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)”
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)”
Oh boy, I’m pretty excited for this one.
Back in June, I attended PopCon here in Indianapolis, and this guy had a table full of posters of various sizes. He had this stack of lobby posters that he was selling for five bucks each. It’s in this stack that I found a Goldengirl poster to gift to Brad Jones, the Cinema Snob, himself, and I also found one for this movie… Chinese Hercules.
This marks the return of Bolo Yeung, billed in this movie as Yang Sze, who appeared in The Clones of Bruce Lee that I covered back in August. Bolo wasn’t just a martial artist and actor, but he was also a bodybuilder. That probably is why 1) he’s often portrayed as a giant beast and 2) is Chinese Hercules. Continue reading “Chinese Hercules (1973)”
It’s time to get back into the works of one Norman J. Warren.
Think back to earlier this year when I discussed the movie Terror. This was about a witch cursing a family that ultimately leads to both cousins having to deal with some freaky shit around them. This time around, we don’t have a set of long-lost cousins, but instead with Prey, we have a pair of lesbians that live in a remote area of England dealing with an alien with a voracious hunger.
Now, when I intro-ed Terror, I made some observations about Warren’s work. Specifically, I wanted to call out certain ideas that he would have and then mix them with other ideas to create this very strange mixture of characters or situations for his movies. In fact, allow me to quote myself from that article: Continue reading “Prey (1977)”
The other great thing about the high quality shit you get here at B-Movie Enema is that Halloween is always a bonus episode. So today, we’re getting back to our regular Friday stuff.
Here we are, one day after Halloween. I know of at least 47 movies called “Halloween” starring some dude named Freddy Michael Jason Hellraiser. I don’t know any movie ever called November First. But I do know of a movie called Snapshot.
Which is also called One More Minute.
Which also goes by the title The Day After Halloween. Continue reading “Snapshot (aka The Day After Halloween, 1979)”
So here’s a movie that goes way back to my early education of horror.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m the youngest of four boys. Not just am I the baby of the family, but I’m the youngest by a bunch. My brothers are 15 and 12 years older than me. I great up in the 80s, and they grew up in the 70s. My brothers who are 12 years older than me are twins and grew up on some classic 70s slasher flicks. By the time the 80s classics came along, they were seeing those movies as much as possible, but I was also heavily exposed to a couple decades of movies. Better yet, like with this week’s movie, Tourist Trap, I was exposed to what my brothers were nostalgic about as well as the new stuff.
If you think that upbringing was strange and kinda sad, I’ll have you know that I have my very own blog where I write every week about horror and exploitation movies. So… Who’s a sad weirdo now? Continue reading “Tourist Trap (1979)”