…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!
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!
There’s nothing I like better than a “links” page. Someone has (thankfully!) done all the work for me in finding more great b-movie sites so I won’t have to. That’s all fine and good until you run up against one like this.
Obviously, 1999 is a million years ago in website years (it’s also the year I started using Amazon to feed my bad movie appetite), so it’s no surprise that most of these sites are gone. But it is neat to see the few that are still up and around. Go on, take a trip back in time!
The Best, The Worst, The Weirdest And Every Far-Out Thing In Between
Source: Every 70s Movie
COULD I do this every day? Could I make myself sit down and watch the worst of the worst films of my favorite era (the 1970s!) every.day?
I’d like to think I could, but then I do things like forget to take my (quite important!) heart medicine last night, then wonder why I can’t walk as fast as I usually do. (Duh!)
But I think (THINK!) I could do this, at least for a short time, when this assignment comes to an end. Nothing but me, bad movies, and an exercise bike. (I’ve got to do something while watching this cinematic madness!)
(By the way, this is another influence on the upcoming Six Degrees of Stoogeration site!)
As usual here at Balladeer’s Blog I like to cover those things that tend to fly under the radar to a large degree. On this page I’ll be looking at bad/weird movies that don’t seem…
Source: BAD MOVIES | Balladeer’s Blog
For the terminally lazy (ME!), I LOVE sites like this that have ready-made bad movie lists! Sure, I know that The Mummy and the Curse of the Jackals isn’t worth the film it’s filmed on, and that star Anthony Eisley talked his stunt double into doing most of the walking about in the terrible “jackal head,” and that the director, Oliver Drake was supposedly senile. (I say “supposedly,” because looking at this film, who can tell?)
And if you were wondering, yes, I CAN tie this in to the Three Stooges. Anthony Eisley starred in a couple of Al Adamson films. Al Adamson and Sam Sherman wanted the Three Stooges to star in The Jet Set (which became Blazing Stewardesses). Everything was set until Moe was too ill to go on with the filming (which would’ve begun in March).
Remember, almost everything can be connected to the Three Stooges and/or John Carradine!