The Girl in Room 2A: A Review in Hell

What kind of movie would you expect from the guy who directed the movie The Smut Peddler? Porn? Hard or Soft? This ain't ice cream folks. This is cinema and this director is William Rose. The movie we're here to discuss is The Girl in Room 2A and boy do we have a few things to talk about; most of those things involve naked women being tortured relentlessly by an individual in a red super hero type costume complete with cape. This isn't porn. This is giallo; the Italian gift to the curious, the intrigued and the horny, but don't unzip your fly just yet.


Synopsis:
Mondo Macabro presents a terrifying tale of a young girl who moves into a boarding house run by a kindly older woman, only to discover that the place has a dark and sinister past. Young girls and pretty girls seem to disappear without trace. Where they go and what happens to them is the dreadful secret of The Girl in Room 2A.

Mondo Macabro puts out some of my favorite exploitation, cult classic and horror flicks. I recently reviewed Don't Open Until Christmas and love their presentation. Nothing short of excellent here. The transfer is great. The special features are for fans boys and girls although I'm always looking for more more more. The packaging is classic; why ruin a great thing. There's a nice written bio, but we would always prefer a video bio.

Tech specifics for you freaks and geeks out there:
NTSC All Region
Brand new anamorphic transfer from negative
Interview with actress Daniel Giordano
Brand New English subtitles
Extensive production notes
Mondo Macabro previews
English/Italian Language options
1.66 Anamorphic Widescreen

Now on to the actual review of the flick itself. As previously mentioned this whole thing centers around torturing and killing women in somewhat unusual and most definitely violent ways perpetrated by a person wearing a red super hero outfit (or reasonable facsimile there of). It's kind of like watching The Bloody Pit of Horror featuring the Crimson Executioner with less oil and fewer rippling muscles. If you like one you'll certainly like the other. I guess you could think of The Girl in Room 2A as a more mature version of The Bloody Pit of Horror. It did have nearly a decade to grow up after all.

 What Girl in Room 2A has over The Bloody Pit of Horror is intrigue. Mystery. That's the giallo in it. When you want a mystery you either turn to Angela Landsbury, Perry Mason or you find a movie from Italy that's a little more "yellow" than the rest. William Rose may be from New York, but The Girl in Room 2A is giallo through and through. shot in Italy and with some of the finer attributes of the Italian thrillers.  That's not to say this is my favorite of the genre. Rose is no Bava or Martino, but he's got the right idea.

Berto Pisano concocts a rather good score. That's half the battle with this genre. You've also got the infamous still frame ending where the picture keeps moving until the last frame where the image is held ad infinitum. The Italian title cards give the film that authenticate Euro Trash vibe but declare that it may be a bit more sophisticated than your average second stage giallo.

You can pick it up from DiabolikDVD HERE for less than $20. Isn't that worth the price of seeing naked woman tortured and then thrown off a cliff. What if I told you the alternate title was The Strange Habit of Mrs. Grant? Fits right in there with the Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh. Make it a double feature.

-Dr. Terror

Note: Herschel Gordon Lewis himself would be proud of the choice of blood color in this film. I'm a sucker for Crayola.

Also, continue to follow the Giallo Challenge we've been undertaking since January. We're gonna watch every single giallo movie ever made. 274 movies in all (on the list we chose out of many). You've Got Yellow On You!

You've Got Yellow On You: Terrore, Spring Break and a Smile

I ain't heard no fat lady! I've got more giallo than I can shake a stick at and only one problem... Not enough time in the day to do all the reviews you demand and still keep up the pace of the challenge. I hope I actually get through all 274 movies this year. Only one thing to do... marathon. Soon. I smell a night or two no the couch with a bottle o' Jolt cola and a pizza pie.

I've been hunting down some pretty obscure stuff and I'm not gonna lie, not all of the films that I've found are in English. Now that's not a problem. I find that by reading up on the plot points of the movie and knowing some basic Spanish (Spanish?) you can usually figure out the Who Done It mystery your watching. If you can't, well there's always the cinematography to focus on. No cinematography? Bring on the boobs. No boobs? Pray for the kill.

Here's what we've been viewing this week:



WELCOME TO SPRING BREAK:  Hey look it's John Saxon. I don't think he gets enough credit among the lay people for his work in the giallo genre. I love that this film pays an homage to Jaws with a fake shark. The deaths are classic, so is the killer's motorcycle helmet. The film has got great energy and has all the makings of an 80's sex comedy with the added bonus of a few electrocution deaths that make up for any films you don't like by Umberto Lenzi. One of my favorites.



