Spooky Seventies Sutherland

Klute!



Don't Look Now! (and isn't that Donald Pleasance narrating the trailer?)



Day of the Locust!



Body Snatchers Remake!

Happy Halloween!

The unholiest of kings

That's an Alice Cooper lyric, don't you know? He's scary. He was scary and then he seemed to change and grow scarier, really. But I digress.

I'm offering you (like a sacrifice) the delight of the most frightening half-minute film clip you're likely to see during the year's most haunted of times. Guaranteed to shake you to your very core and leave you shivering, curled up and seeking any form of stable comfort at all as your shrieks echo off to disturbed silence. It is...





And speaking of wicked, check this out.





What I'm trying to wish you, here, now and in video form, is the most rockin', wickedly-awesome and frightening Hallowe'en ever, man. Have fun!

R.I.P.

Gerard Damiano 1928-2008


I could never afford (or would never pay those prices!) an original Deep Throat poster but, thankfully, Gerry Damiano made other films with wonderfully alluring advertising! His role in the world of adult film is certainly cemented around the magnificent foundation of that one film's often remarkable legacy. His talents are questionable, to some, and nobody knows who really made all that money but it makes one hell of a good story if you care to read about it or watch a documentary. And then there's Linda Lovelace and her versions of events as well. The mob, the court cases, the controversy, the indeterminate coercion, the smash celebrity and the birth of 'porno chic' all from one woman's talented mouth!





He seemed like a decent and fun-loving guy with a great hairpiece and a totally groovy fashion sense. And he had sex with a young and eager Annie Sprinkle.


Go with gentle care, Gerry Damiano!

Easy, Breezy, Beautiful

Questions

where did those investors go?

An ad in Variety heralded this potential exploitation box office gold...

night of the living gould

Euphonious

Little Shots of Horror

26 years gone

I can just barely ever get enough Gould.






And here's a good snippet about Toronto that is unwilling to be embedded.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NN_nPY1acY

That Same Belgian Excellence

I think I figured out why Belgian beer is so strong. Horror, surrealism, Sylvie Vartan AND Orson Welles! What the hell is Malpertuis?

I'm here for the action

"Surrender, or I'll blow your Nikes off!"

Vestron Video International logo, Sybil Danning and Jack Taylor.

Most caressable

My problem is I can't remember how long.

Trifecta

Vestron Video logo, Paul Newman and Don LaFontaine!

Headcase

Meet the graphic designer behind Hollywood's most famous floating head movie posters.

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

the honeymoon is over

A search for some possible choices for a 16mm screening yielded this amazing trailer and captivating pop art credit sequence. And of course, I just had to share. Hatchet for the Honeymoon.





Trailer


Opening Credits

"Thursday we killed a guy together..."

Newman!

WELCOME HOME, BROTHER CHARLES - THE RAP!

A Popcorn and Sticky Floors EXCLUSIVE!!!

This link just appeared in my inbox and so far it has only gotten 63 views on YouTube. From The Chuds and R Room, the minds that brought you the Weng Weng Rap comes this zipperlicious rap!

What is Welcome Home Brother Charles? Flip back just over a year ago and read about how our friends over at Dead Channels screened director Jamaa Fanaka's personal 35mm print of his 1975 debut film, Welcome Home Brother Charles (aka Soul Vengeance) a "nearly forgotten (yet absolutely unforgettable), gritty, artistic, socially conscious, grindhouse jaw-dropper."

Pic from www.badmovies.org

And at the Alamo Drafthouse, the question is asked: "Why is Wednesday night's screening of WELCOME HOME BROTHER CHARLES an essential ticket?"

Now undo your fly, let it all hang out and enjoy...



The original Trailer:

a date with Cybill

From the very disturbing site: celebrityapes.com

They Say The Neon Lights Are Bright...

monster boys smash the records!

Crawling out from under my fest rock and blinking at the bright world outside. As try and focus on what has been going on in the rest of the blog-o-sphere, my eyes lock on these two great posts by John McElwee over at Greenbriar Picture Shows about the historical event of the double bill of Frankenstein and Dracula in 1938 and the first wave of monster mania. McElwee recounts the booking at Salt Lake City’s Victory Theatre which, "all but necessitated that state’s militia. The house was sold out by ten o’clock in the morning. Four thousand frenzied Mormons milled around outside, finally broke through the police lines, smashed the plate glass boxoffice, bent in the front doors, and tore off one of the door checks in their eagerness to get in and be frightened. Management was forced to rent an empty theatre across the street to seat the overflow. Reels of Dracula and Frankenstein were bicycled back and forth in twenty-minute intervals throughout the day."

He follows up with another post about the continued monster boom into the 50s and 60s with particular nostalgia for the Castle digests of the Universal creature features.

"Kids deep into the life combed backs of monster magazines (they were everywhere!) and dreamed of owning 8mm highlights of Dracula, released by Castle Films in 1963 (their Frankenstein reel was strangely absent until late in the day 1971). I joined with a cousin and another neighborhood boy to invest in Dracula plus Official Film’s A Lost World, the latter made up of scenes culled from the 1925 dinosaur classic. We put on basement shows for a dime’s admission and even made lobby cards from Lugosi photos (unforgivably) cut out of Famous Monsters. Castle abridgements were the only way you’d play host to Frankenstein or Dracula at your own discretion. Who born of home video convenience could imagine the novelty, if not sheer joy, of threading up favorites at will, let alone projecting same on bedroom walls at a time when possessing movies was a near unheard of concept."

Fabulous posts with lots of great ads and pages from film trade mags. Great job John!

Stanley White vs. Joey Tai

Delicates

The enjoyment that comes from watching a nudist, nudist camp or a film with 'nude' in the title is something that can be easily endorsed by many but the collecting of posters from these films, while equally enchanting, appeals to only some of us. Luckily, I just happen to be one of those forward thinking and further evolved types so I do all the work and you reap the natural benefits. And there are many benefits to sun-bathing and a naturalist lifestyle. But not as many as there are films about those actual benefits. They are legion, man. Here's a healthy picnic basket's sampling of such simple, earthly delights.