Oh boy… That Emanuelle girl is back, and guess what, Enemaniacs… She’s more erotic and exotic than ever!
That’s how they advertised Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals on posters and various other ads. That does beg the question of exactly how erotic she can be if there are cannibals and shit running about. Trust me, folks, I have seen some Italian cannibal flicks and they tend not to be especially sexy. In fact, they tend to be, like, super duper gross.
So leave it to Joe D’Amato to come in and see what he can do. First thing’s first, he brings Laura Gemser along as a photojournalist who finds a woman in a loony bin who isn’t just a cannibal herself, but has Amazonian tattoos all over her skin. That’s a plus… Not the tatted up cannibal broad, but Laura Gemser. She’s always welcome here at B-Movie Enema. Continue reading “Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals (1977)”
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 have this week – Sexsquatch.
I’m not entirely sure what to say about this movie. Obviously, there is a Wikipedia page for it. It’s widely known that the Sexsquatch Wikipedia page is largest and most extensive page in the history of Wikipedia. However, I do also believe that the less you know about the biggest moneymaker in the history of film, grossing $47 billion against a $350 million budget, the better.
Now, of course any time a film breaks through and makes a cultural impact the size of Sexsquatch has, there will be haters. There will be those who are detractors. There will be contrarians. There will be those who will try to be elitist in saying that your love of such a mainstream film makes you a farthead. Possibly even a monkeydick. They’ll even call you a fuckqueef. Continue reading “Sexsquatch (2013)”
I have something to admit… Originally, I had Attack of the Killer Tomatoes slated for this week’s B-Movie Enema. About 20 minutes into that movie, I quickly realized, there’s no way to do that movie in the fine tradition of this blog. The reason was that everything about that movie that made it what it was, was in the jokes.
You had parodies of Jaws, Superman and Lois Lane, Japanese science fiction, bad dubbing on a Japanese character, tiny oneliners, lots and lots of visual jokes, a black man who was the master of disguise and often dressed as white guys convincing others he really was the person he was disguised as, and incompetency from government types and what have you. It’s impossible to write about because it is entirely made up of those little moments that turned out to be greater than the whole.
So I made an executive decision to change to the sequel, Return of the Killer Tomatoes, and George Clooney’s magnificent mullet. Continue reading “Return of the Killer Tomatoes (1988)”
It’s been a bit since I did an anthology movie. In fact, I’ve only ever done one in the past. So let’s make up for that with a giant, nearly two full hours of kooky b-movie stories rolled into the horror comedy Chillerama from 2011!
The four segments contained within Chillerama are framed by a connecting story at a drive-in theater that is playing monster movies. Then, each of those four segments is a parody and homage to a particular genre and style. Additionally, each segment is directed by a different person – Adam Rifkin who directed mostly a split between family fare and boner comedies/thrillers, Tim Sullivan who was mostly known for producing movies like Detroit Rock City before making 2001 Maniacs with Robert Englund, Adam Green who made his mark with the Hatchet series of horror films, and Joe Lynch who is most recently known for directing Mayhem starring Steven Yeun and Samara Weaving.
Chillerama was the brainchild of Rifkin and Sullivan who met on Detroit Rock City and spitballed an idea for an anthology called Famous Monsters of Filmland – a title based on the Forrest J. Ackerman magazine that they grew up reading. Continue reading “Chillerama (2011)”
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)”