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 other great thing about the high quality shit you get here at B-Movie Enema is that Halloween is always a bonus episode. So today, we’re getting back to our regular Friday stuff.
Here we are, one day after Halloween. I know of at least 47 movies called “Halloween” starring some dude named Freddy Michael Jason Hellraiser. I don’t know any movie ever called November First. But I do know of a movie called Snapshot.
Which is also called One More Minute.
Which also goes by the title The Day After Halloween. Continue reading “Snapshot (aka The Day After Halloween, 1979)”
One of the big announcements from Vinegar Syndrome last year came as they were prepping for their big Black Friday Sale. This sale is big time stuff for people who are in more forgotten, deep cut horror and sleaze. They like to make sure they have one big title they can bring people to the site for. It makes sense, right? Your biggest event of the year, you better have something big to make it worth while.
Well, the movie they were putting all their hopes on to get that attention for their event is what I’m gonna talk about today – 1988’s Cutting Class. By all accounts, this is a tongue-in-cheek take on the common tropes of 80s slashers. It’s self-aware while not claiming to be a comedy. It came out at an interesting time too… 1988 is getting pretty late in the popularity of the horror subgenre that is the slasher. It’s not long before the 90s came in and effectively killed the “dumb kids doing dumb things and get murdered by some guy with a schtick” vibe of the routine, but fun, weekend video store rental.
What’s more, this movie happens to star a super massive, giant, Hollywood celebrity… Continue reading “Cutting Class (1988)”
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)”