Hey! This week has something pretty special on B-Movie Enema. So, when I was trying to think about what movies I wanted to watch for October, I couldn’t really think of a theme for the month. However, I had some movies I’ve always wanted to do that are either somewhat popular, or have a cult following, or this week’s movie, The Diabolical Dr. Z, which features a returning director – Jess Franco.
As I explained last week, October is kind of a big month for B-Movie Enema. In fact, it was the month I started writing the blog way back in 2014. One of those movies was Oasis of the Zombies. That was also directed by Jess Franco. Unfortunately, that movie sucked. Hard.
Since then, ol’ Uncle Jessie bounced back with an Ilsa movie and a “Black” Emanuelle movie. And this week, Dr. Z will take him back to his earlier days of filmmaking and is a surprisingly stylish and atmospheric movie. On top of that, it’s been a very long time, almost 2 years to be exact, since I covered a movie from the 60s. Additionally, it was also the last time I looked at a black and white movie on this site. Continue reading “The Diabolical Dr. Z (1966)”
This week’s B-Movie Enema is going to take a look at 1964’s The Last Man on Earth starring the great Vincent Price.
Based on Richard Matheson’s 1954 novel I Am Legend, this film puts a new spin on the post-apocalyptic wasteland type of story by featuring a man who is trying to stay alive not against zombies or crazed bad guys (see any post-Romero zombie movie or Mad Max for reference), and not strictly mutants of that wasteland (see… Judge Dredd… I guess? And not the good one either). Instead, our hero is fighting off people who have mutated into vampires. Continue reading “The Last Man on Earth (1964)”
This week, I decided to give myself a treat. Yes, if I look at four of the last seven weeks, I’ve had a pretty good run of movies that were at least pretty enjoyable and worthy of saying I liked. However, I’m in charge of this damn blog so when I want to treat myself to a better movie, then goddammit, that’s my prerogative.
So let’s talk about Francis Ford Coppola. He’s a maker of fine films like Jack, Captain EO, and Godfather III: The Revenge. He also makes either wine or grape jelly – or BOTH…? He also made Sofia Coppola who made a fine movie that no one knows what the fucking last line of is but I bet it’s juuuuust right. Continue reading “Dementia 13 (1963)”
Holy hot damn son of a bitch mother fucker great balls of fire. William Shatner AND Adam West star in this week’s B-Movie Enema, the 1968 made for television extravaganza Alexander the Great.
Just look at that cover to that DVD on the left. Look at Adam West down there in the bottom left hand corner looking up lovingly at a redheaded Shatner riding a horse in his little cape. In the bottom center, it looks like that Klingon guy who couldn’t stop with the fucking Shakespeare in Star Trek VI is in this too. Continue reading “Alexander the Great (1968)”
It was only a matter of time before B-Movie Enema was graced by this movie. White Comanche is listed by John Wilson, who founded the Golden Raspberry Awards (or Razzies as they are known by most) as one of the most enjoyably bad movies ever.
If you ask me, that all sounds awesome. But wanna know what’s better? It not only has Williams Shatner playing a high plains drifter type, but he also playing a second role as a leader of a Comanche tribe. That’s right! Double Shatner comin’ at yo’ face! Continue reading “White Comanche (1968)”
Let’s take a trip to the beach in this swingin’ 60s teenage romp!
Starring Tommy Kirk, Deborah Walley, Nancy Sinatra, with classic horror stars Basil Rathbone and Boris Karloff, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini raises a few questions. First, I wonder what Karloff and Rathbone’s asking prices were. Second, are we going to see the titular ghost’s tits? Finally, how bad is this movie gonna suck balls?
I mean, is the invisible bikini like… Is it a ghost too? Did the girl die and then, in an unrelated accident, the bikini died too? So the bikini is also a ghost? Or… or maybe, just maybe, the bikini is made out of a fabric that is invisible too? Maybe the girl died, like by being murdered by a real bad guy? And he chopped her up and only kept the bikini top and bottom bits so it’s not so much that the bikini itself is invisible, but that the ghost doesn’t have those bits because the crazy guy kept those bits of her body? I mean, if you go cuckoo bananas and chop up a girl, those would be the parts you’d keep right? Like, the best parts? Continue reading “The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966)”
The doctor is back in… For better or worse.
B-Movie Enema returns with a tale of horror from south of the border! This little nightmare fever dream of Donald Trump’s is called The Brainiac (also known as El Baron del Terror in its native Spanish).
“So what’s this all about?” you ask? Based on the poster you have a pretty cool demon-like dude, a woman who was clearly shocked to be told she is in this movie, and what appears to be a couple guys with some flamethrowers. Continue reading “The Brainiac (1962)”