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)”
When people find out I write a blog about movies, naturally they ask questions about what kinds of movies I discuss. They may ask, “Do you write about the art of cinema?” or “Do you talk about the films of [insert artsy-fartsy director name here]?” or “You talk about that there Grinch movie from 2000??? I liked that movie somethin’ fierce!” Normally, it comes down to me saying I write about B-movies, and that I’ve done it almost 150 times. That usually spurns the question, “So… Can you explain what those movies that you watch are like?”
To which I can give only this response: “They Bite.” Continue reading “They Bite (1996)”
And here we are, the final entry for the Ilsa She-Wolf of SSeptember theme month at B-Movie Enema.
Thus far, we’ve seen Ilsa run a Nazi concentration camp, a sheikh’s harem and sex slave trade… warehouse(?), and a psychiatric hospital in (probably) Spain. Now, we turn back the clock to 1953 Soviet Union. Here, Ilsa runs a gulag in Siberia for political prisoners where she breaks them mentally and physically.
Not only does this come full circle back to Canada as the sole country of production, but we also have a couple star-studded names producing the film. First, we have Ivan Reitman who, before coming to America to produce and direct some of the biggest and best comedies of the 80s, produced horror and exploitation films like this and David Cronenberg’s Shivers. He and Cronenberg were great friends both from Canada, and it was Reitman’s suggestion for Cronenberg to cast one of the biggest porn stars of all time, Marilyn Chambers, in Rabid. Continue reading “Ilsa, The Tigress of Siberia (1977)”
As promised last week, our new B-Movie Enema article features three returning figures of recent BME importance – Candice Rialson, Barbara Peeters, and Roger Corman.
I figured, “You know, it’s summertime, and young ladies are probably trying to figure some stuff out and maybe helping teach summer school. They are probably also wearing short shorts. Some unfortunate kids are probably stuck in summer school. So let’s do a feature that incorporates all that!”
So here we are – Summer School Teachers! By the look of the poster, the knowledge of how popular this movie was and (relatively) well received, and Candice Rialson (plus other hot ladies), I don’t think it takes a math whiz to know this movie is probably going to be so far up my alley that… Well, I don’t know how to finish that sentence. Suffice it to say, this movie is gonna be just what the doctor ordered. Continue reading “Summer School Teachers (1974)”
Ah, Gremlins. What a great movie, right?
Little monsters running around doing stuff. They start off cute and cuddly, but uh oh… You can”t get them wet! They multiply if they get wet! You can’t feed them after midnight! They turn into ugly, scary monsters when you do that! And you REALLY can’t let them work on their tans because sunlight kills them! That’s really bad!
I’m glad I get to talk about Gremlins (by the way, my all-time favorite Christmas movie), but I’m going to not watch that at all. Instead, I’m gonna be watching one of the Gremlins ripoffs that flooded video stores after it hit big in the mid 80s. Of course, there’s Critters, which I will get a shot at talking about at the end of the year over at Film Seizure (which is a podcast I co-host). Continue reading “Munchies (1987)”
It was only a matter of time before I would come right back to Roger Corman and his extensive library of films. I didn’t quite think it would only be two weeks. I also have been wanting to get back to some monster action too. I mean I guess I did have Devil’s Express, but was that really a monster movie or just a sweet ass kung fu movie? So, with that thought, it’s been since The Suckling several weeks ago that I’ve traveled to that sub-genre.
Why not marry the two things I’ve been wanting to explore deeper and look at a more contemporary Roger Corman monster movie??? Continue reading “Humanoids from the Deep (1980)”
After last week’s Malibu High, a movie that is not at all as fun and lighthearted as the poster looked, I decided it’s time for me to actually go for something that is exactly what it appears.
Screwballs – “The nuts who always score!” I mean just look at that poster. The simple composition of a girl in her underwear running away from a dude in his boxers while he pulls the strap to her bra tells you exactly everything you need to know about this movie. Mainly that there will likely be lots and lots of sexual misconduct. And I’m gonna see boobs. But mostly the sexual misconduct. But even more mostly that I’m gonna see boobs. Continue reading “Screwballs (1983)”