Vintage Tuneage :: Everybody Better Be on Guard When the Flying Saucers Land.

Video courtesy of roddy76to86.

Yeah, good luck getting that out of
your head for the rest of the day.

The Rezillos:

Jo Callis (guitar), Hi-Fi Harris (guitar), Will Mysterious (sax),
Angel Patterson (drums), Dr D.K. Smythe (bass),
Fay Fife (vocals) Eugene Reynolds (vocals)

YouTube Finds :: Painting a Beautiful Picture in Your Mind's Ear!

If you have to fall down one of them YouTube holes I highly recommend you aim for Pat's Drive-In of the Damned Channel, where the spotlight shines bright on the lost art of radio adverts for whatever was heading to the big screen near you. Here's just a few examples of what you'll find lurking within:

Fan-damn-tastic. And there's a whole lot more ploits to ex waiting -- interviews, trailers and TV spots -- that are just one simple click away.

Recommendations :: Captain America: Turn on the Lights.

Back in the mid-1980's, when this ad first appeared, I thought this was, perhaps, the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas, and thus, was not really all that surprised when the production never went any further, really, than that ad. And with all the horror stories, runaway hubris, and mounting stupidity of The Thing that Would Not Die Before it Actually Kills Someone (a/k/a Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark) only reinforced that notion that super-heroes and musicals do not and should not mix -- until I caught Joe Johnston's Captain America last night.


I never in a million years would have predicted that this movie, post-transformation, would spend a ten to fifteen minute interval focusing on a hilarious barnstorming musical revue/bond drive where Cap spent the day punching Hitler in the face in front of a chorus line of high-kicking Busby Berkeley beauties to a hideously infectious diddy about the Star-Spangled Man with the Plan (written by Alan Menken) that has me shaking my head, and smiling like a blissed-out idiot, to head back to the chalkboard to rethink things for awhile on this whole super-hero musical thing. Just one of the many reasons that make Captain America a total blast and the most fun I've had at the movies in a long, long time.

Update :: The Humongous and Other '80s Gonzoidal Classics Coming to DVD.

Ask and ye shall receive, apparently.

Thank you, Scorpion Releasing! I see a few Uncut and Remastered tags on several of the DVDs so here's hoping for some decent prints. (And I look forward to finally getting my hands on a copy of the non-Shatner Incubus.) Looks like they'll be getting the Elvira treatment with introductions from host Katarina (-- honestly no clue who that is but I look forward to getting acquainted), yet I'm fairly certain they'll be no added effects or pop-ups during the film. (I hope.) Also of note, Humongous will contain a commentary track by director Paul Lynch and screenwriter William Gray. (Better and better.) Looks like the first wave of releases will be hitting sometime in September, with The Devil Within Her and Final Exam. No official word yet when Humongous will hit the streets, but I've waited this long so I can wait a little while longer (as long as this line doesn't dry-up and disappear like so many titles for Code Red did.)

Trailer Park :: I Been Canuxploitated :: The Humongous is Among Us!

On Labor Day weekend back in 1946, while her father entertains several guests at their isolated island retreat, young Ida Parsons is culled from the reverie and then assaulted and raped by some drunken reprobate. But justice comes swiftly as the Parsons' prized German Shepherds answer their lady's distress calls and tear the rapist to shreds. Now, some forty years later, legend has it that the traumatized Ida never left the island after that, and, to keep her privacy, allowed her dogs to roam free as way of saying "Keep the hell off." And this legend is verified as fact when a boating accident leaves a group of teenagers marooned on the Parsons' Island. But is it the feral dogs that keep picking them off, one by one, or is it something far more sinister lurking in the dark...

Video courtesy of TrashTrailers.

Now that is one damned fine trailer. Okay, so, Humongous was (director ) Paul Lynch and (screenwriter) William Gray's follow up to the Canuxploitation classic, Prom Night (1980). And I know Humongous is often categorized as a slasher movie, too, but, even though it does carry a lot of the familiar earmarks of that genre, I'm here to tell you it isn't. Nope. What we have, here, is a bona fide monster movie on our hands, folks; and the killer is no more a slasher than the Frankenstein Monster or the Midwich Cuckoos. In fact, the film probably owes more to Scooby-Doo than Sean S. Cunningham as there is a fairly decent mystery presented as our shipwreck survivors explore the island and discover clues as to what is really out there, in the woods, baying at the moon. That, and the fact that there is no sexual or moral element to the killings is pretty unique, too, despite the Spam in a Cabin-Cruiser origins of the victims. I mean ... Even a monster's gotta eat, right?


