Monday, January 05, 2009
small country, small posters
Anytime I have friends go over to Japan, I make sure to have them pick me up some eiga chirashi, which are 7X10 leaflets that you can find in cinema lobbies promoting upcoming screenings. They are the ideal collectible and also great to frame for places were you can't put a huge poster or when you want a little variety. You can even rotate the selection (sorry - that was my inner Martha coming out there...). I grabbed this images off of Ebay, but will dig up the pics of the ones I have from my own collection.
its just for the articles, obvously!
Went to my mailbox today and Santa was tardy in delivering one of his gifts! I could blame the influence of all the eye candy over at the Undead Film Critic for my recent impulse buys of vintage smut on Ebay and these pristine copies are the latest addition to my new collection. You can read them when you come over for those promised gin-based cocktails, Michael. You just can't take them in the bathroom with you.
But seriously - check these articles! Harlan Ellison on Starlost! The late Gerard Damiano on the big screen porn game. Sean Connery on Zardoz nude scenes! A Robert Altman interview! And of course, the ladies are an added bonus. Going to save til I get home after work, put on the slippers, mix myself an Old Fashioned, and enjoy!
But seriously - check these articles! Harlan Ellison on Starlost! The late Gerard Damiano on the big screen porn game. Sean Connery on Zardoz nude scenes! A Robert Altman interview! And of course, the ladies are an added bonus. Going to save til I get home after work, put on the slippers, mix myself an Old Fashioned, and enjoy!
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Now I really want to see Benjamin Button!
Fri, Dec. 26, 2008
Phila. man shot because family talked during movie
A South Philadelphia man enraged because a father and son were talking during a Christmas showing of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button took care of the situation when he pulled a .380-caliber gun and shot the father, police said.
THIS MAN LOVES HIS CINEMA!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
~~~ Thanks to Hauke for this true crime tidbit.
Phila. man shot because family talked during movie
A South Philadelphia man enraged because a father and son were talking during a Christmas showing of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button took care of the situation when he pulled a .380-caliber gun and shot the father, police said.
THIS MAN LOVES HIS CINEMA!SHUT THE FUCK UP!
~~~ Thanks to Hauke for this true crime tidbit.
Like A Crow On A June Bug
Spent the eve of Jan first watching three films in a row and then the eve of the second day repeating that habit.One of the choice picks was Sixteen (aka Like A Crow On A June Bug), a film that I thought was going to be some sex-hicksploitation, but was much more sensitive than I expected.
Ma and Pa Irtley and their kin are handed eight thousand dollars for land rights to permit a new highway to go through their southern backwater habitat. The folks don't squander the money, but take the highway bus to a midway fair that has hit town. This is truly the first taste of "living it up" that they have had. Their youngest, J.C. (named after a sale that was on at J.C. Penny a week after his birth) goes on all the rides and gets sticky with cotton candy while the budding sexpot Naomi and Bruvver (her chaperone brother) start out exploring the fair together, only to get separated in the night.
The lost and distraught (following a nasty freak out in the haunted house) Naomi is taken in by a seemlingly helpful and caring daredevil motorcycle rider who deflowers her after hours in the fairground (in front of an audience of leering carnies). Meanwhile Bruvver becomes prey to a busty sideshow stripper, after the family's cash. After our rural Adam and Eve both bite into that apple of sin, they bring the devil back home with them.
Sixteen is a simple morality tale playing out in a pocket of untouched old south that has since been lost. Looking at the various comments on the IMDB, this film seems to be lost on most viewers. Mercedes McCambridge (who provided Linda Blair's demonic voice in The Exorcist) plays Ma Irtley and gives a stern and strong performance (not at all looking like one IMDB comment claim that she, "Walks through this with a decidedly uneasy look...she must have been hard-up for fifty bucks when she agreed to star in this one.") and Simone Griffeth (Naomi) went on to play Sly Stallone's sexy navigator in Death Race 2000. Director Lawrence Dobkin had a long career as both a TV actor and director from 1958 til 2001 and was one of the narrator for the hit television series "Naked City" (1958) (1958-1963), who spoke one of the most memorable tag lines in the history of television: "There are eight million stories in the Naked City. This has been one of them".
