Friday, October 20, 2017
Let me back up for a moment. A Nightmare on Elm Street is a bit of a bugaboo for me. The first three films in the series were pretty great. You have a legitimate, and terrifying, horror movie that took roots from urban legends about a boogey man who could strike at you in your dreams. The second, after a critical reevaluation, really turned out to be so much more than just a cheap sequel that New Line Cinema tried to crank out to capitalize on the first. The third brought back our original survivor Nancy and she sacrificed herself to finally kill our boogey man, Freddy Krueger.
Then everything else sucked. Hard. Like a taco salad from McDonald's. All the ingredients seem perfectly edible because everything else on the menu was fine when you tasted it, but when you put your fork in it, you realize you're just eating Wade the Fry Cook's turds mixed in with tomatoes and lettuce.
Wade isn't even garnishing that turd taco salad with sour cream, you fucking idiots!
Any kid I knew who thought Freddy Krueger was the bee's knees (when compared to the other slasher giants such as Jason, Michael Myers, or Leatherface) was a fucking moron and probably had a shit eating grin courtesy of Wade the McDonald's Fry Cook. None of those other slashers talked. Freddy made up for that in spades. Like he couldn't stop talking. He called people "Bitch" so fucking often, Rick and Morty made an entire gag out of it with a parody character called Scary Terry. By the fourth, fifth, and sixth films, Robert Englund was a real sport about playing the character that he made famous and, in turn, made him famous, but the movies were jokes and a pretty big waste of time to watch.
Again, the first few movies were plenty okay, and a couple of them are actually quite fantastic. However, by the time we got to the fifth movie, they were struggling pretty bad. This came at the end of the 80s. The slasher genre was basically dying out. People wanted something a little different by this time. Hell, it couldn't even get an October release as a horror movie.
I guess I better crack this fuck dick of a movie open and talk about before I talk myself out of it.
Friday, October 13, 2017
This is the perfect chance for me to talk about my favorite Jason Voorhees movie - Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives.
This is beloved by fans, but also a turning point for the series itself. For one, this shifted the movies from being a series of movies trying to be serious and either scary or gore-filled to a series of films that started to have fun with itself. The movie also acted as a final piece of a trilogy of movies that focused on hero Tommy Jarvis.
Back in the fourth film, Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter, Tommy, then played by Corey Feldman, was introduced as a child who ultimately killed our machete-wielding antagonist by impersonating the child version of Jason and hacking his fucking head to shit with his own weapon. In Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning, people were being killed by an impersonator wearing a hockey mask. People thought it was an older Tommy who seemed to be pretty messed up after killing Jason as a child. At the end of that movie, it appeared Tommy did break and now going to take up Jason's legacy.
In Part VI, writer and director Tom McLoughlin decided, thankfully, to throw away the ominous ending of Part V, and went in a new direction. McLoughlin decided to treat Jason like one of the classic Universal monsters, most notably Frankenstein's Monster. He also made it self-referential and had characters react as the audience would or give us a moment to laugh at the happenings of the movie or at the characters themselves.
I really don't want to wait much longer to jump into the movie. This is my motherfucking jam. This is the movie in the series I have seen more than any others. If I'm hanging out with friends and one of them suggests we all watch a Jason movie and ask which one we should watch, I vote VI every time. So let's pop this fucker in and enjoy!
Friday, October 6, 2017
The film also boasts that it has connections to real life events. Well... Sort of. Leatherface was inspired by Ed Gein who was a real life serial killer who did indeed take skin from his victims and started making a skin suit. There are some minor plot details that also came from the Gein case, but that was all in Wisconsin, not Texas.
Tobe Hooper, the director of the first Texas Chainsaw Massacre film, started making more mainstream movies, most notably, Poltergeist. By the mid-80s, he was riding pretty high. He signed a three picture deal with our good friends at Cannon Films. What he delivered for them was not what they expected. His first film in the deal, Lifeforce, was a pretty large scale sci-fi monster movie that stretched the usual budget of a Cannon Film. They also didn't expect Hooper to deliver a remake of a 1950s sci-fi film with Invaders from Mars. They DEFINITELY did not expect The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 to be a dark comedy causing Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus to lose their freaking minds with Hooper.
Frankly, I kinda wonder if Hooper was trolling Cannon a bit so he could make movies he wanted to make and they were there to give him the deal.
So, there you have it. Hooper wanted this second Chainsaw to be more of a send up of the horror genre of the time he basically helped create. While it did make almost twice its budget, the film under-performed. Hardcore fans of slasher films pretty much hated it. Critics didn't care for it either. It probably was not helped by being released as "Unrated" when it couldn't get less than an X from the motion picture ratings dudes. Even though most didn't like it then, it's one of the few 80s horror movies that actually holds up very well in the present. It even grew on some of its original detractors and became a pretty massive cult classic.
