When people find out I write a blog about movies, naturally they ask questions about what kinds of movies I discuss. They may ask, “Do you write about the art of cinema?” or “Do you talk about the films of [insert artsy-fartsy director name here]?” or “You talk about that there Grinch movie from 2000??? I liked that movie somethin’ fierce!” Normally, it comes down to me saying I write about B-movies, and that I’ve done it almost 150 times. That usually spurns the question, “So… Can you explain what those movies that you watch are like?”
A few weeks ago, I had a big ol’ love fest over a little movie I picked up while I was at HorrorHound Weekend in Indianapolis this past August – Amazon Hot Box. It was a marvelous little love letter to the exploitation and women in prison movies of the 70s. It was brought to us by Work In Progress Films and writer/director James Bickert. It was such a lovely throwback to those bonkers movies of evil wardens, sexy prisoners, silly side plots that ultimately lead nowhere, and all the things that I love about exploitation cinema.
It’s time to do it again with another filmmaker who is associated with Work In Progress and James Bickert, Brian K. Williams. Here we have a good old fashioned story about buxom babes from beyond our world with a title that makes me giggle every time I say it (seriously, as my friend who had to hear me giggle every time she heard me say it at HorrorHound Weekend) – Space Babes from Outer Space! Continue reading “Space Babes from Outer Space (2017)”
In August, I attended HorrorHound Weekend in my hometown of Indianapolis, Indiana. As a veteran of various comic conventions and previous HorrorHound shows, it’s an experience I love. Do I spend too much money? Oh, for sure. Is it a lot of walking around and looking at the same thing over and over as if I’m driving an IndyCar around the famed Indianapolis Motor Speedway? Kind of. But what I enjoy can be summed up fairly easily by saying I enjoy the time with friends, buying stuff, and sometimes, sometimes, finding something new that I wouldn’t normally be aware of.
That brings me to a couple movies I’ll cover between now and the end of 2018 – Amazon Hot Box and Space Babes from Outer Space. The former being this week’s featured film. Continue reading “Amazon Hot Box (2018)”
As promised last week, our new B-Movie Enema article features three returning figures of recent BME importance – Candice Rialson, Barbara Peeters, and Roger Corman.
I figured, “You know, it’s summertime, and young ladies are probably trying to figure some stuff out and maybe helping teach summer school. They are probably also wearing short shorts. Some unfortunate kids are probably stuck in summer school. So let’s do a feature that incorporates all that!”
So here we are – Summer School Teachers! By the look of the poster, the knowledge of how popular this movie was and (relatively) well received, and Candice Rialson (plus other hot ladies), I don’t think it takes a math whiz to know this movie is probably going to be so far up my alley that… Well, I don’t know how to finish that sentence. Suffice it to say, this movie is gonna be just what the doctor ordered. Continue reading “Summer School Teachers (1974)”
And, lo… Did B-Movie Enema finally get to a new pinnacle of achievement. Mark this day – August 3, 2018. It is the day that I finally decided to cover a movie that features talking genitalia. It’s 1977’s Chatterbox.
Yes. It’s true. This is one of a handful of movies that feature either boxes or ding dongs that talk. And yes, this is only one of these movies. There is a literal handful of talking genitalia movies.
This movie hearkens back to the glory of the 1970s. This was during a time of “porno chic” – when X-rated and other very hard R-rated movies would play in actual movie theaters. I’m not saying they were all good, but this wasn’t just found behind the saloon doors of a video store hidden away from the rest of the movies and other customers there with children and partners. Continue reading “Chatterbox (1977)”
Ah, Gremlins. What a great movie, right?
Little monsters running around doing stuff. They start off cute and cuddly, but uh oh… You can”t get them wet! They multiply if they get wet! You can’t feed them after midnight! They turn into ugly, scary monsters when you do that! And you REALLY can’t let them work on their tans because sunlight kills them! That’s really bad!
I’m glad I get to talk about Gremlins (by the way, my all-time favorite Christmas movie), but I’m going to not watch that at all. Instead, I’m gonna be watching one of the Gremlins ripoffs that flooded video stores after it hit big in the mid 80s. Of course, there’s Critters, which I will get a shot at talking about at the end of the year over at Film Seizure (which is a podcast I co-host). Continue reading “Munchies (1987)”
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)”
I’m gonna guess it doesn’t take too much to understand why I’m doing this movie, but, nonetheless, this week’s B-Movie Enema is a little 2014 “comedy” I found on Amazon Prime Video called After School Massacre.
I mean, the cover’s got the word “massacre” in the title. There’s a bloody knife. It’s got a shitty tagline of “Some students just don’t make the grade.” “After school” takes me back to the cheesy, but still classic, ABC Afterschool Specials that taught me the dangers of strangers and drugs and pregnancy. It looks like the killer committing the titular massacre is hiding under a bath towel… Or, wait, I guess he’s under the bed. Continue reading “After School Massacre (2014)”