. Now, you can just check out basic cable. Of course, the acting and technician proficiency is inferior to what you'll find in the better sex-and-violence shows out today; but, it is amazing how much the grotesqueries of the past are standard fare today.

A magazine cover from 1959. Note the cultural sensitivity...

Much of the imagery comes straight from pulp and men's magazine covers from the Fifties and Sixties, capturing that sense of lurid and ludicrous adventure. While Scott is a one-dimensional hero (he doesn't have much to do, except turn Ilsa do his side with the power of his American penis..."USA! USA! USA!") he does have the jut-jawed look of a pulp adventurer. The harem setting is common to exploitative stories of the last few hundred years, with the lusty, barbaric "Turk" ravishing the fair-skinned women of Europe. The film also incorporates Western stereotypes of the Middle Eastern petro-states as being run by sadistic monsters, who are using their oil wealth to "rape" the West, an idea that had great resonance during the Oil-Shock Seventies. There is also a very low-brow, grindhouse reflection of Edward Said's Orientalism at work here, with the audience being set up both for titillation and revulsion, playing off of culturally ingrained views of the Arab-Islamic world. A final bit of cultural stereotyping; in the end, the local rebels and slave girls need two white, American/Europeans (Scott and Ilsa) to lead them to freedom; or, really a potentially less oppression autocracy.

So, is Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks worth seeing? Yes...but...you really have to enjoy movies that are pure exploitation. This film is nothing more than excuse to alternate between scenes of female flesh and gory special effects. This is not a movie with themes. That it reflects complex cultural ideas only serves to show how deeply ingrained those ideas are.

The 19th Century image of the harem.

Exploitation December - The Wild Angels (1966)

Peter Fonda! Bruce Dern ! Nancy Sinatra! That weird, old baby looking guy from the Star Trek episode Miri!

A film with a story both paper-thin and meandering, The Wild Angels exploited America's fearful fascination with the Hell's Angels in the mid-60s. It also kicked off the biker movie craze that reached a critical peak with Easy Rider and burned out in the early-70s. Prior to The Wild Angels you had Brando dressed like a leather-boy taxi driver in The Wild One, but that was about it. After this movie, the roar of Harleys, the crunch of chains against bone and the Mongol war cries of bikers hungry for young flesh and hot blood could be heard in cinemas (and over drive-in speakers) on a regular basis.

Nancy Sinatra trying her best to emote.

The Wild Angels follows the exploits of Blues (Fonda), Loser (Dern) and Monkey (Sinatra) and their not-so-loveable crew of violent misfits. Over the course of a few days, they beat up some Hispanic mechanics, get drunk and joust with palm fronds, party in the great outdoors, have random sex and generally behave like decadent barbarians. Loser has a run in with the cops that leaves him shot and in a hospital. The rest of the gang decides to break him out (why would anyone think that would end well?) and he dies while taking one last toke of reefer. Bruce Dern is awesome in his "alive" scenes, playing Loser as a hyperactive, man-child. He's also pretty good as a corpse.

The Wild Angels, out for a pleasant Sunday drive.

The gang heads to Loser's hometown in Northern California to bury him. They have a wake that ends with booze and drug fueled violence, rape and "anarchism by way of Animal House" speech-making by Blues. When asked what the gang and, by extension, disaffected youth want by the preacher (Frank Maxwell), Blues responds with

We wanna be free! We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. We wanna be free to ride. We wanna be free to ride our machines without being hassled by The Man! ... And we wanna get loaded. And we wanna have a good time. And that's what we are gonna do. We are gonna have a good time... We are gonna have a party.

which to me sums up the whole Sixties "Youth Culture" philosophy. It started out high minded ("Stick it to the Man!") but wound up with everyone wasted and sleeping in their own vomit...aka the 1970s.

We end with Loser being buried, the cops approaching and everyone but Blues fleeing. He knows that game is over and that the festive nihilism he'd been living is as much of a con as mainstream society.

The movie has great acting from the leads (except Nancy Sinatra; she really does not play biker-chick very well). Fonda and Dern are good actors. Dern's American Kamikaze performance is engaging. Fonda conveys some intelligence behind the stoic thug facade. And, he does have an actual character arc, a good sign that something is going on in the writer's (Charles Griffith who had a long career penning B-movies) head. The director, Roger Corman, provides his usual efficient camera work; nothing too flashy, but always clear and geared towards telling the story. There are a few moments that are a bit rough - in particular, there are a couple of "dance" moments (in which the the gang's women gyrate like they have some sort of horrible nervous disorder) that some across as long and laughable. The story/plot is really a series of set-pieces, not tell a particularly compelling tale. That is probably the weakest part of the film; all of the male characters are dirt-bags, engaging in casual violence and rape, thumbing their nose at authority out of a primal infantilism. The women are enablers, who generally revel in their role as property, personal or community. This does contribute to the over-arching theme; that this "lifestyle" is pointless and self-destructive. The movie, for all of it's excessive, is very conservative; the Angel life-style seems superficially fun, but ultimately is a dead end.

Anyway, check it out. This is a superior B-movie and created an entire sub-genre of films.

Exploitation December - Humanoids from the Deep (1980)

When the Gillman spotted Julie Adams in her succulent white, one-piece bathing suit frolicking in his Black Lagoon home, we know what he was thinking of; fertilizing her eggs. How he would do that was left to the imagination; but we all knew what he wanted. And who could blame him? The chicks in monster movies have historically been stone-cold foxes. If I was some radioactive, mutant Hell-beast, I wouldn't mind getting a little B-movie starlet action.