The synopsis from Amazon Prime is: "A radio host (Caroline Williams) is victimized by a cannibal family as a former Texas Marshall (Dennis Hopper) hunts them." That's all it gives, but don't worry, it's much much more than that. Let's get this thing started and officially kick off my October theme of modern monsters to celebrate Halloween!
Friday, September 29, 2017
Not only do I feel accomplished by typing a sentence that I'm sure no one has this past decade, but I'm fast approaching the centennial mark for B-Movie Enema! This marks the 91st entry of this blog. That means that before the end of November, I'll have hit 100 posts. How do I plan on celebrating that mark?
By taking a small break to pursue some other projects which could mean some significant overhauls to this blog.
However, that doesn't mean I'm anywhere near done yet. Oh no! I have some sweet blaxploitation to get to first. Blaxploitation, I might add, that is being brought to us by producer Gene Corman, the brother of Roger Corman... a white guy. Huh, okay. It was directly by William Witney... a white guy from Oklahoma. Well. Okay, I guess you could say some African Americans maybe had a rough road to get their movies made so they had to get help from other established, white dudes. Who wrote it? George Armitage. Now that is surely a brother... Motherfucker.
He's a white guy from Hartford, Connecticut.
Despite all this, Darktown Strutters does have a pretty solid cult following with Quentin Tarantino giving it praise - because he has a fucking opinion about everything and someone, somewhere, is glad to write about them. I know my way around these types of movies, but, I admit, I don't know this one. A friend sent me a bonkers trailer for it and we saw it was on YouTube to watch for free, so I jumped at the opportunity to add it to the list of movies I wanted to cover on the blog.
I apparently am not the only one who doesn't know anything about the movie. There's no plot or synopsis on YouTube, where I'm watching it, or Wikipedia. Thanks to IMDb, I do learn that Syreena has to find her mother, Cinderella, then some crazy shenanigans ensue. So I guess I should dive right in and watch this mutha...
Friday, September 22, 2017
In the late 80s and early 90s, I was hitting puberty pretty much like Mark McGwire would hit dingers - hard and fast. During this time, I would find movies and TV shows as sources of my adolescent crushes. I don't think we need to revisit my damn near stalker-level love of both Alyssa Milano and Phoebe Cates. I think we've covered that quite a bit. Last week, you learned that I was hot in my britches for Teri Copely. There were two other ladies that hit the scene in 1989 that I wanted to see whatever I could - Kim Basinger and the cat lady from Star Trek V: The Final Frontier.
Since the cat lady from Star Trek V would likely land me in jail in most states, I think we should talk about Kim Basinger.
Literally hot off seeing her on the big screen in Batman, I wanted to see everything Kim Basinger did. Some of it was perfectly fine - Blind Date and, to a very small degree, Never Say Never Again as a couple examples. Some of it was not so good. However, this one, because it starred a pretty popular comedian in Dan Aykroyd, and was the movie she made last before hitting it big in Batman, was on TV a lot. It was relatively harmless for people of all ages, despite some weird sex stuff I'll get to later, so it could air pretty much at any time of day.
Most people I knew, both boys and girls, watched this movie. It was the rare goofball comedy that was able to cross over to both genders of a certain age. For me, I've seen this movie so many times, that there are specific images that are forever burned into my mind. Like when we first see Basinger's Celeste put on her stockings was erotic as fuck, or when she comes into the bedroom to have sex with Aykroyd, or when she saves Alyson Hannigan's character with crazy space powers, or when baby Seth Green shows up to take Hannigan out on a date. This movie was a cornerstone in my life.
Admittedly, I'm a little concerned about watching this for the blog. I have nothing but lovely memories of watching this movie. I have a very bad feeling it doesn't hold up. But let's get this thing started and see if my fears are founded or not.
Friday, September 15, 2017
Back in 1989 through about 1991, Transylvania Twist appeared fairly regularly on cable channels like Showtime and the like before appearing on VHS in 1993. The movie is mostly notable to me for starring Robert Vaughn and Angus Scrimm (also known as the bad guy from Superman III and the Tall Man from the Phantasm series). However, there were one other member of the cast that really caught the attention of a young me - Teri Copley. Young me really, really liked blondes in the late 80s and early 90s.
But more on that shit later.
The movie is goofy, it's silly, and it's definitely going for the "screwball" element that came along with a lot of cable TV movies of the time. It definitely utilized Teri Copley's buxom blonde looks as a way to try to align it with some of the more "adult" movies playing on pay TV, but it was actually a PG-rated comedy that tried to go for humor along the lines of hits like Mel Brooks' movies or Airplane! It wasn't all that aggressive with its sexual humor but still included hot chicks and lots of cleavage. It was something I'd want to watch privately because I was just figuring out some stuff on a sexual level, but it wasn't overly dirty or anything I would have been embarrassed to have watched with my mom in the room. I think it played up to the idea that it was kind of a shitty movie, but reveled in it with parodies of popular horror movies and icons and breaking the fourth wall to speak to the audience directly.
