Official Website of the Claudia Jennings biography, and author Eric Karell
If you are a fan of Claudia Jennings, you will undoubtedly enjoy this well-researched, fascinating portrait by Eric Karell. I first spoke to Mr. Karell almost two years ago and immediately perceived his remarkable passion for horror and cult movies. His knowledge of Claudia Jennings and her place in the cinematic universe is unrivaled.
-Roger Corman, from his forward for Claudia Jennings, An Authorized Biography.
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A Eulogy for Our Lost Angel
Claudia Jennings December 23,1969- October 3, 1979
Greetings, fellow film fanatics, to my website dedicated to Claudia Jennings. This week marks the 41st Anniversary of Claudia's death. When I first started her biography, she had been gone 35 years and time has passed ever so fast.
With the number of years growing between today and her fatal accident, my fears about her being remembered are now a bitter fact. Claudia's story has never gained the traction I felt that needed to properly honor her. It's not as if films from the 1970s are ignored by today's viewers, as even the B and exploitation movies of that era are held in high regard.
Claudia was one of the brightest stars in those days; her movies were the most popular and she outshone her fellow actresses of the decade. Yet the woman and her achievements have been consistently overlooked with only a few exceptions, Joe Bob Briggs for one.
Claudia's association with Playboy helped and hurt her image and career. Her multiple appearances in the magazine created the illusion she was just another air-headed bimbo who liked to take her clothes off. On the other hand, the publicity her pictorials were invaluable in boosting her motion picture and modeling career.
Only a tiny fragment of the American public got to know Claudia's true nature- one of a nurturing, caring woman who loved animals and was truly kind to her fellow human beings. Claudia herself, is partly to blame for this, as she played up the sexy self-sufficient, salty side of her nature while sublimating her inherent sweetness.
I wrote her biography to be her champion and advocate in the torrent of misrepresentation and insinuation she was subjected to after her death. Like all screen icons she lives on in the hearts of her family, friends and fans.
I've attached a tribute from her good friend, actress Sally Kirkland, published in the Los Angeles Times, shortly after her passing.
To ClaudiaMemories of a DareAngel
BY SALLY KIRKLAND
I remember, while acting in an off-Broadway play in New York in 1969, reading a review by the infamous John Simon about a girl named Claudia Jennings. The play was Dark of the Moon.
“She is a completely lovely girl with something sensitive, vulnerable perhaps, even haunted in her eyes and around her mouth. She makes the spotlight light up as no wattage could do it. At all times, she makes you forget the dismalness of the play she is trapped in and such a shot in the arm can set an unfabulous invalid like our theater dancing.”
She couldn’t have been more than 19, had apparently graduated from a straight-A honor student from Evanston High, Illinois (top cheerleader and all) and from Mimi Chesterton; had already changed her name to Claudia Jennings (to not embarrass her younger sisters) to do the centerfold of Playboy magazine. She spent four months off Broadway, flew to L.A., met and moved in with songwriter-producer Bobby Hart and moved into Gower Champion’s old house on Woodrow Wilson Drive—and took off again to do the road company of Lenny. While hugging her after the show in San Francisco, Mrs. Lenny (Honey) Bruce told her, “Thank God it was you!” Her performance, from those who saw it. was “stunningly good.” In 1970 she was named Playmate of the Year and began a film career that ultimately pegged her “Queen of the B’s”. She began a string of starring roles for Roger Corman and somewhere in that period between 1972 and 1973 I met her.
Our relationship began when she asked me to come over and “teach everybody yoga.” I was just out from New York and even though I had a year of plays involving “nudity”, I was resistant and suspicious of any girl who would do a Hefner centerfold. She was only one of the most devastatingly beautiful women I had ever met, and at first I tried to be jealous. Here she was, starring in films (B though they be), Playmate of the Year, living with a gorgeous and talented man, sharing his mini-mansion, making money hand over foot herself. But it was impossible to be jealous of Claudia because she would love you too much.
She took me in as if I was a long-lost child. She dressed me for auditions in her finest silks, took me out to dinner with Bobby Hart, invited me to Thanksgivings and Christmases at their house and basically gave me my first L.A. home.
When a lot of my New York Actors Studio friends started “making it”—à la Al Pacino and Bobby De Niro—she gave me her house to celebrate their success and “L.A. arrival”, and provided what became for me a social sanctuary, for me and all my displaced New York actor and musician friends.
When my own house burned down in 1975 and I lost all my possessions except the suit on my back, she took me into her walk-in closets and said “Take anything you want.” I said “You can’t be serious—anything?” She said, “Anything.” I’m still wearing her dresses and silk suits.
She and Bobby created something of an ashram with the house they shared for the six years they were together. They had a special synergy together. Their love spilled over to hundreds of people. Judging from the day of the memorial service at Bobby’s house, Claudia affected many people—all of her “strays”, from myself and Marcia Wallace to the 13-year-old ex-groupie and the grocery boy fired the same day he met Claudia, and the 20 or so others who stood up and cried unabashedly as they shared her unconditional generosity and love, and the other 300 (mostly industry) who cried and laughed and cried along with those of us speaking.
No character she ever played could be as colorful as she was herself. Every time I talked to her she had just jetted back from Europe, where she had dinner with Brigitte Bardot or had been photographed by the five most important photographers of beautiful women, or she was recovering from professional roller-skating in Unholy Rollers, learning how to drive 18-wheeler trucks in Truck Stop Women, driving speedboats through the swamps of the bayou in ‘Gator Bait, having accidents on a motorcycle in Deathsport, then going off to sell some condos and to buy Ava Gardner’s old house to remodel it, and doing some art directing and styling with Marilyn Grabowski on the side.
