Welcome back to yet another B-Movie Enema. I’ve been looking forward to talking about this one for a while.
Many times over the past couple years, I’ve mentioned the Roku channel Bizarre TV. When I first got my Roku, it was one of the very first channels I began to watch religiously for its streaming of, well, bizarre movies and horror shorts. Some of the movies shown there acted as inspiration for me to cover here – even if that channel was not the first place I ever saw the movie. Sadly, that channel has been on autopilot since October as the original operator of the channel passed away in January 2018. I still endeavor to cover movies I used to watch on the channel because it did a lot to inspire me to return to the blog after some time away from it.
This week’s feature, Cheerleader Camp, is one of those movies featured on BTV. Continue reading “Cheerleader Camp (1988)”
Aw shit yeah, Enamaniacs. I have a very good feeling about this week’s B-Movie Enema.
Looking back on Black Friday 2017, I excitedly took advantage of a massive sale on the Vinegar Syndrome website. One of the movies I was excited to pick up was The Muthers. The reasons were plentiful.
For one, it looked like a pretty sweet action movie with ladies takin’ over boats and blowing shit up and stuff. I felt it was likely going to have a blaxploitation slant, and I think you all know how I feel about that sub-genre. It also was starring some pretty hot ladies. I think you all know how I feel about that topic too. That’s not all, I think almost all these chicks have been in Playboy. So, there’s that too. It’s also a “women in prison” flick that was pretty popular in the 70s and into the 80s. But it allowed me to cross another thing off the ol’ checklist – Filipino sleaze. Continue reading “The Muthers (1976)”
After last week’s Malibu High, a movie that is not at all as fun and lighthearted as the poster looked, I decided it’s time for me to actually go for something that is exactly what it appears.
Screwballs – “The nuts who always score!” I mean just look at that poster. The simple composition of a girl in her underwear running away from a dude in his boxers while he pulls the strap to her bra tells you exactly everything you need to know about this movie. Mainly that there will likely be lots and lots of sexual misconduct. And I’m gonna see boobs. But mostly the sexual misconduct. But even more mostly that I’m gonna see boobs. Continue reading “Screwballs (1983)”
Hooray! I’m gonna watch more exploitation from the 70s! This makes me very happy. And why shouldn’t I feel that way? Look at the poster to the left for this week’s feature, Malibu High. Look at the comely lady sunbathing toplessly with that smile that almost says, “Look what I got myself into this time… I’m such a fun gal!”
And what did she get herself into? Well, it looks like a bunch of various types of guys in the background are looking on. Because they are drawn in caricature while she is drawn in photo realism, I’m guessing these guys are gonna be a bunch of rapscallions that will be either scolding our luscious leading lady Kim (played by Jill Lansing), or they will be chasing after her like sex-crazed juveniles hoping she’ll spend a night with them in the ol’ sack. Continue reading “Malibu High (1979)”
“GIT BACK JACK – GIVE HIM NO JIVE… HE IS THE BAAAD’EST CAT IN ’75”
Here’s a perfect example of spectacular marketing at work. I mean… You’ve got a rhyme that uses the word “jive”. Not to mentioned “bad” has two extra A’s for effect. And this fella is a cat. I like cats.
Also, this is a fuckin’ for real 1970s blaxploitation action flick with crime and racists cops and a fuckin’ pimp.
The Candy Tangerine Man is a favorite of the genre for Quentin Tarantino (becauseofcourseitis) and Samuel L. Jackson (because he’s a bad motherfucker). The former stating that the director, Matt Cimber, made some of his more favorite films. I think it is also extremely important to discuss Mr. Cimber. Continue reading “The Candy Tangerine Man (1975)”