…yes, Flesh Feast WILL be the first review, and there will be plenty of information (probably TOO MUCH information) about Floridasploitation, hagsploitation, Nazisploitation, and every other “sploitation” known to man or beast. There’s also stuff about Doris Wishman, Herschell Gordon Lewis, Brad Grinter, and every other person that made a second Hollywood in sunny Florida!
OK…I edited this instead of reblogging it. GO ME!
From 16 August 2016…
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, this is the 40th anniversary of the King of Rock and Roll’s death. Whether or not you thought he truly was the King (I think Little Richard, Ike Turner, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Johnny “Guitar” Watson should be deemed Rock and Royalty too!) he had that extra “something” that made him, well, ELVIS!
I liked some of his stuff (Heartbreak Hotel, Jailhouse Rock, etc.) but the later stuff was waaaay better (Suspicious Minds, In the Ghetto, and yes, Burnin’ Love–also can’t forget A Little Less Conversation and If I Can Dream!) but there were some songs that fell through the cracks that were surprisingly good–there’s one…I think is called “And I Love You So” that was recorded live in 1973 at one concert or another that made me stop in my tracks. I could actually SEE what people were talking about…
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Yes, this is still going to be the 1st movie reviewed on the all new “Six Degrees of Stoogeration!” I’m still trying to figure out the best format…
Over the course of her career, Veronica Lake, like many actors and actresses, had highs and lows. Flesh Feast was a definite low and it would prove to be the last film that she ever made. It is a bit of a shame as she was quite talented, but being an actress who was notoriously difficult to work with and her aversion to Hollywood throughout the fifties and sixties, she appeared in little. What is most interesting is that she also produced this movie in part, which makes you wonder why she would even want to appear in such a low-budget horror like this one, especially given the roles she had in years past. As it was, Flesh Feast turned out to be predictably, pretty terrible.
The story concerns a scientist, partly mad, who is working on making a select group of maggots eat human flesh over that of animals…
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I have a problem: I use ableist language.
Enjoy this post that we would ALL be wise to follow. (That’s perfectly cromulent grammar, darn it!)
I know, I know…yet another day without the Flesh Feast review. But I have a good excuse! I’ve been bingeing on this new blog I found, and I think I’ve found another (yes, ANOTHER!) influence on how/where/what I want Six Degrees of Stoogeration to be. Ironically, the subject is Joan Crawford, who the Stooges (then known as Ted Healy and His Stooges) shared the screen with in Dancing Lady (1933). The subject is the camp classic Mommie Dearest (1981), which I vaguely remember being in the theatres. At least I remember all the jokes comedians made.
Years later, I saw the film on TV and I didn’t get what the deal was. I knew OF Joan Crawford, and what I knew, didn’t seem that much different than what was on the screen. Faye Dunaway’s performance didn’t seem to warrant the brickbats the Razzie folks were raining upon her. I mean, look at the damn woman in any film past 1950. You can’t NOT imagine that that’s a drag queen. Go ahead, I dare you! I’ve seen Dancing Lady multiple times, and I cannot reconcile the Joan Crawford I see there with the Joan Crawford of 1967’s Berserk! It’s not just age–in fact, age doesn’t even enter into it. Bette Davis aged in Stooge Years ™, yet didn’t quite seem to be the garish whirlwind of WTF?! that Crawford was. Everything seemed so EXAGGERATED. The eyebrows. The hair, oh sweet Jesus THE HAIR! If Elizabeth Taylor could keep her hair dark most of her life, why in the world did Joan, er, Miss Crawford, scald our eyeballs with such monstrosities as that “Old Lady Red” deal she had in Trog (1970)? WHO THOUGHT THAT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!
Now, what was I talking about? Oh, Mommie Dearest and the fact that it seems more true than not…at least with Miss Crawford’s larger than life personality. Maybe it’s just me, but there was a lot in the film that rang true. Joan did seem like she would say “Don’t fuck with me fellas!”
Let me get back to the subject of this blog–it’s more than your snarky run down of Z movies…it’s that, but it’s more–it’s a personal insight on what makes movies tick for him, it’s essays that “spoil” the movie (which I love), and the comments! Oh, the comments! Such comments I’ve not seen since the olden days of the internet/sitting around with my piano teacher! Knowledgeable folks who’ve often rubbed shoulders with the subject/stars of the film, it’s hard not to get lost in reading the comments and fall down the YouTube/Google hole of finding out more.
I’ve rambled long enough (when I could’ve been writing about Veronica Lake and FloridaNazispoitation!)
Ken Anderson’s http://lecinemadreams.blogspot.com! You won’t regret it!
“You don’t smell so good either!”
I think I’ve found the format for the reviews! Now if I could only get started!