When you have a blog that discusses movies or possibly cultural turning points in the form of celluloid, eventually, it becomes an absolute truth of your life that you will discuss something like what I… More
At the risk of sounding like a broken record, this post is yet another tribute to the defunct Roku channel Bizarre TV. In particular, it is a tribute to that final six movies that played for a long time before the channel finally went away. I’ve already covered half of the final six – here, here, and here. It’s time to add a fourth to the list.
And wooo boy it is Doom Asylum.
When I first saw this movie, I had one of those reactions that you have when you begin to doubt reality and make you wonder how a thing like this gets made. It’s the same reaction I had while sitting in a theater watching Cats. You ask things like “What?” and “Where?” and “Huh?” and “Why?” an awful lot. It warps your sensibilities until you just stare at the TV, mouth agape, and just sit there and allow the movie to have its way with you. Continue reading “Doom Asylum (1987)”
Hello and welcome to B-Movie Enema. This week, I’m gonna discuss something I’ve wanted to do for a while – Tobe Hooper’s 1990 made-for-television thriller I’m Dangerous Tonight.
Now, the easy joke here is to say that “I’m Dangerous Tonight” is something I’d exclaim after a Crave Case of sliders from White Castle, but… Actually. Wait. That’s a pretty good one. I’m pretty bummed I didn’t lead with that.
Eh… Never mind. There’s a lot here I could discuss. You have Tobe Hooper in the director’s chair. The fact this was a TV movie and not a cinematic release. Mädchen Amick lookin’ gooood. Anthony Perkins is right there on the poster… Yeah. I guess I can go with other things than a farty poop joke. Continue reading “I’m Dangerous Tonight (1990)”
Oh baby do we have lots to talk about today, my dear Enemaniacs!
This week’s B-Movie Enema is Caged Heat. It might, at first, come off as just a run of the mill, women-in-prison flick from the mid-70s. It might even come off as some of that sleaze Roger Corman was trading in during the 70s as well. To a very minor degree, I’d say you’re right about both things.
But… there’s a twist. You see, Corman wasn’t happy with the women-in-prison flicks previously released by his New World Pictures. He thought they were maybe missing something, something important, something fresh and new. So he tapped a producer at the studio to see what life can be breathed into this subgenre of exploitation. Enter Jonathan Demme. He had produced a previous Corman women-in-prison release, The Hot Box. This time, though, Demme wasn’t going to settle as a writer or producer. He wanted to direct. Continue reading “Caged Heat (1974)”
Happy Valentine’s Day, ya jerks!
Sorry, I get surly around Valentine’s Day. And there are many reasons for that. I always get one year older (and one step closer to sweet, merciful peace that is death) around this time of year. I tend not to like seeing all the stupid commercials that remind me that, yeah, I’m eating for one on VD with my cats. It’s just a general reminder of a dark, lonely existence…
But not this year!
Nope! This year, I decided to send all you Enemaniacs a Valentine in the form of a Roger Corman-produced, Candice Rialson-starring romp called Hollywood Boulevard! The story of this movie, though, helps make this a little more fun. Continue reading “Hollywood Boulevard (1976)”
“If they couldn’t get him easy… They got him hard…”
With a tagline like that, how could this NOT be featured on B-Movie Enema?!? This week’s feature, 1974’s The Single Girls, will open the book on two elements that I’m kind of surprised has taken me over 200 articles to finally get to:
- Ferd and Beverly Sebastian
- Claudia Jennings
And, if you ask me, this comes not a moment too soon. Continue reading “The Single Girls (1974)”
We begin that march with something that was a part of an end. I have often talked about the importance of Bizarre TV, a Roku channel that ultimately brought me back to writing on this site and introduced me to many of the movies that I’ve covered over the last almost 4 years. Slaughterhouse Rock was one of the final six films that played for many months while the beloved creator of the channel, Mistress Rhonda, was battling a terminal illness. During that time, fans of the channel tuned in, day after day, holding onto the memory of the channel and Rhonda, but also hoping, maybe beyond hope, that the day would come that something new played and the channel would be reborn.
While that didn’t happen, from the ashes came Otherworlds TV. If you have a Roku, I can’t recommend that channel enough. It certainly captures the spirit of Bizarre TV. Continue reading “Slaughterhouse Rock (1988)”
Holy shit, guys and gals. It’s my 200th B-Movie Enema.
I’ll get to the more serious shit at the end of my look at this movie to try to sum up how it feels to be 200 enemas old. But I can say this – it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as you might think. In fact, I think I’m starting to like it.
So this week’s piece (of shit) is all about Samurai Cop 2: Deadly Vengeance. Frankly, I almost have to talk about this movie. Everyone in the world, for the past several years, have talked about Samurai Cop. It’s an infamous bad movie. However, if you come here each week to read about these goddamn movies, you know all about Samurai Cop. If nothing else, you’re aware of it or have seen clips from it. It’s Ed Wood famous. It’s mind-boggling in its structure and the way it plays out.
It’s simply glorious. Continue reading “Samurai Cop 2: Deadly Vengeance (2015)”
It’s another week here at B-Movie Enema and I think I worried I went too long before covering another Vinegar Syndrome release.
So I’m here to fix that with this week’s movie, Party Line! This 1988 flick had a provocative cover of a sexy girl in lingerie with a phone line wrapped around her leg and torso. It was a memorable movie cover to see in the suspense/thriller section of the video store. The movie basically plays to the 80s exploitation of sexy thrillers. This was perfected probably best in the 90s with movies like Basic Instinct, but these little indie flicks toyed with the idea of mixing sex with murder.
This flick features a rich brother and sister psycho combo. She lures men through a party line on the phone for her brother to kill them. You have Richard Hatch playing a detective who is going after the killers. And then there’s Richard Roundtree playing Hatch’s captain. Continue reading “Party Line (1988)”