Oh baby, we’re back to some sweet, sweet blaxploitation!
There are few in the sub-genre of blaxploitation that are as highly regarded as Melvin Van Peebles’ Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song. It carries the distinction of being included as part of the permanent collection of The Museum of Modern Art. It’s also the first to be labeled as “blaxploitation”. So if you want to go back to the beginning of the phenomenon, well, you can’t go back further than this. Continue reading “Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song (1971)”
This week’s B-Movie Enema comes from the dawn of the glorious decade known as the 1980s. It’s the focus of every soft rock radio station’s weekend format. It’s the predominating style of music on all mainstream movies’ soundtrack albums. It’s the decade I visit the most by far.
And because The Hearse is a 1980 horror movie, famed movie critic Roger Ebert called it an idiot plot movie. It’s his saying for a movie in which all the characters in the plot have to be idiots. Now, I’m not saying that Roger Ebert is a snob and grossly underestimates the average horror movie, but most horror movie fans like this movie. Probably because they are idiots and they really like idiot plots. Continue reading “The Hearse (1980)”
It’s been a bit since I had a good old fashioned vampire movie covered on this blog. In fact, vampires have been covered more than any other topic here at B-Movie Enema. But you know what I haven’t covered nearly enough of on this site?
Smutty smutty, sexy smut.
Yeah, I’ve had fish rape and boobies and various sexual situations and even teenage guy shenanigans. But I’ve not gone full porno. Let’s rectify (*snicker*)… that situation. Knowing I am venturing into full porno and my history with vampires, we have 1978’s Dracula Sucks, directed by Phillip Marshack and starring AVN Hall of Fame inductee Jamie Gillis. Continue reading “Dracula Sucks (1978)”
Aw shit yeah, Enamaniacs. I have a very good feeling about this week’s B-Movie Enema.
Looking back on Black Friday 2017, I excitedly took advantage of a massive sale on the Vinegar Syndrome website. One of the movies I was excited to pick up was The Muthers. The reasons were plentiful.
For one, it looked like a pretty sweet action movie with ladies takin’ over boats and blowing shit up and stuff. I felt it was likely going to have a blaxploitation slant, and I think you all know how I feel about that sub-genre. It also was starring some pretty hot ladies. I think you all know how I feel about that topic too. That’s not all, I think almost all these chicks have been in Playboy. So, there’s that too. It’s also a “women in prison” flick that was pretty popular in the 70s and into the 80s. But it allowed me to cross another thing off the ol’ checklist – Filipino sleaze. Continue reading “The Muthers (1976)”
Hooray! I’m gonna watch more exploitation from the 70s! This makes me very happy. And why shouldn’t I feel that way? Look at the poster to the left for this week’s feature, Malibu High. Look at the comely lady sunbathing toplessly with that smile that almost says, “Look what I got myself into this time… I’m such a fun gal!”
And what did she get herself into? Well, it looks like a bunch of various types of guys in the background are looking on. Because they are drawn in caricature while she is drawn in photo realism, I’m guessing these guys are gonna be a bunch of rapscallions that will be either scolding our luscious leading lady Kim (played by Jill Lansing), or they will be chasing after her like sex-crazed juveniles hoping she’ll spend a night with them in the ol’ sack. Continue reading “Malibu High (1979)”
“GIT BACK JACK – GIVE HIM NO JIVE… HE IS THE BAAAD’EST CAT IN ’75”
Here’s a perfect example of spectacular marketing at work. I mean… You’ve got a rhyme that uses the word “jive”. Not to mentioned “bad” has two extra A’s for effect. And this fella is a cat. I like cats.
Also, this is a fuckin’ for real 1970s blaxploitation action flick with crime and racists cops and a fuckin’ pimp.
The Candy Tangerine Man is a favorite of the genre for Quentin Tarantino (becauseofcourseitis) and Samuel L. Jackson (because he’s a bad motherfucker). The former stating that the director, Matt Cimber, made some of his more favorite films. I think it is also extremely important to discuss Mr. Cimber. Continue reading “The Candy Tangerine Man (1975)”
Have you got the summertime blues? Has the heat gotten to you? Well, I’m here with a big bowl of ice cream served up from none other than the Ice Cream Man himself – Clint Howard.
The 90s saw a slew of direct-to-video horrors that seem to feature a lot of gross shit on the cover. I mean look at that ice cream cone Clint Howard is holding on the cover of that VHS box. That’s some seriously gross shit. It also featured lots of… how do I say this nicely… odd… looking… actors. Clint Howard, a man born for b-movies, Larry Drake, who very convincingly played a mentally handicapped man on TV, Warwick Davis as a Leprechaun, but not that he’s weird looking per ce, but he’s a little person, and, in the 90s, that was all it took… Continue reading “Ice Cream Man (1995)”