DEATH SMILES ON A MURDERER: This movie is boring at times, but it's got some really strong points. Let's start by saying that Klaus Kinski is in the motherfuckin' house. Directed by Joe D'Amato... Hells yeah. Some damn fine lesbians. I love the corpse mask and the chase through the necropolis. Nothin' says lovin' like a double shot gun blast to the face with perfect cheese ball gore.  The music ain't half bad.



FORBIDDEN PHOTOS OF A WOMAN ABOVE SUSPICION:  This movie surprised the shit out of me. I had a very bad feeling from a giallo that would play on Netflix on Demand, but it lived up to it's fun/elongated title. The music is by Ennio. It's beautifully shot with a great story and some genuine creep outs. I love the use of a knife on a stick.



GIRL IN ROOM 2A: I'll be doing a full review for this shortly because Mondo Macabro sent me this and they're the fuckin' jam! Briefly: H.G. Lewis would be proud of the blood/gore combo. Long live the Crimson Executioner Jr. (Stay tuned for the full review).

24 ORE DI TERROR: I had to watch this one in Italian. It was in black and white and the quality was pretty poor. This is what gangs were like before the Godfather. It's an early thriller and somewhat dull. Formulaic. I love the black sunglasses and the screaming is very William Castle. He'd be proud. Is leaving on a plane at the end of a thriller a giallo thing or is it a throw back to Casablanca?



AUTOPSY: I couldn't care less about the plot of this flick. Nope. The gore was too damn fun. Iconic Italian Gore. It's the reason I fell in love with Italian cinema. The music is Ennio. The director is Armando Crispino. The film is worth watching whether you love traditional giallo or whether you like trash cinema. In the last couple of weeks I think I learned a few things about fornication.

Keep tuning in to see what we're watching and how it's emotional harming me. I have tear drop boobs burned into the back of my retinas. I can almost speak Italian. My breath smells like Campari. Chao!

-Dr. Terrore

EXIT 101: An Indy Splatter Cinema Education

We love to see movies from independent filmmakers that leave us with a big bloody taste in our mouth. I can safely say that Exit 101 had me feeling as though I just had some minor dental surgery performed and the orthodontist accidentally scratched my brain. I assure you that's a compliment. While it suffers from some pacing issues and a some dialogue that could use fine tuning Doug Cole and Joseph Lavender have brought forth a bloody fine effort.

I like to think of this movie as a little Street Trash meets zombie with a touch of Dead Alive. What's it all about? 

Synopsis:

Lakeshear was a quite rural town where nothing ever happened... until now. A group of college friends unknowingly uncover a hidden biochemical serum that turns anything that comes in contact with it into a mindless killer. The seven friends must figure out how to stop it before it destroy their town.

So it's not quite a zombie film and nobody's serving up Viper on tap or on the rocks. It's got a little bit of each. The biochemical serum is a beautiful shade of slime that one of the friends ingests on a dare. Wouldn't we all take that dare? Hell, I gargled gasoline during me tenure as a gas station attendant. Worse of advise: Don't take stupid dares involving putting toxic chemicals in your body unless you get more than a stick of chewing gum, a bottle of Nestea and a couple pieces of KFC to wash it down. Also note that in the event that you gargle gasoline you can get ride of the residue with a bucket of KFC. The whole thing opens up with plenty of fun imagery that almost sets the pace for this every-teen-for-themselves flick.

Then it slows down a bit. It's called plot. Sometimes it just gets in the way of films that want to be great big gore fests. Exit 101 wants to be less intellectual. It wants to be more visual and it doesn't want to have to explain itself, but it nearly dies trying. The film slows down to a crawl and up until the strange bio-zombie, bite-rape sequence (watch the movie to see if you can better explain that sequence), you're waiting for the film to end abruptly. Thank the fucking world it doesn't. It picks up the pace and gets down to being the splatter flick that nature intended. When you hit the party and everyone's dolled up, get ready for the fun to begin. Just remember, it's not always important to build a better zombie or zombie equivalent. Sometimes zombies and the like just need to rip shit up.

One of the things my readers know  that I'm big on is the consistency of the blood used in a film. Are we talking Crayola red paint or drippy drippy strawberry syrup from IHOP. This blood is bat shit red. It reminds me of the color from the posters of the original Blob. It's gooey and gets on everything. There are plenty of great opportunities to see it shed. From a fan dismemberment (every film should have one) to the torso splatter shot, the good folks behind the effects of Exit 101 deliver. We're not talking the complete Dead Alive package. You may not have a lawnmower, but you've got a chainsaw.




Exit 101 is really about growing up. It's about the trials and tribulations of being young and peer pressure and yadda yadda yadda... it's about the fucking bloody, gore goodness at the end. Exit 101 will be brought to you by Chemical Burn and it's a Chemcial Burn film that shows off the talents of some filmmakers who have the prowess to do some great things. Look for more real soon. The Legend of Seven Toe Maggie is in the funding stage. Get the money out of your piggie bank and put it to good use. Hit up their Indiegogo page HERE. We'll keep you in the know as we get the good word.

-Dr. Terror... pimping the indy scene to get my cut.

You've Got Yellow On You: The Giallo Challenge Lives!!!

We had hit a road block recently in the Giallo Challenge. I was having difficulty getting movies from Netflix so I turned to the internet to being purchasing movies. When I couldn’t even find some for sale I quickly turned to my FaceBook buddies who gave me some great advice about where to look. The challenge lives on for now. Sorry if I frightened anyone into thinking that we might end this endeavor early. You don’t write a horror related blog without being just a little dramatic.

This week had a few great films although I’d say lesser known in the grand scheme of things. One of my favorite moments in the challenge thus far was a brief discussion with the writer of Tomb It May Concern writer David Z. David is an Italian movie aficionado. His brain is filled to the brim with jungle bush and leather gloves. Make sure to go check out his blog HERE. There are so many great photo spreads, movie reviews and recollections of the Italian persuasion. Truly a master of writing and one of my favorite things to read on the toilet (kidding? Not sure… make sure to knock).  Also make sure you stop by and pick up David’s book HERE. It's called Tough to Kill Vol. 1.  This is a bible for fan boys and girls of Italian action cinema.  

The  issue in question was whether the giallo genre was closer to Skinamax aka softcore pornography than horror. My argument was that the plot seemed ancillary to gratuitous boob shots and that the violence level weren’t up to par for a horror flick. He responded that there are genres in Italian cinema that are much closer to softcore. Gialli are thrillers. Even American films have the boob and sex show in their thrillers/detective stories. More true words have not been spoken and we thank each and every boob that grazed the silver screen. I think that my conception of giallo pre challenge was skewed by some of the more popular works/directors. People like Argento, Fulci and Martino did use a fair amount of violence to tell their tale; Same level of nudity, but more gore. I have adjusted my conception of the genre accordingly and will enjoy the skin and the groovy prog rock. 

Now for this week’s watch list: 

Murder Rock: I haven’t enjoyed 80’s work out outfits this much since Friday the 13^th part IV. The music is perfectly strange with 80’s sensibilities. My gripe: the kills are kinda boring. Every once in awhile I wonder what Lucio Fulci is doing when he directs a movie like this, but then I remember that movie making was about the bottom line for him. It’s all about the Benjamins which is just fine as long as you’re making an entertaining film. 

Death Walks at Midnight: It’s nice to see some gore and quality kills in a giallo picture. I’ve noticed more often than not that this style of film is quite different than the sum of the popular director’s who have given it a name in to us horror dorks. Good music. Not entirely boring. 

Amuck: I love the way movies in the 70’s and 80’s tried to tackle the subject of ESP. It’s one of the topics featured in Phenomenon with great success. This movie doesn’t exactly thrill me, but it isn’t the worst the challenge has seen. Stick around for the lesbian shots and ample boobage. You won’t be disappointed.  

Delirium- Photo of Gioia: My pick of the week and maybe the best giallo I’ve seen this month. Where to begin… let’s start with the best credit sequence featuring pictures of a most attractive nudie then take that credit sequence and fill the flick with almost and hour and half of the same. For the 80’s skin mag fan in all of this, this Lamberto Bava classic does the trick. The POV kills sequences are well executed with changes of color to let you know just how fucking mad this person is. Add in topless women with insect heads getting swarmed by bees and you have some of the best kills in the entire challenge. Keep your eyes out for the mummy photo shoot with the voluptuous topless girl. It’s worth watching the entire movie just for that image. Didn’t Girls and Corpses do something like that recently?

The next time we get together it will be very much like Mr. Rodgers. You'll have things you'll want to talk about. I ... Will... Too.

-Dr. Terror

MONSTER-MANIA 21: The Night I Met Stacey Nelkin

MonsterMania XXI has come and gone. It was my second MM and only my third horror movie convention. Going into this one I finally knew what to expect from a dealer room, celebreties and the kind of crowds that an event like this might draw. That doesn't mean that its any less awe inspiring when you get in the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Cherry Hill, NJ among the sweaty, scary rabble that is our beloved horror community. We form lines that the folks at Disney World can barely dream of. We spend money fast and furious; the same way that heroin addicts fill up their veins. Instead we fill napsacks, empty our wallets and collect memories. It's not quite our Super Bowl really. It's not even the play offs to use a metaphor that I may have misued in the past. Horror conventions are the bars of from which we watch the big game. It's our melting pot. Where we come together to talk trash and share moments.

Here's a little recap of some of the moments that I shared (or didn't get to share) with some of the finest people I feel ever so honor to have met, some more famous or infamous than others. There's the whole god damn thing.

The night before MM21 I decided I would prepare. IT'S WAR afterall. I charged the cameras, bought some sharpies (just in case). I picked up my traditional beverage of choice, Rockstar Energy Drink. Sugar Free. White Can. Then I found my bag of pins from the last couple conventions I attended and attached them to my new "convention sack". I even put on a few Halloween trinkets. It would be like my armor and I would make sure that I was ready to actually get a few autographs, a few pictures and have a place to store all my purchases. I planned on going DVD crazy this time around. My collection had been twindling in recent years with a wedding, new house and newborn baby at home. I have a wishlist a mile long.

Woke up feeling good after a night of rather limited sleep. Before big days like this I tend to feel socially anxious. I don't sleep as well as I should. I have nightmares. Anxiety dreams. I wake up too early expecting to have missed my alarm. Not this time though. I hopped into my car and listened to the Liberal Dead podcasts, DEAD AIR. I was working on writing up. After a few hearty laughs I called a buddy of mine to tell him that I was dorking out proper. He was hardly surprised. Horror nerds don't hide well. I finally pulled up in front of the hotel, found my parking at Lockheed Martin which always feel just a little bit hypocritical given my anti military industrial complex stance (at least I was abusing their parking spot).

Walking in I saw the red Plymouth Fury, Christine, covered up, not ready to look pretty for the cameras. I love that damn car. When I was a kid I used to read the book while my dad and I would take road trips or trips to visit my dad in the hospital. I would ask him about the song lyrics in the book and we'd discuss some of the more obscure language that a child might not know. It was a heartening moment. Me and the bitch. I loved it even though she still had all her clothes on. I'd catch up with her later for a brief photo op. I'm not paying to take a picture with a fucking car. It's bad enough I have to drop coin to stand next to my heroes.


I waited online for the bathroom only to discover it was not a bathroom line. I think it was the line to get in, but seeing as I already had my wristband I made my way past some familiar faces after some pleasant conversations. You know those Rockstar energy drinks are famous for filling your bladder fast. It had been a long drive. I was amazed that the same groups of performers were around each convention. I really should take more pictures of them or with them even though I'm sure you can find the pics anywhere on the net or on the convention site. The guy with the white creature make up on the stilts, he just creeps me out. He's the reason I can't bring my stepdaughter to these kinds of these. The Killer Klown would have probably sent her out the door screaming. It was nice to see Freddy Krueger and the Predator. I even saw a guy who looked like Rob Zombie which was unexpected but delightful. I always think that walking around a swanky hotel should always feel this homey. Costumes aren't just for Halloween.


The table layout was relatively the same as last MonsterMania. Toy vendors up front alongside the photographs of featured celebs for sale for signing at a handsome price. Right around the corner was Kristy Jett and the Fright Rags gang. Tim and Ben Scrivens were right there. I had actually seen them before and it was an absolute pleasure to meet them again. I'm a huge fan of the t-shirt company, but I'm more a fan of them as people. Genuinely good natured  They're the horrors fans who have helped make many a dream possible by first making their own dream possible. They're the best of the best of the best of the horror community. You support these folks because they make the best damn quality shirt out there, but they make the best damn friends out there as well. The Fright Rags crew was promoting a special line of Nightmare on Elm Street related shirts. They sold well, and while I didn't purchase mine at MM, I bought it online later once it was made available. Phantom Prowler #1, here I come!

Beyond that were a few vendor tables who were selling some comics and mags. Couldn't find the Gorezone with maskless Jason Voorhees on the cover. I want to stumble upon it rather than buy it on Amazon or Ebay, but I'm still luckless. It's only a matter of time, but just not this time. I'm a magazine hound. I'd collect them all if I could. After meandering through the cardboard boxes I quickly enamored myself in the task of DVD purchases.

DiabolikDVD is the place to go for your obscure horror/exploitation finds. There's some seriously amazing things to discover. The owners are intelligent and friendly. They'll make sure you get your education while browsing through the media. I didn't pick up quite as many obscure finds as I thought I would. I was actually more concerned with supporting them by filling in some serious gaps in my collection. My Bloody Valentine, A Paul Naschy Double Feature, Night of the Werewolf and Vengence of the Zombies, Monster Squad and HG Lewis's Blood Trilogy on Blu Ray. Night of the Scarecrow (that I've never fucking seen) and Martyrs (so the family can watch) on DVD. There were a number of special editions I was looking at buying and I'll get to them in time, but for right now... the essentials.

After DiabolikDVD I took a run at VHSPS, the VHS Preservation Society. These people are truly doing the Devil's work and I mean that as the sincerest form of a compliment. These are the guys I want to grow old with, sitting on the front porch of a house with walls lined in cardboard boxes filled with magnetic tape. I picked a bundle of films from them. I'll be starting a new feature over at The Liberal Dead called It Came From Nineteen Eighty X. This will be a VHS and 80's related column for the most part. Think retro everything. Quite a few of the features will come directly out of this haul. See the pictured releases. Can't believe I own a copy of Mortuary after all these years. Also just read a short feature on The Brain... clearly a must see flick. More soon. These guys have great specials. If they're at the your con, you buy from them ok? Sure there are others like them, but none they have a bad ass logo and know their shit.

I ran the gamut of the vender room. This meant picking up my Friday the 13th mask of the year. This time around I went part 3's mask. It's the first one and it looks pristine. Can't wait to keep collecting them. I hope to display them on mannequin heads some day. Also met up with the genius behind WarFear. Metals finest. Look for a new album and coming tour. They're Return of the Living Dead themed metal album is a thing of beauty.

I'll be doing a feature some time soon on a little film called Mary Horror. This film first came to my attention in a local newspaper article brought to me by a coworker. She said that it immediately made her think of me. That made me happy. These are som local Jersey boys who have filmed a movie right in my neck of the woods and then proceeded to screen it locally. I purchased the DVD, they gave me a signed poster and were just generally nice folks. Review and more to follow. Can't wait to catch it on the big screen.

Purchased my bunch of nicknacks... pins and what not. I'm a flyer hound and collected a few of those as well. Made my way over to the Troma table where I picked up a copy of The Children and got Lloyd Kaufman's autograph and picture taken with him and Mike of the Slashercast podcast. Lloyd is just the nicest fella you'd want to meet, and I got the feeling he was more than interested in the his lady fans. Wouldn't you be? Me too.

I'm very intimidated by the celebrities. Even though that's half the draw I still find it difficult to talk to them. This time I made some headway. I didn't meet Anthony Michael Hall, but I stood right next to him. What a trip. Kane Hodder almost knocked me down (and if he had I would have screamed). Lisa Marie was absolutely stunning and pretty much made my knees shake. I saw a few faces that looked vaguely familiar although somewhat altered by age. Michael Rooker, Tom Towles, Alex Winters, the Walking Dead folks and the Blair Witch Gang. Cropsey was sick... boo. Don Shanks (that's Michael Myers from part 5 to you)... you can pretty much catch a glimpse of everyone you'd like to see from a distance. I find it near impossible to be able to afford all the autographs I'd love to get esepcially after the dealer room purchases I made.

The two celebs I met that absolutely had me struck were Stacey Nelkin of Halloween III fame and Gunnar Hansen... LEATHERFACE. Stacey was as gorgeous as ever and quite a lot of fun. She recanted a few tales from Halloween III although nothing that I could remember with my heart rumbling so fast in my chest. She signed my VHS of Halloween III and I told her these things were all the rage for collectors. She couldn't believe it. Gunnar Hansen was very reserved, but genuinly funny. Would have loved to have gotten a picture with him, but that didn't seem to be in the cards by the time I made it by. He's got a new book coming out so I'll keep an eye out for that. I love the print that he signed for me. Soon to be framed. It's the thing that I can show to my father and prove that the Hansen really does exist. My dad used to love to tell me that Leatherface was played by Gunnar Hansen, most likely because he loved the man's name. If nothing else this helped free up my nerves. I may get over this star struck thing yet. Maybe. I'm convinced that Rober Englund wasn't at this thing. You have to be a VIP to get through his line and you need to wait forever. I'd love to say I met him, but not this day.

Saw a bunch of friends include Jack Knapp of the Slashercast, Kristy Jett of Fright Rags, John Squires, the trioxin engorged brains behind Freddy in Space, and his most excellent girlfriend (did somebody hear wedding bells?). Rob Dimension was manning the XOC Podcast table with Steve Corino. I finally got to check this out and laughed my ass off. It's not just about wrestling people. It's about wrestling with your own personal demons.  I tried to find the Lair of Filth's Jude Felton but failed miserably. I obviously did not get my boyscout tracker badge. Somehow we just missed each other, but hoping for a meet at the August con. Not in attendance, but sorely missed was Mr. Jesse Bartel. I was convinced that Jesse was making the trek over for this one, but I was obviously ingesting way too much Nyquil.

Next con up would be Chiller Theater for me in April, but I'm not sure I'll be able to make it to that. After that there was talk of me making it to the Hudson Horror Show V which seemed to have been compromised, but now may be on. I am firmly excited to see if I'll make it out for that. Hope to see you there. Also, if you haven't purchase dyour eXfest tickets for the end of April from the Exhumed Films guys make sure to get your asses in gear. I can't make it due to impending Disney vacation, but you can let me know what I missed and make fun of me, okay?

 -Dr. Terror

You've Got Yellow On You: The Giallo Challenge Goes Mondo Boob

 
I've had this crazy little thought for some time now. What if this entire challenge... the endless watching of movies from Italy, poorly dubbed, mostly obscure... what if it's all about the boobs? For fuck's sake there's a lot of 'em out there. Not that I'm complaing. I think we've gone over this in some previous entries on Giallo. Why is this particular subgenre boob crazed or even jungle bush crazed (meow)? I have no answer. Is there a scholarly text on the subject of bossoms in Giallo films? Only your college professor knows for sure.

This week's movies had a few high notes. Granted I'm still recovering from the doom and gloom of a bad cold, but at least I can breath and stay awake for full movies now. I was getting tired of trying to rewatch the parts I had missed while in a Nyquil induced haze.

Delerium: At least the music is psychedelic and there are lots of super trippy mind fuck orgies. This movie is capital D-U-L-L. The orgies aren't mind you. Just the movie. Somebody has to tell me what the Morrissey esque music at the end of the movie is all about. I'm gonna start thinking I'm in a Greg Araki picture and that simply isn't the case no matter how I wish it were.


5 Dolls for an August Moon: I find it exceptionally hard to believe that this is made by Mario Bava. Simply bad. The plot drags itself like a friggin' zombie but not just any zombie... a zombie that's starring on a day time, made for TV movie. Sure there are a couple dead bodies that have anyting remotely exciting about them. Mario... why you no a like us no more?


Assassination in Rome: This is an honest crime thriller. As gialli are actually supposed to be crime thriller's this is just a pleasant surprise. I won't say that it's the best picture I've watched during the challenge by any means, but it's nice to see something more traditional. This breaks the all boobs cycle. It feels like a "real movie that normal people would watch" and isn't that what we all want? Normal movies? The music made me think of the movie Waking Life as if it were some kind of tango. I adore tango. Sold although I'll probably never watch it or the double feature classic that came with Espionage in Tangiers again.


Strip Nude for Your Killer: I'm thoroughly impressed by the 70's jungle bush in this film. Little known fact about the good Doctor, I have a slight bit of a fetish for the jungle if you snatch my meaning. The bush in this movie is on the prowl. When "it's hot in here" is an excuse to remove one's underwear you know that you ALMOST watching a porn. It's got the Crayola red blood that I adore, a laughable castration scene, but the ultimate is the full on leather motorcycle get up.




Naked You Die: The opening song is so fucking good. If I can ever manage to resurrect the Vaudeville Vampires we're totally covering it. I think it was called "Nightmare". The actual film is just blah. It's more concerned with showing off fashion than murder. It's another true detective story, but after the last Margheriti picture I saw, it's hard to believe this was made by the same guy. Oh it got better by the end, but man did it feel like an eternity
Alot of hard break this week. Margheriti fails to deliver. Bava goes blah blah. Delerium, a film that is praised for its insanity is really just an Ed Wood movie with better orgies. Strip Nude for Your Killer was truly excellent when it all boils down to it, but too much sex/nudity can come off as porn when you want sexy.

I need to watch a few less boobies this week. Can't desensitize myself so young.

-Dr. Terror. One last thing before I go...
 

You can thank me later.