Filmed in Valdosta, Georgia, Sixteen used many locals as actors, but when the film made its world premiere in Valdosta and was very much disliked by everyone who felt that it portrayed their lands and being populated by hicks. Touchy! Check the IMDB for comments from some of them. Wonder when the little burg got access to the information highway?
And I feel like I gotta say, found this over on Cinemageddon...
R.I.P. (another)
I get the feeling that I risk becoming the blog's official grim reaper and people will begin to avoid my posts for fear of learning of the death of another person that made the planet a bit more fun.
Bill Landis died in late December of a heart attack at the age of 49.
I first came across the name Bill Landis when I was reading Jimmy McDonough's biography of maverick filmmaker Andy Milligan, which I cannot help but recommend highly. There's this part where he admits that he first heard of Milligan while looking at posters from his films on the walls of Bill's apartment. So, as a collector of questionable one sheets myself, I was intrigued enough to wonder who this guy was and if he still had the posters. A quick google and I was onto something special.
I'll avoid a detailed biography since, again, those can be found elsewhere. A quick shot can be found here. But for those not in the know, Bill Landis published a Xeroxed zine that detailed and reviewed the 'lesser' films that played the dingiest of sleazy cinema screens in the prime era of New York City's 42nd St./Times Square sanctuaries of degeneracy. Sleazoid Express. What a name! Toronto had its own similarly intrepid film reporter in Hal Kelly and his Trash Compactor magazine of the late 80s/early 90s. We can't thank these people enough for doing this and helping turn us all on to some great, filthy gems from the comfort of our most comfortable chairs. Do some searching. Your own google may turn up many, many interesting tidbits as outside of Sleazoid, Bill led an interesting life with many jobs and hobbies, mostly focused around the prurient interests so at home on 42nd St.
This was the last thing I got from him, a collection of his writings for various periodicals all copied and stapled together, along with the special issue of Sleazoid that properly maligns and exposes 'Bloodsucking Freaks' filmmaker, Joel Reed. I wasn't smart enough to get into him back when it was really fresh.
That's Bill, front and centre.
Anyway, after reading the bit and doing my google, I contacted him to find out if maybe he had posters to sell and trade and although his own collection wasn't for sale (or maybe gone already) he did still dabble here and there and I was lucky enough to score some nice pieces from, or through, him. My biggest letdown being just a day short for the one sheet to the much sought-after (by me) roughie, Forced Entry. Live and learn and respond faster to sales emails in the future.
I did also manage to score the Sleazoid Express book (a smattering of issue highlights published in one handy format that profiles several classic, and now gone, cinemas and the films that played there) and his unauthorized biography (who didn't have a falling out with this guy?) of Kenneth Anger directly from him. And I finally got to see (and also got the poster!) Mona, normally considered the first theatrically released hardcore feature, courtesy of a DVD-R from him. I'd been reading about that film, it seemed, forever. And while it couldn't possibly live up to my expectations, I could at least read about it again and not feel such longing!
The last time I heard from him, it was in December of 2006 and he was doing an article for a big magazine about grindhouses and was looking for some poster images to accompany the text. I sent him some and he never got back to me and then I saw he was consulted for his top 5 films that played Times Square in the era for Time Out's special issue that coincided with the release of the uninspired Tarantino/Rodriguez Grindhouse effort. I'm assuming that was the project.
Anyway, I was glad I contacted him and had brief correspondences whenever he had a list of posters to trade or sell and it's terrible that we lost him at such an early age. A lot of fantastic stories were his legacy and it's incredibly sad that we won't be hearing any more of them.
Here he is with his wife, Michelle Clifford in the Playland photo booth in 1986.
Bill Landis died in late December of a heart attack at the age of 49.
I first came across the name Bill Landis when I was reading Jimmy McDonough's biography of maverick filmmaker Andy Milligan, which I cannot help but recommend highly. There's this part where he admits that he first heard of Milligan while looking at posters from his films on the walls of Bill's apartment. So, as a collector of questionable one sheets myself, I was intrigued enough to wonder who this guy was and if he still had the posters. A quick google and I was onto something special.
