And here we are, the final entry for the Ilsa She-Wolf of SSeptember theme month at B-Movie Enema.
Thus far, we’ve seen Ilsa run a Nazi concentration camp, a sheikh’s harem and sex slave trade… warehouse(?), and a psychiatric hospital in (probably) Spain. Now, we turn back the clock to 1953 Soviet Union. Here, Ilsa runs a gulag in Siberia for political prisoners where she breaks them mentally and physically.
Not only does this come full circle back to Canada as the sole country of production, but we also have a couple star-studded names producing the film. First, we have Ivan Reitman who, before coming to America to produce and direct some of the biggest and best comedies of the 80s, produced horror and exploitation films like this and David Cronenberg’s Shivers. He and Cronenberg were great friends both from Canada, and it was Reitman’s suggestion for Cronenberg to cast one of the biggest porn stars of all time, Marilyn Chambers, in Rabid. Continue reading “Ilsa, The Tigress of Siberia (1977)”
We’re back for round 3 of Ilsa She-Wolf of SSeptember Month here at B-Movie Enema. Last time, I mentioned that this week’s installment, Ilsa, The Wicked Warden, was a bit of the redheaded stepchild of the series. It’s not because Ilsa is a redhead this time around (I mean… yes that too), but it’s really because this movie was never meant to be a part of the series.
The first two, as well as next week’s installment, were legitimately made to all be about a ball-busting chick (sorta) named Ilsa who ran a prison camp or a harem. This was actually meant to be entirely separate. This film was legitimately filmed to be like those other women in prison, sexploitation flicks and be marketed overseas. What better way to sell them than to have Dyanne Thorne be your villainess? And how do you give it more of the European flavor? Continue reading “Ilsa, The Wicked Warden (1977)”
Ilsa She-Wolf of SSeptember soldiers on with another installment in Dyanne Thorne’s ruthless, big-tittied, dominatrix title character’s filmography.
This time, she’s a harem keeper. A harem keeper of the oil sheiks.
I know what you’re thinking though… “Geoff, I read your B-Movie Enema blog loyally every goddamned week. I thought Ilsa died at the end of her first movie? What the fuck gives you pencil dick fuck nugget?” (Yes, I know that is exactly what you, my dear readers, say about me.) Continue reading “Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks (1976)”
Welcome to Ilsa, She-Wolf of SSeptember Month here at B-Movie Enema. What the hell does that mean? Well, over at Film Seizure, I’m co-hosting a month of sexy thrillers called Sexy September. What better way to compliment that than to have a scumbag version of the same theme over here?
And, if I’m going to do that, there’s only one way to make it really scumbaggy… Nazisploitation.
Nazis are evil sons of bitches. They are basically the lowest form of person to have ever lived. While I’m sure it can be argued exactly how many people in the German population between 1933 to 1945 were true blue believers of the horrific ideals of Adolf Hitler, there’s no better movie villain ever than those damn scuzzy fuckin’ Nazis. Continue reading “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS (1974)”
If I’m gonna do a bunch of Roger Corman movies, it is high time I return to the realm of the Great White North. So, here we are again with another Canadian horror movie. This also bring us back into the world of good ol’ fashioned rock and roll horror with demons and shit.
And Jon Mikl Thor. Let’s not forget Thor!
This is the second time I’ve gotten into some Thor with Zombie Nightmare being the first of these treasures of cinema. Like the treasures you pick out of your nose. These movies are boogers. Continue reading “Rock ‘n’ Roll Nightmare (1987)”
Since returning from hiatus, I’ve written about a Canadian movie and a movie from 1987. This week, I cover a 1987 Canadian movie. Huh… Funny how things work out.
Zombie Nightmare is one of those flicks that marries heavy metal and horror. I’ve touched upon this before with Black Roses – which also happens to be a Canadian horror movie. However, this one has a few very distinct reasons for why I wanted this on the blog.
First, this is a Mystery Science Theater 3000 alum. It’s a pretty solid episode as well. Second, our star, Jon Mikl Thor, had this and another movie with “Nightmare” in the title from 1987 that just simply need to be here on B-Movie Enema. Finally, it was one of the final six movies to be looped on Bizarre TV before the Roku channel’s original owner, Ronda Baffes, passed away. Bizarre TV was such a huge part of how I was able to get this far with the blog, I feel like I owe it some continued love. Continue reading “Zombie Nightmare (1987)”
Looks who’s back in this shit saddle again!
Welcome to the 101st B-Movie Enema entry. After spending the better part of the last, like, three months on hiatus while another project I’m a part of, Film Seizure, was launched and sailed on its own, I’m ready to come back home and begin the next hundred Enemas by returning to my bread and butter: Girls, Slashers, Dumbness, Canadian Horror, and Girl Boobs.
So, that brings us to 2014’s Girl House directed by Trevor Matthews. And I bring that up because I first saw this movie on one of the Showtime channels called Showtime Women. They had this bumper before the movie talking about movies made by women for women. So I thought, “Oh, okay, a lady made this movie. That might bode well.” But it is directed by Mr. Matthews, written by Nick Gordon, and produced by Matthews, Gordon, and Cory Neal – a guy who is so much a guy, he has two guy first names as his full name. It is also shot and edited by guys too. That’s odd, but maybe the movie is about something that would be geared toward women, that would be… Continue reading “Girl House (2014)”
Alright, guys… I need to redeem 2017 in a hurry. Let’s see if enlisting the power of 1980s hair metal rock and roll can get us back on track.
No, really, I mean it. I kinda feel after a particularly strong showing during Alyssa Milano month in December, I have done nothing but stumble out of the gate here in January. So, Black Roses, it’s up to you to save my blog.
1980s horror had a few things going for it. First, it had slashers. Second, it could always fall back on the old, tried and true supernatural. Third, there was an onslaught of new rock and roll bands that stood in direct opposition to the resurgence of Evangelical Christianity of the time. Finally, there was the VHS boom that meant more and more movies could be made cheaply to cash in on those kids who just wanted something easy to watch. Continue reading “Black Roses (1988)”