March Movie Madness & Mayhem (Day 15?)–Cult of the Damned (1969) – Journeys in Classic Film

Apparently, I’ve lost ANOTHER day somewhere (Day 15 is missing, just like Bunny Lake!) So, without further ado, here’s what SHOULD’VE been featured…Angel, Angel Down We Go (aka Cult of the Damned). You’ve got Jennifer Jones, Roddy McDowall, Lou Rawls, Holly Near, and most importantly, Joe Besser in a cameo as a tour bus driver.

via Cult of the Damned (1969) – Journeys in Classic Film

March Movie Madness & Mayhem, Day 13 (Enquiring Minds Want to Know, So…)

via The Sad Tragic Fate Of Veronica Lake | National Enquirer

As you all know (all 10 of you), Flesh Feast will be the eventual first film of my b-movie blogging career…only about 2 years after I mentioned it the first time. Anywho, who better than that scandal sheet extraordinaire, the National Enquirer, to fill in the blanks about who Miss Lake was. (But for a better version, read her autobiography, Veronica. She’s surprisingly candid, especially for the early 1970s!)

March Madness & Movie Mayhem (Day…8?!)

If you call yourself a enjoyer, a “common sewer” if you will, of bad movies and the illogic thereof, you won’t find a better spot than And You Call Yourself a Scientist! Enjoy the proper skewering (but with love, and SCIENCE!) of Sting of Death, a bit of Floridasploitation from 1966!

SEE! The “monster” made up of garbage bags!

SEE! Terrible “day for night!”

SEE! The stupidest “teenagers” that ever stupided!

via AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A SCIENTIST! – Sting Of Death (1966)

 

March Movie Madness & Mayhem (Day 6!)

March Movie Madness & Mayhemvia A Roger Corman Double Bill: Swamp Women & Avalanche – Jabootu’s Bad Movie Dimension

I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for the otherwise terrible Avalanche. The first time I saw it, it was (literally) 105 degrees and they’d let us go home early from school (yeah, kids had to WALK HOME FROM SCHOOL IN 105 DEGREE WEATHER OR RIDE AN UNAIRCONDITIONED BUS!) and this was the 12:30 Movie on KPLR-TV. I was (and am!) an unapologetic Rock Hudson fan, and had set the VCR to tape this to watch it later. I asked my mother to make sure things went off/on correctly, and she LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP while watching (I did too, so…)

I agree with most of what Ken Begg says (except the Liberace thing–NO ONE looked like Lee!), and it’s a hell of a slog to get through. Swamp Women/Diamonds is the better of the two, and it’s got Mike “Touch” Connors!

 

The More You Know You Knew…

A miller loses his livelihood and self-respect when he descends into alcoholism, egged on by his business partner who just happens to own the local bar. A rare chance to see a performance by Charles Gilpin and one of only two films made by the Colored Players Film Corporation of Philadelphia to survive. I’ll also…

via Ten Nights in a Bar Room (1926) A Silent Film Review — Movies Silently

I’ve always known that there was “black gold” to be found in the silent era when it came to black filmmakers (I’m pointedly ignoring films that utilized actors–but usually actresses–that would make Mae West look tan). Just “average” black people, living “average” lives, and somehow ignoring Jim Crow knocking at the door.

This is going on my movie “Bucket List,” along with the uncut version of Seconds, and any missing footage of the Three Stooges (either solo or as a team) from 1965-1975.

On This Day in 1975…

Los_Angeles_Times__Friday__24_January_1975LA Times Larry Fine Death Notice

Greetings From Sunny Florida!

As you can see, this is not a review of the classic film Flesh Feast (aka Time is a Terror). I could give you an excuse, but I’m too lazy to even do that! What I have been doing is my usual procrastination, reading other (better) film review sites, and watching what will be (eventually!) the subject of the review.

However (and there’s always a however in life) I’ve been reading/researching the history of Floridasploitation. (It wasn’t ALWAYS America’s wang!) Why didn’t FL become Hollywood? It was closer to the actual film capital at the time (New York) and had the same positives as CA. Join me in my quest to find out why!

Acidemic – Film: THE BIG CUBE (1969) – Lana Turner and the Unscrupulous Doser

Cleansing the doors of cinematic perception for a better yesterday.

Source: Acidemic – Film: THE BIG CUBE (1969) – Lana Turner and the Unscrupulous Doser

Yet another great review site that is the reason why my epic review of Flesh Feast hasn’t been seen here. I’m still doing buttloads of research into getting it just right! Don’t worry, it’ll be here by 31 December…I didn’t say what year! Go read Acidemic!

Oh, Yeah…About That Whole “All New Six Degrees of Stoogeration Thing…”

…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!

DREAMS ARE WHAT LE CINEMA IS FOR…: MOMMIE DEAREST 1981

Source: DREAMS ARE WHAT LE CINEMA IS FOR…: MOMMIE DEAREST 1981

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 f*** 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!