This movie is only really available on YouTube these days (unless you want to spend dozens of dollars on the out of print DVD or buy a VHS player to watch it on tape), so I don't really have anything physical to copy the synopsis from, but I can break it down as such: Teri Copley is hot. She is related to a vampire who has hot vampire lady daughters. She has to go to Transylvania to get an inheritance from her dad, but the vampire, played by Robert Vaughn, wants the inheritance himself. Hilarity ensues.
Enough about that. Let's get to Teri Copley and Transylvania Twist because I haven't seen this movie in like 25 years at least!
Friday, September 8, 2017
And I can say all that for two reasons. 1) I am a weirdo so I might as well be a satisfied one. 2) I was born in the 70s. Like with a few years to spare too. It wasn't like I was born on December 30, 1979, I was born in February of 1977. So I existed in the decade I want to make dirty, dirty love to.
I'm not sure what I like more about the 70s - the music, the violence and, at times both visceral and over the top, gore of the grittier movies, the fashion, the afros, the women, roller skates, or Jack Nicholson's critical hit after critical hit career of the era. All I know is, whenever I see a movie or hear a song that is followed by a year in the 70s in parentheses behind the title, I'm immediately interested.
That leads us to this week's feature, 1975's Rollerball. Set in 2018, which is just a few months away now, the movie mixed elements of the 70s, with a roller derby type of game, with ideas that are usually reserved for some sort of post-apocalyptic or dystopian future as the game is more violent and gladiatorial than even the rough and tumble sports like football, hockey, or the aforementioned roller derby, and also ideas that are eerily prescient in our society now like governments and society being run by global corporations. What's additionally interesting about this film is that it's directed by three-time Academy Award Nominated Norman Jewison (twice nominated before the film), and stars a cast that has a total of four acting Oscar Nominations (James Caan, Ralph Richardson, and John Houseman) and at least one Tony Award Nominee (Moses Gunn). This was a for real deal movie starring some of Hollywood's best.
And the movie is about a futuristic sport - that is pretty astonishing.
It's been a very long time since I saw this version. I watched bits and pieces of the bullshit remake made in 2002 when I worked in the projection booth at a movie theater. I know this was a movie that wasn't uncommon to see on TV when I was little and my brothers (all definitely old enough to have seen the movie in the theater when it was still out despite its R-rating because the 70s were fucking cool with kids seeing that shit) all seemed to have fond memories of it. When I saw the movie at Disc Replay one Saturday afternoon, I knew I needed to talk about it here on the blog.
As for the synopsis, this comes from the back of the DVD box: "The year is 2018. There are no wars. There is no crime. There is only... the Game. In a world where ruthless corporations reign supreme, this vicious and barbaric 'sport' is the only outlet for the pent-up anger and frustrations of the masses. Tuned to their televisions, the people watch 'Rollerball': a brutal mutation of football, motocross, and hockey. Jonathan E. (Caan) is the champion player - a man too talented for his own good. The Corporation has taken away the woman he loves (Maud Adams) but they can't take away his soul - even if the diabolical corporate head (Houseman) tells him he'd better retire... or suffer the old-fashioned way."
Ooh... Now that sounds like my kinda movie. Let's get, erm... rolling on Rollerball!
Friday, September 1, 2017
That's just a simple fact. It has nothing to do with this blog. I just like it when girls get a little cuckoo over the bone. Who doesn't?
I'm also a big fan of the Poison Ivy movies.
That has a lot more to do with this blog - and today's entry in particular. Back in December of 2016, we looked at the second entry in this series, 1996's Poison Ivy II: Lily, starring Alyssa Milano. A third movie came out a year later starring Jaime Pressly. For a little over a decade, the series laid dormant until a fourth film premiered on Lifetime.
I'm totally positive this movie is going to be loaded with tits and ass just as I expect from any movie with the title Poison Ivy. And i'm also positive this will follow the tradition of all the naked boobs and bush we saw in the 2000s from actresses desperate to break into Hollywood. Wait..
Let me scan the paragraph just before the last one. Okay, I see mention of Poison Ivy II which, along with Embrace of the Vampire are definitely transformative movie experiences for me and mah boner. Check. I mentioned Poison Ivy 3. That one stars another super hot lady who was also in Playboy. That's good for my ding dong. Check. Okay, so now movie #4 in the series... Okay, the back of the box told me "Wide-eyed freshman Danielle 'Daisy' Brooks' first days at Beckshire College are the best ever." Very nice. "...secretive close-knit sisterhood..." Okay, good, good. "...hot-blooded temptress..." Even better.
