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)”
With The Secret Lives of Pets 2 now in theaters for the past month or so, I figured this is the right time to talk about another movie with “Pets” in the title that Louis C.K. should probably not be allowed near. And since I can’t seem to go 3 minutes without talking about a Vinegar Syndrome home video release, nor do I like to go 30 seconds without thinking about Candice Rialson, let’s just tie it all into one nice, neat bow with 1973’s Pets.
And if I get a little too out of hand, I’m sure Illumination can come in and remove me and ask for Patton Oswalt to fill in for me. Nah, just kidding. Just like Louis C.K. does so well himself when women are trapped in his hotel room, I’m just busting his balls. Continue reading “Pets (1973)”
Say… What have we here? Ladies… Allow me to introduce myself to you – I am a dude who makes terrible decisions in the quest to find a good girl. And, shiiit… You are apparently your Mama’s Dirty Girls after all. You are 100% my style.
All that first paragraph was for me to say the following:
OF COURSE I WOULD EVENTUALLY COVER THIS MOVIE.
Continue reading “Mama’s Dirty Girls (1974)”
And, lo… Did B-Movie Enema finally get to a new pinnacle of achievement. Mark this day – August 3, 2018. It is the day that I finally decided to cover a movie that features talking genitalia. It’s 1977’s Chatterbox.
Yes. It’s true. This is one of a handful of movies that feature either boxes or ding dongs that talk. And yes, this is only one of these movies. There is a literal handful of talking genitalia movies.
This movie hearkens back to the glory of the 1970s. This was during a time of “porno chic” – when X-rated and other very hard R-rated movies would play in actual movie theaters. I’m not saying they were all good, but this wasn’t just found behind the saloon doors of a video store hidden away from the rest of the movies and other customers there with children and partners. Continue reading “Chatterbox (1977)”