I'll avoid a detailed biography since, again, those can be found elsewhere. A quick shot can be found here. But for those not in the know, Bill Landis published a Xeroxed zine that detailed and reviewed the 'lesser' films that played the dingiest of sleazy cinema screens in the prime era of New York City's 42nd St./Times Square sanctuaries of degeneracy. Sleazoid Express. What a name! Toronto had its own similarly intrepid film reporter in Hal Kelly and his Trash Compactor magazine of the late 80s/early 90s. We can't thank these people enough for doing this and helping turn us all on to some great, filthy gems from the comfort of our most comfortable chairs. Do some searching. Your own google may turn up many, many interesting tidbits as outside of Sleazoid, Bill led an interesting life with many jobs and hobbies, mostly focused around the prurient interests so at home on 42nd St.
This was the last thing I got from him, a collection of his writings for various periodicals all copied and stapled together, along with the special issue of Sleazoid that properly maligns and exposes 'Bloodsucking Freaks' filmmaker, Joel Reed. I wasn't smart enough to get into him back when it was really fresh.
That's Bill, front and centre.
Anyway, after reading the bit and doing my google, I contacted him to find out if maybe he had posters to sell and trade and although his own collection wasn't for sale (or maybe gone already) he did still dabble here and there and I was lucky enough to score some nice pieces from, or through, him. My biggest letdown being just a day short for the one sheet to the much sought-after (by me) roughie, Forced Entry. Live and learn and respond faster to sales emails in the future.
I did also manage to score the Sleazoid Express book (a smattering of issue highlights published in one handy format that profiles several classic, and now gone, cinemas and the films that played there) and his unauthorized biography (who didn't have a falling out with this guy?) of Kenneth Anger directly from him. And I finally got to see (and also got the poster!) Mona, normally considered the first theatrically released hardcore feature, courtesy of a DVD-R from him. I'd been reading about that film, it seemed, forever. And while it couldn't possibly live up to my expectations, I could at least read about it again and not feel such longing!
The last time I heard from him, it was in December of 2006 and he was doing an article for a big magazine about grindhouses and was looking for some poster images to accompany the text. I sent him some and he never got back to me and then I saw he was consulted for his top 5 films that played Times Square in the era for Time Out's special issue that coincided with the release of the uninspired Tarantino/Rodriguez Grindhouse effort. I'm assuming that was the project.
Anyway, I was glad I contacted him and had brief correspondences whenever he had a list of posters to trade or sell and it's terrible that we lost him at such an early age. A lot of fantastic stories were his legacy and it's incredibly sad that we won't be hearing any more of them.
Here he is with his wife, Michelle Clifford in the Playland photo booth in 1986.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
On the download
I came across (was directed) this blessed site while smack-dab in the middle of holiday dread and I thought I had found my salvation but the elation was brief, my friends. It seemed as though they had taken a break (and I'd just heard about them!) and weren't going to be up and smiling until the beginning of '09. Just like me! Anyway, if you're looking for some nice home viewing, they've got some joyous titles and deserve your attention. My desktop is happy to have new friends such as How Awful About Allan, Nashville Girl and Dawn-Portrait of a Teenage Runaway. What are you waiting for?
CultraRareVideos!!!
Truckin' Peckinpah!
Mythical (or are they?) beasts!
Glynnis O'Connor in a bikini!!! The total and most ultimate girl next door ever!
CultraRareVideos!!!
Truckin' Peckinpah!
Mythical (or are they?) beasts!
Glynnis O'Connor in a bikini!!! The total and most ultimate girl next door ever!
Friday, January 02, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
2009, right around the corner
I wish you nothing but all the greatest of luck, love and everything else you set your sights on in the coming year. May all your travels be rewarding. Happy New Year.
Thumbs up to you!
Thumbs up to you!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
love among the stars
I have to thank this lady for lots of things - from when my Dad took me to see it in the cinema (his way of teaching me about the birds and the bees) to the film being a barometer of taste with picking lady friends. Found these over on the Ebay.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
cleaning out the apes
These damn apes have been lying around on my desktop for sometime, just waiting for me to post them. Found it on the ole Ebay.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Plug it Vinnie, Plug It!
Vincent Price on Carson plugging Theatre of Blood. Thanks, Jeff!
And here are Vinnie's two lovely co-stars: Madeline Smith and Diana Rigg, the only lady good enough to marry James Bond.
And here are Vinnie's two lovely co-stars: Madeline Smith and Diana Rigg, the only lady good enough to marry James Bond.
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