Oh no... I said the movie premiered on Lifetime. It's a Lifetime TV movie. I just went soft immediately. I bet this doesn't have scenes that you can only see by going to Pornhub or SpankBang. Sigh... I was excited to watch this, but now I'm not so sure. Even though this is a DVD that is "Not Rated", that doesn't mean it's "Unrated". There's a big difference. Unrated usually means a little more than R-rated, but avoids the dreaded NC-17 while still showing some pretty sweet business. Not Rated is usually seen on old movies that were made before the current ratings system or for TV movies. Well, dammit. I'm still going to watch the fuck out of this. It's got what is sure to be a bevy of hot chicks in it, but I can't count on boobs.
So, what I could pick up from the back of the box, this chick named Daisy (because of course she has a flower name as that is the thing with these movies) is invited to join a secret society called the Ivies. They are hot and manipulative. The box also says this is a "delicious thriller" with a "not-so-innocent country girl".
Let's watch some sexy college girl action...
Friday, August 25, 2017
However, we're a couple weeks early on the celebration end. Oddly enough, 1992 didn't have much for me to choose from. 1987 and 1997 had a bunch. But in order to find something celebrating a 25th anniversary, I had to look to September.
For a movie that takes place in New York City with all sorts of hell breaking loose.
With the Twin Towers appearing in the background of the poster.
Alright, that's enough about that shit. Let's set the stage for today's ill-advised sequel. In the late 1980s, Clive Barker's Hellraiser series was absolutely incredible. The first film, no duh, named Hellraiser, was a low-budget, yet immensely successful, visceral body horror film that had lots of hallmarks of a Clive Barker story: weird sex stuff, lots of gore, weird sex stuff, dirtbags, weird sex stuff, and weirdly sexy stuff. Considering it was made on a lean $1 Million budget, and ended up grossing $14 Million, of course it would get a sequel, Hellbound: Hellraiser II, just a year later. Again, it followed the weird body horror and sex stuff ending with Pinhead, the lead Cenobite, a hedonistic angel/demon creature, defeated. With the movies being so incredibly popular among horror fans, of course the franchise would continue.
Yet, it took almost four full years for the third to be made and released. But right out of the gate, you knew something was off. The first two films were uniquely British. They were filmed in England and, despite starring an American actress, Ashley Laurence, just overall kept that feeling that the events were taking place in a small town in the countryside in England. When you see enough of these stylistic movies, you just get a feel that makes it uniquely British, or Italian, or German, or whatnot.
And if you're curious what a uniquely German feels like... Just look for the weird scat sex that happens in all their films. All of them. In every German movie, there's usually someone literally shitting on the other's chest during sex.
All of them.
Not only did the British atmosphere go missing in the new Hellraiser III movie, but, through a series of events after Barker's Nightbreed failed at the box office, Barker was basically shut out of the making of the third installment until very late in post production. So the film had mostly an American feel AND made pretty much entirely independent from the supervision of the guy who made the first two movies very popular.
As for the synopsis, I will look to my six-film The Hellraiser Collection set. According to the back of the box: "A TV reporter discovers the Lament Configuration Box which opens the door to the Cenobites' demonic world of pleasure and pain. Now, Pinhead walks the Earth again."
Let's dive in, shall we?
Friday, August 18, 2017
Until today, I've only seen one Shaquille O'Neal movie ever - Blue Chips. And that movie was "supposed" to be "good". It wasn't. If you want to watch a good movie about a basketball player going into college starring an actual basketball player, watch Spike Lee's He Got Game.
I'm already off topic.
The point I'm trying to make is that I like Shaq on the court. I like Shaq on pre-game and halftime shows. I like Shaq in commercials hocking insurance from The General. But let's not deny the fact that, besides being a guy who I think is seemingly terribly nice and charismatic as a person, he can't act.
I tried for many, many years to avoid watching another Shaquille O'Neal movie, but then this fucking thing turned 20 years old and I do this blog and I am doing a "Summer of Anniversaries" thing and I've already featured a few superhero movies.
So! That said, here's another shitty DC Comics movie. Based on one of the "Supermen" who rose after the Death of Superman story in comics, the character of Steel, a.k.a. John Henry Irons, was a normal guy who built himself a suit of, no shit, steel to become a new "man of steel" in the absence of Superman. This movie has nothing to do with any of that shit.
But what is it about? According to Amazon Prime, Steel's premise is: "Shaquille O'Neal sheds his hi-tops for a dazzling suit of battle armor as the latest and greatest DC Comics superhero to wage war on crime."
I kinda don't think that was an accurate description of the movie I'm about to watch. I doubt Steel is REALLY Shaquille O'Neal who literally tosses aside his sneakers to fight crime. And... Steel is not a bad character, but hardly the greatest from the pantheon of DC Comics.
That's Infectious Lass.
Look her up.