Every 80s teen sex comedy cliche is trotted out and turned upside down in this awkward and satirical film. Filled with short shorts and saxophone solos, it's very funny. There's already a sizable cult surrounding this film, so I'm not going to blah-blah-blah about it. I watched Wet Hot American Summer on Netflix. Here's a trailer:
Andy Milligan directs this disaster of a film. I'm not sure how to describe it. It has something to do with the 19th century, and werewolves, and vampires, and carnivorous plants, and everyone seems to have some sort of problem with their legs. That's pretty much all I've got. There's wooden acting, amateurish makeup, unconvincing accents, stagey direction, shoddy camerawork, garish lighting, stilted dialogue, gooey leg wounds, and limping. Someone attacks a plastic plant with a knife, someone gets attacked with a meat cleaver, someone else gets attacked with a shovel, and someone chops the head off a dead mouse and eats it but it's hard to tell because the shot is so blurry. This film is unbelievably awful, and it's recommended if you like stuff that sucks. Here's a clip:
Doug McClure and Kim Novak star in this made-for-TV film about a ship adrift in the Bermuda Triangle. The pros: There's a creepy priest waving from the severed wing of a crashed airplane, a corpse dangling from the mast of the beleaguered ship, and another corpse hovering in midair below deck. Cons: Some not-very-special special effects and every musical cue from the Scooby-Doo rulebook. I found Satan's Triangle to be yawn-inducing, and I find the title to be very offensive. You can watch it on Youtube, I guess. People seem to be big fans of this movie and find it to be quite scary, but I'm not sure why. To each his own, I guess.
Paul Naschy sports a pr0n-y mustache and gets a sponge-bath in this Spanish/Italian Giallo film. A killer leaves a dragonfly at the scene of his crimes, and there are plenty of them. There's death by scythe, axe, sword, and umbrella. Someone also gives someone else a severed head in a box. There's a lengthy striptease, a torture themed carnival dark ride with chicken wire, a roller coaster shoot-out, and golf. Also, someone examines clues with a magnifying glass while in the nude, someone says, "There are too many corpses.", and a man wears false eyelashes. All in all, I didn't have a lot to complain about and the movie has a pretty cool title. I watched A Dragonfly For Each Corpse on Youtube. Here's a trailer that needs some subtitles:
From what I can tell, this jump-cut-y movie has something to do with a girl with unconvincing blonde bangs wearing complicated undergarments who has some sort of horse-drawn carriage accident, loses her memory, and gets involved in a love-triangle that needs a lot of Vaseline on the camera lens. I could be wrong, though. There are too many WTF and LOL moments to describe here, but I'm going to try. Pervy Dr. Klaus Kinski shows up; who conducts unconvincing physical exams and fiddles around with beakers filled with suspicious and murky liquids. I'm not sure why. Then people run along a path while carrying a suitcase while menacing chords are coaxed out of a piano. Then someone gets their face blown off by a shotgun. Then there's waltzing. I still don't know why. Then someone throws a pheasant, there's a near-drowning in a bathtub which sets up a largely off-camera lesbian tryst (and you can tell that happens because everyone sits around a table basking in the afterglow and eating oranges while looking longingly at one another while someone plays a saxophone), someone sports a houndstooth suit, someone wearing an evening gown who I can only asume has very little masonry experience builds a brick wall during a party after a couple of remarkably chaste sex montages, a cat hand puppet gouges someone's eye out, and someone wears a purple smoking jacket. I don't know why. The movie has quite a few corpses in it near the end, but you have to wade through some vaguely psychedelic crapola to get to them. Thankfully, there's only about 16 pages of screenplay so you don't have to worry about a plot, either. Death Smiles On A Murderer is everything that's wrong and right about the early 1970's, and probably had a lot of the people at the drive-in scratching their heads. Well, the folks who weren't high, I guess. I watched it on Youtube. Here's a slightly NSFW trailer due to a sudsy nip-slip:
A Senator has all his organs replaced after a car-crash in this sci-fi film starring Leslie Nielsen. I'm not sure why I watched this thing. I found it on a list of movies with no description, and then I saw the words 'spookshow' and 'giallo' at Youtube, and the next thing you know I'm stuck watching it. It is not a giallo, and it's not a spookshow, and it's not Airplane; although Leslie Nielsen hangs out in an airport and rides in a jet. At least I think he does. That's not important right now. So there's lots a wood panelling, and melodramatic surgical brow-mopping, and lots of talking on phones. There's also unconvincing blocking, unconvincing Alamagordo rush-hour traffic, an unconvincing cab ride, an unconvincing awakening from a coma, Leslie Nielsen unconvincingly running in an alley or in the desert or anywhere, and an unconvincing viewing of a duodenum. Thankfully, Angie Dickinson is in it occasionally. It's still pretty boring, though. I watched The Resurrection Of Zachary Walker on Youtube, and there doesn't seem to be a trailer.
Shameless self-promoting rock acts The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols fight, drink gallons of booze, take copious amounts of drugs, and melt-down in this warts-and-all documentary. Featuring grainy self-aggrandizing interviews and often-interrupted-by-drug-and-alcohol-induced violent concert clips; someone says, "We're going to start a revolution, and we'll show you how.", and someone says, "Someone broke my sitar.". That someone is Anton Newcombe, and he's fascinating. Buy his records. I watched Dig! on DVD. Here's a trailer:
And here's a clip where The Brian Jonestown Massacre actually make it through a song without kicking someone in the face, smashing their gear, or mentioning The Dandy Warhols:
