Every now and then a movie suddenly finds its audience. Take The Rocky Horror Picture Show, for example. Sure, it didn’t find that audience immediately, but within a couple years of release, the mega fans were showing up at midnight showings in costume and so forth. With the advent of home video and the explosion of home entertainment via cable and a video rental store in almost every strip mall as well as even grocery stores, movies that didn’t do so well in theaters suddenly had a second life.
Then comes this curious little direct-to-video movie called Tammy and the T-Rex. Aside from it featuring two very young, and very pretty future stars in Denise Richards and Paul Walker, it was relatively overlooked as a low budget teenage romantic comedy.
However, in recent years, it’s been rediscovered… Continue reading “Tammy and the T-Rex (1994/2019)”
It’s time to check back in with ol’ Brett Piper.
Many of you may remember that just earlier this year, his They Bite was my 150th B-Movie Enema article. It had much fanfare surrounding that momentous occasion. I had balloons. I had ice cream cake. It was good times. No one celebrated with me and I just sat there covered in balloons eating a giant ice cream cake all by myself, but, nonetheless, it was a grand time. Just sitting there. Contemplating my life. Crying into my DQ cake.
Good times. Continue reading “Battle for the Lost Planet (1985)”
It’s time to get back into the works of one Norman J. Warren.
Think back to earlier this year when I discussed the movie Terror. This was about a witch cursing a family that ultimately leads to both cousins having to deal with some freaky shit around them. This time around, we don’t have a set of long-lost cousins, but instead with Prey, we have a pair of lesbians that live in a remote area of England dealing with an alien with a voracious hunger.
Now, when I intro-ed Terror, I made some observations about Warren’s work. Specifically, I wanted to call out certain ideas that he would have and then mix them with other ideas to create this very strange mixture of characters or situations for his movies. In fact, allow me to quote myself from that article: Continue reading “Prey (1977)”
The 1990s saw a leap in technology. From 1990 to 1999, the leaps in percentages in the number of households that had computers or word processors of some sort year over year showed that advancements in computer technology took it from the magical boxes that movies told us could almost do anything in previous decades to something that might show up in dens of every house on any street in America. By the mid-90s, the internet would connect people all over the world which, thanks to its capabilities to gather information, at the very least, changed the way students would work on homework and term papers. Either way, with each slight advancement from word processing power to internet to faster internet to shopping, etc., computers started taking over our every day lives.
With the computer industry making those leaps and bounds, naturally Hollywood wanted to cash in on the hype, or the potential terror, of advanced technology at everyone’s fingertips. That’s where this week’s B-Movie Enema, Brain Twisters, comes in. Continue reading “Brain Twisters (1991)”
Here’s a recipe for a B-Movie Enema feature: One part The Most Dangerous Game, two parts 80s, a couple bimbos, one whole Charles Band, and a whole heapin’ helpin’ of silly sci-fi. This is what Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity are made of.
And I’m gonna tell you all about it this week!
First off, I want to admit that the title definitely caught my eye, though I’m sure I’ve heard of this before. Full Moon Direct often has lots of sales on their website. It’s why you’ve seen me cover more from Band’s company over the past couple months. What’s great is that I have more to come too! But another thing I definitely appreciate about this movie is that it isn’t horsin’ around. It’s 74 minutes, wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. Continue reading “Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity (1987)”
Following up on a movie I covered at the end of last year, Space Babes from Outer Space, let’s take a look at what’s likely its most direct influence, 1993’s Beach Babes from Beyond.
Beach Babes from Beyond comes to us from schlockmeister David DeCoteau who, quite frankly, I could have an entire spin-off blog about. I own both this and its sequel thanks to Full Moon Features who distributes the series on DVD. If this layered pedigree of DeCoteau and Full Moon ain’t enough for you, well… Then the cast should also be enough to make you realize this movie is loaded with talent. First, we have Linnea Quigley who is just a treat whenever you can see her in her prime years of the mid 80s through the mid 90s. If that ain’t enough for ya, we have royal lineage of Joe Estevez (THE Estevez of the family), Don (who needs Patrick when you got Don) Swayze, Joey Travolta (the name speaks for itself), and the matriarchal Jaqueline Stallone.
Fucking shit, that’s some serious pedigree there. Continue reading “Beach Babes from Beyond (1993)”
Let’s get back into some good ol’ fashioned weirdo 80s horror, courtesy of Vinegar Syndrome! I swear, 2019 should just be called “The Year of Vinegar Syndrome” for B-Movie Enema. Looking back and ahead, I’ve got so many VS titles on my calendar, I should start asking for official sponsorship!
This time around, it is the French-produced, shot in Florida Nightmare Weekend from 1985. Apparently, we’ve got ourselves something special here – head explosions, softcore sex, bikers, rollerskating, telepathic puppet… And Dale Midkiff of Pet Sematary fame. Just when I thought I would be all in with weirdo horror movie made in Florida, the weirdo horror movie of a state, you had to toss all the rest of that jazz into it, too? Continue reading “Nightmare Weekend (1985)”
I, the fine folks behind B-Movie Enema, would like to finally give into the base need and absolute expectation of all my friends to finally spend a month talking about blue movies. We’re going to start with the big budget 1978 movie, SexWorld, directed by Anthony Spinelli.
Whether you call these flicks porn, titty flicks, smut, stag films, skin flicks, erotica, filth, dirt, obscenity, or x-rated material, I feel like this is where my life and my blog has come to a… er… well, head. The decision to do this theme month was made over six months ago when the good people of Vinegar Syndrome had a big ol’ blue sale where they were selling X-rated flicks for, like, half off or something. I decided to get a stack of these movies so I can accept my destiny as “that guy” who watches “ever increasing smutty movies to keep writing about them.” Continue reading “SexWorld (1978)”