“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)”
Cold Steel on the outside… ALL woman on the inside!
Ooh boy this kinda has my motor running if you know what I mean, fellas. Policewomen is about a lady cop (as pictured on the poster to the left), who has a skirt on, some stockings, and boobs, taking on a gang of lady criminals – they, too, probably in the boob and skirts market. I bet they also like to carry around guns and point them and shit!
HOLY JEEZ, GUYZ! LADIES AND GUNS! WOOHOO!
Ahem… Sorry, everyone. Not sure what got into me there. Anyway, I should also point out that this is another movie featuring some sweet martial arts action. I mean, why not? Let’s turn this month into a balls-to-the-walls kung fu month, eh?!? Continue reading “Policewomen (1974)”
Holy Jesus Fuck, what do we have here?
Why, it’s Warhawk Tanzania starring in Devil’s Express! Where do I start with this one? I mean, everything in the poster looks batshit crazy. There’s a monster guy who has a woman in one hand and a train in the other. We have the not one, but TWO taglines – “50,000 years of Death stalks the subways!!!” and “Take the Express train to TERROR!!!” Both of these are capped with three exclamation points so you know you have to take it seriously.
But no, what I like the most is the kung fu black man on the right side of the poster. Mr. Warhawk Tanzania! That’s a fucking name and a half, ain’t it? Seriously, you can hope for, nay, EXPECT, two things from a name like that – 1) he’s gonna kick ass and 2) he ain’t gonna take no jive from anybody no how. Continue reading “Devil’s Express (1976)”
It’s not every day that someone gets to say “Last week I watched My Stepmother Is an Alien and this week, I’m taking a look at Darktown Strutters.” I feel pretty accomplished.
Not only do I feel accomplished by typing a sentence that I’m sure no one has this past decade, but I’m fast approaching the centennial mark for B-Movie Enema! This marks the 91st entry of this blog. That means that before the end of November, I’ll have hit 100 posts. How do I plan on celebrating that mark?
By taking a small break to pursue some other projects which could mean some significant overhauls to this blog. Continue reading “Darktown Strutters (1975)”
The 1970s were so fucking cool. If I was somehow able to, I’d have raunchy back alley sex with the entire decade. Sure, there’d be a lot of pubic hair, chest hair, and medallions, but goddammit I’d be one satisfied weirdo.
And I can say all that for two reasons. 1) I am a weirdo so I might as well be a satisfied one. 2) I was born in the 70s. Like with a few years to spare too. It wasn’t like I was born on December 30, 1979, I was born in February of 1977. So I existed in the decade I want to make dirty, dirty love to. Continue reading “Rollerball (1975)”
45 years ago today, the fourth of the Planet of the Apes movies was released to theaters – Conquest of the Planet of the Apes.
By this point, 20th Century Fox knew they had a marketable franchise. They hit it big in 1968 with the original Planet of the Apes that created a world where apes were king and men were not much more than beasts of burden. There are three main things remembered from the first film: 1) the original reveal of the gorillas hunting down humans in a cornfield, 2) “Get your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!”, and 3) the end reveal that Taylor (Charlton Heston) had only time traveled to the future of Earth and not to a distant planet. Continue reading “Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (1972)”
This week’s B-Movie Enema entry is celebrating its 40th anniversary this very weekend. It’s Universal Pictures’ Rollercoaster.
Rollercoaster was simply another in the decade-long string of “disaster films” that started at the very dawn of the 1970s with Airport. It became such a genre in itself that you can almost think of that as being the same thing back then as we see now with superhero movies. While the 70s were the “golden age” of the disaster flick, the genre still exists to this day. Movies featuring high drama in the face of incredible tragedy still come out in fairly high numbers. Anything that stars a relatively large cast that ends with a lot of them dead and a lot of others barely making it through whatever the disaster wrought could basically be labeled as one of these disaster films. Continue reading “Rollercoaster (1977)”
My fellow Americans… In this time of strife, unrest, dangers from threats inside and outside our great nation, I call on you to do your civic duty and vote. Don’t vote Democrat or Republican. Libertarian or Green. Vote Werewolf. He is a man with voracity and spirit! He is a man who would later appear on a cult classic television show about a guy who time travels by leaping into bodies and helping right historical wrongs. As his poster says he “Makes it Perfectly Clear!”
Wait… Whaaaaaaaaaaa? Continue reading “Election Day Special: The Werewolf of Washington (1973)”