It’s been a bit since I covered a movie from our friends at Vinegar Syndrome. So, let’s solve that with some good ol’ fashioned exploitation sleaze!
This week’s movie, Prime Evil, comes to us from director Roberta Findlay. In fact, this is part of a two-movie set from Vinegar Syndrome. The other movie, Lurkers, also comes from 1988 which also marks near the end of her directing career. Findlay is still alive today despite finishing her movie making career over 30 years ago. Interestingly enough, she really got her start in making adult films before getting into exploitation. Her first film, Take Me Naked, was made under the pseudonym Anna Riva when she was only 18 years old!
From the late 60s through the 70s and into the mid 80s, Findlay worked mostly in adult films, though she’d often team up with her husband in the 70s, Michael Findlay, for some more sleazy exploitation flicks like Snuff, a movie actually marketed as a for real snuff flick. I’m not sure you can get much sleazier than that. Continue reading “Prime Evil (1988)”
With The Secret Lives of Pets 2 now in theaters for the past month or so, I figured this is the right time to talk about another movie with “Pets” in the title that Louis C.K. should probably not be allowed near. And since I can’t seem to go 3 minutes without talking about a Vinegar Syndrome home video release, nor do I like to go 30 seconds without thinking about Candice Rialson, let’s just tie it all into one nice, neat bow with 1973’s Pets.
And if I get a little too out of hand, I’m sure Illumination can come in and remove me and ask for Patton Oswalt to fill in for me. Nah, just kidding. Just like Louis C.K. does so well himself when women are trapped in his hotel room, I’m just busting his balls. Continue reading “Pets (1973)”
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)”
Damn you, Vinegar Syndrome…
You release so many movies that I need to not only see, but also write about in near manic volume. This time around, not only do you have me at a movie that I remember seeing constantly at video stores in the 80s and 90s, but you also have me going all in on an anthology flick. This is new levels of villainy, VS.
But not only that, this week’s feature, Night Train to Terror, is infamously known as being among some of the hammiest and worst cinema could possibly offer. What’s curious is that this movie isn’t without some interesting people. There’s B-Movie awesome guy, Cameron Mitchell. That seems pretty solid. I’ve seen lots of his work. There’s also John Phillip Law. He was in Barbarella. Together, Law and Mitchell were in Space Mutiny! How could this possibly be bad? Continue reading “Night Train to Terror (1985)”
Okay. Admittedly, last week was a bit of a blunder in my Blue March theme month here at B-Movie Enema. However, can this week’s feature, Oriental Blue, do better? Can it improve upon the cockamamie doody bullfuck that was The Vixens of Kung Fu?
Well… I mean it kinda has to right? Right? Yes, it is made by the same guy, Bill Milling. Yes, it’s Asian-themed. Yes, there seems to be some form of prostitution afoot. But I can say it is a full 15 minutes longer. That has to mean something, right?
Right? Continue reading “Oriental Blue (1975)”
We’ve got two more weeks for Blue March and you know what we need? A vacation. Let’s head out to the mystical Orient to get some eastern eroticism.
We start by first checking in with The Vixens of Kung Fu.
Gee. I wonder why this one appeals to me. Vixens. Kung Fu. Yup, the math checks out. But it’s not only that, but it also has some sweet, sweet revenge. The movie is about a young prostitute getting brutally assaulted. She runs away and finds a secret group of hot ass kung fu masters. They train her and she gets her revenge all in a real tidy 70-minute package. Continue reading “The Vixens of Kung Fu (1975)”
Howdy Enemaniacs! Welcome back to the third feature in this month’s Blue March theme – Prisoner of Paradise!
For this entry, we’re bringing back a couple returning items. First, big daddy John Holmes is returning after taking a bow (among other things) in Dracula Sucks. We also travel back into the wild blue yonder of Nazisploitation – and I bet you are all real excited about that.
But, let me just say, you people are sick. You know how I know this? I know my blog’s stats. I know them well, I do. If I look at the top viewed posts, all FIVE of the movies marked with the “nazisploitation” tag rank in the top 13 posts. Then, on top of that, Dracula Sucks, the other released adult movie I’ve covered on this blog, also ranks in the top 10. The most viewed post at the time of this writing? The Lost Empire which has tits flopping all over the place in it. Continue reading “Prisoner of Paradise (1980)”
Blue March continues with not only another adult film, but an adult film directed by Anthony Spinelli. Spinelli was kind of known for his work in genres. Hey, it’s not just a prono, it’s a sci-fi/drama that deals with relationships and kinks and sexual inadequacy. This isn’t just a skin flick with a really hot redhead, it’s a film noir/crime drama type of movie too!
Dixie Ray Hollywood Star is the latter. We have a hot, but enigmatic redhead movie star, Dixie Ray, played by Lisa Deleeuw. She comes into contact (both figuratively and literally) with P.I. Nick Popodopolis, played by superstar adult actor John Leslie, who is caught up in a mystery after finding a dead woman on his floor.
Even better? This movie has the one, the only, Cameron Mitchell! Continue reading “Dixie Ray Hollywood Star (1983)”