In the Fifties, audiences were not ready for this to be graphically represented; they weren't ready for married couples to be sleeping the same bed. By the Seventies, sensibilities had changed. It should be no surprise that B-movie maestro Roger Corman took this idea - the monster wanting to get it on with the girl - to it's logical conclusion. In Humanoids from the Deep the fishman have their way with our women!

Julie Adams, the gold standard for monster lust objects.

The plot isn't much impediment to the blood and boobs. Growth homrmones have created mutant fishmen from the salmon population off the coast of Noyo, Washington. Local racist Vic Morrow thinks Indians - in the person of Johnny Eagle (Anthony Pena) - are responsible for the trouble in the area, since he is opposed to a new cannery being built. Seventies B-movie staple Doug McClure plays Jim hill, our hero, who thinks that something more sinister is afoot...or afin.

One of the fishmen, just out looking for love.

The gory - and rapey - monster attacks escalate. Lady scientist Susan Drake (Ann Turkel) shows up to offer some exposition - she helped create the mutant salmon for the cennery company - and be menaced by fishmen. It all ends with a massive attack on a seaside festival...or does it? Not really, since our last scene is of one of the monster's victims giving birth to a little fish monster. Aw, look, he has his father's gills! How cute.

This movie is great. There is a ton of gratuitous nudity (shot by Corman after director Barbara Peeters left the film). Every attack on a woman starts with the monster helpfully tearing off the victim's top. "Thanks for being so thoughtful," I think every time a pair of boobs pops into view. There's gore aplenty, starting with a couple of shredded dogs that will upset every animal lover. Don't worry, though; the fishmen soon move on to clawing humans to bloody ribbons. The movie has an appropriately cold and dreary look about it; the town of Noyo seems like the kind of place that no one would miss if it were overrun by salmon-monsters. There's some heavy handed social commentary with the native American angle (Johnny Eagle doesn't want the cannery built for some reason while Vic Morrow is cartoonishly racist) but that doesn't distract from the exploitation aspects of the film.

Doug, you need to open your eyes...it helps with the aiming and stuff.

The monster costumes are pretty cool, given the budget constraints; these days, they'd be CGI and jump around like monkeys on speed. Here, they lumber about when they aren't menacing bikini tops. The acting is pretty bad; Morrow seems bored and drunk. McClure, normally a reliable B-movie hero, phones it in. Everyone else is either bad, bland or there to show her tits. I don't judge; I only report.

I can't recommend this film highly enough. If you like movies that are entertaining in a sleazy, over-the-top way, you'll love this film. Check it out.

Exploitation December - The Hard Road (1970)

Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like films overflowing with blood and boobs. So, each day for the rest of the month, a film from the Golden Age of Exploitation - the 1970s with spill-over on either side - will be reviewed. This was the heyday of grindhouse cinema, the last gasp of the drive-in, the age when porn went slightly legit, before migrating to VHS and, eventually, the Internet. It was a time when you could see a movie about mud-wresting ninjas (The Life of Ninja), Tube-dwelling cannibals (Raw Meat) and lycanthropic bikers (Werewolves on Wheels). Softcore boobs and hardcore gore, mutant octopus men, planet busting smart bombs, chop-socky imports, showering cheerleaders...everything was being spewed across the screens of America's cinemas.

The first film up is The Hard Road. This is a hard hitting look at the wasted youth culture of the late-60s...naw, it's an excuse for sex, drugs and VD films. Graphic VD films...yikes!

Connie Nelson before she's traveled the Hard Road.

Pam is 17 (yummy Connie Nelson who was also in the awesome Angels Die Hard) and pregnant. She delivers her baby (we get to see some graphic birth footage...yay!) in a home for wayward young women and gives it up for adoption. Her father arranges for her to work as a secretary for Leo (Gary Kent) a sleazy, small-time talent agent. Leo also has a one-way mirror to spy on his secretary. Doesn't everyone? So, Pam meets one of Leo's rock-star clients who introduces her to drugs and sex (well, random sex; she was pregnant after all). She soon hooks up with Jeannie (Catherine Howard) and Jimmy Devlin (John Alderman) her junkie pimp boyfriend, and descends into drug fueled debauchery, tries out prostitution to get Jimmy money for heroin, contracts gonorrhea and finally comes to a bad end while tripping on acid. Don't let this happen to you!

Liz Renay, because this post needed some cheesecake.

This movie is astounding. It isn't good; but it has so much sleazy awesomeness that it should be required viewing. We get dirty junkie hippies going through vomitous withdrawal in jail. We get a graphic - very graphic - VD film along with a showstopping lecture about the dangers of sex. Literally show stopping; the movie suddenly becomes a sexual hygiene lecture. We get drunken, pill-popping mom and dad (Liz Renay and Ray Meritt) wondering where they went wrong with their little girl. There are a couple of extended freakout sessions, in which our heroes run around, scream at nothing, stare at lava lamps, etc. There's nudity, violence, adult language, images of bodies ravaged by syphilis, terrible dialogue, microphone shadows...everything you can ask for in a no-budget exploitation film masquerading as a cautionary tale. This is a must see for everyone.