At this point I'll also make a confession. I haven't seen all of Humongous. I watched all of it, sure; but I've only actually seen part of it. Unavailable on DVD and way, way too expensive on OOP'd VHS, I did manage to find and download two different gray-market versions but both were nth generation dubs that were so washed out all the night scenes left you staring at a black screen with a few amorphous shapes floating around.


And, sadly, about 60% of the movie takes place at night. But! Some of the scenes in the trailer are so much clearer and brighter I still hold out hope to find a better copy someday. Or, better yet, consider this a cry in the dark for an official DVD release. C'mon, folks, there's a pretty good movie lurking in there that I, and many others, are just dying to see.


Humongous (1982) Humongous Productions-Avco Embassy / EP: Michael Stevenson / P: Anthony Kramreither / D: Paul Lynch / W: William Gray / C: Brian R.R. Hebb / E: Nick Rotundo / S: Janet Julian, David Wallace, John Wildman, Joy Boushel, Layne Coleman

Positively Lewdicrous :: A 15 Vid-Cap Look at Harry Novak's Monster-Nudie, Kiss Me Quick (1964)

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"Kiss your what?!?"
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Bored with their asexual lifestyle, the elders of the all male planet Buttless decide to send an emissary to the planet Earth so he can investigate the indigenous creatures known as the female. And so, the emissary in question, a hapless boob by the name of Sterilox (Coe -- doing a passable Stan Laurel impersonation), is teleported into the secret lair of Dr. Breedlove (Gardens -- doing a bizarre mash-up of Bela Lugosi, Peter Lorre and Peter Sellers' errant right hand), a man of maniacal mad science, who majored in aphrodisiacs, apparently. Anyways, Breedlove does his best to educate his dense alien friend on the fine art of the female form by giving him a tour of his mansion, each room filled to overflowing with the target in question. Zingers fly, and brassieres disappear. Followed by more stripping, dancing, and a lotta ogling, punctuated by visits from Dracula, the Mummy, and an extended cameo by Frankenstein's Monster; thus proving once again, some movies can actually be as insane as they sound.

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"In an era when almost anything sexual could be considered obscene it was the logical outgrowth of both the burlesque film and the nudist camp movies of the 1950's. The result was a sex film without any sex. They were called Nudie-Cuties and they were undoubtedly the stupidest films on the face of the earth."

-- Frank Henenlotterxxxx

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Here it is, the film on which sexploitation pioneer Harry Novak's Box Office International empire was built. And while I do agree with Mr. Henenlotter that most Nudie-Cuties are pretty dumb and awfully tedious to sit through that is so not the case with Kiss Me Quick. This thing is so weird and so demented and so ... boggling of mind that I kept cracking up through the whole thing. Of course, all that beautiful eye-candy to gawk at doesn't hurt this slapdash production; and it doesn't hurt to have Lazlo Kovacs (who was also shooting for Ray Dennis Steckler at the time) behind the camera, whose set-ups and angles aren't shy at all and gets you up close and personal with all the curves and contours of Breedlove's beauties. And how in the hell did Novak get that Monster past Universal's rabid trademark lawyers is one of cinema's greatest mysteries. Also, good luck in getting those rocking Nudie Watusi riffs out of your head once the film ends (provided by The Gallstones -- most likely the house-band of the Gayety, co-producer Gardens' very own L.A. burlesque theater). Add it all up and you've got something that is a lot more silly than sleazy but most folks will probably just find it irredeemably stupid. Not me, though. And if you have to see one Nudie-Cutie to make your life complete, then Kiss Me Quick is just what the doctor ordered.

Other points of interest:

More History on the Nudie-Cutie with a
review of House on Bare Mountain.

Kiss Me Quick (1964) Fantasy Films-Box Office International / P: Harry Novak, Max Gardens / D: Peter Perry Jr. / W: Peter Perry Jr. / C: Laszlo Kovacs / S: Max Gardens, Frank A. Coe, Natasha, Jackie De Witt, Claudia Banks