Her mother, Joan Chesterton, told me, “We as a family feel we have lost a part of ourselves: The daring part. The part that loved the center of the stage. We feel like we have lost the color of our lives. She made everything so vivid around her.”
Just before Claudia died she lost out to Shelley Hack in what was purported to have been a brilliant screen test to replace Kate Jackson in Charlie’s Angels, and was up for starring roles in four films: Stephen Spielberg’s Used Cars, Bob Rafelson’s The Postman Always Rings Twice, Irwin Yablans’ Fade to Black, and Jeff Bloom’s Blood Beach. And she died October 3, 1979, at age 29, in a car wreck on the Pacific Coast Highway.7
Claudia's Ten Best Movie Roles
Unholy Rollers: Still her best overall performance, combining acting and action. Made all the more astonishing by her relative
Unholy Rollers: Still her best overall performance, combining acting and action. Made all the more astonishing by her relative youth, inexperience and that she was required to carry almost every scene.
The Great Texas Dynamite Chase: Claudia’s film all the way; she commands the viewer’s attention in every shot.
Truck Stop Women: I believe Claudia did a magnificent job in creating a true femme fatale, a film noir character updated to the exploitation genre. The only true villain Claudia ever portrayed.
‘Gator Bait: Effective, non-verbal physical acting; Claudia plays a believable swamp girl.
Moonshine County Express: One of her best movies; it’s too bad she didn’t have a bigger role.
Fast Company: Underrated film, and Claudia doesn’t have enough on-screen time, but I highly recommend it.
The Single Girls: Good performance in an ensemble cast.
Group Marriage: Another fine movie where Claudia was part of an larger group of actors. A shame Stephanie Rothman couldn’t have given her some comedic lines. She’s very serious in the film.
Sisters of Death: Claudia does her best in a bad film.
Deathsport: Claudia tries, but the dialogue and a screwed-up plot makes this a lost cause. Best viewed by fifteen-year-old boys who are stoned (or those who think like them).
The 100 Most Influential Horror Movies of All Time
The influence a particular movie has in its genre can be determined in many ways. Did it bring something fresh as a concept, feature new and inventive cinematography, create enduring tropes, etc...The films on my list check off many of these boxes but some are more notorious than groundbreaking. For example-
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari: 1920 . One can call this masterpiece the first art-horror film or the film that brought the school of expressionism art to life. Directed by Robert Weine, the film focused on madness, the duality of man as killer or healer and its painted sets and staging, are still influencing the film industry today. The movie was of the first to be filmed on a set as opposed to location. The concept of the framing story and twist ending are believed to be the first in cinema history.
Cat People-1942- Directed by the fabulous Jacque Tourneur, Cat People is a subtle dark horror that touches on many themes relevant to today. The figure of women as both sexual objects and dangerous predators is clearly spelled out. Tourneur skillfully uses jump-scares, light and shadow, sound and a sense of the unknown to make this rather slow moving film come alive.
Psycho-1960- Alfred Hitchcock was a master of suspense, famous for what he didn't show in building tension on the screen. This classic, often referred to the first slasher or serial killer movie, seems tame compared to today's gorefests, and its pop psychology a bit naïve, but it still packs a punch. Exciting photography, unexpected twists and one of the best endings in horror history await you. And the score is legendary in the horror realm.
Blood Feast- 1963- Directed by the notorious Herschell Gordon Lewis, this was the first definite splatter movie. Before Romero, the Italian Cannibal films, and innumerable imitators from every country in the world, Lewis exploited guts and gore being torn from mainly beautiful women in his films. There is not a director from the 60s, 70s or contemporary times that has had more impact than Lewis, whether they care to admit it or nor.
Le Frissons de Vampires or Shiver of the Vampires
1971- Directed by Jean Rollin, Starring Sandra Julien
Rollin is not well known to modern horror fans and his films were probably too arty to be taken seriously by audiences in the 70s. However, he was a master craftsman especially when it came to photography and his ability to frame scenes, especially outdoors, is indisputable. He also had a knack for capturing the female form and the variety of sexual nuances, from lesbian to heterosexual to combinations. Rollin's film's did tread a fine line between softcore and outright porn at times. Which sadly, as a result of the director's inability to find work, happened as he turned to blue movies midway through his career.
Rollin has been compared with Bava, Argento and others by his bold colors and fantastic approach to story telling. It can be argued that he achieves a dream/nightmare like delirium better than any of his contemporaries, without generous budgets or the pounding scores others employed.
Shiver of the Vampire is a typical tale that Rollin loved to get his meathooks into.
Two newlyweds, Isle and Antoine, are on their honeymoon, on their way to visit Isle's two cousins. When they arrive in the town they discover that her cousins died the day before. Isle and Antoine go to the chateau where they lived anyway. Once there they are greeted by two Two newlyweds, Isle and Antoine, are on their honeymoon, on their way to visit Isle's two cousins. When they arrive in the town they discover that her cousins died the day before. Isle and Antoine go to the chateau where they lived anyway. Once there they are greeted by two female familiars who show them to a room.
Isle goes to the cemetery to visit the graves of her cousins, and a woman named Isabelle, who is smoking hot, tells Isle that she was about to marry both of her cousins, but in a way she was already their brides. Isle decides to sleep alone on that night because she is upset. While getting ready for bed a woman emerges from the grandfather clock. She introduces herself as Isolde and takes Isle back to the cemetery where she bites Isle in the neck. Did I mention Isolde is seriously hot? Antoine, feeling lonely, goes to see Isle, but she isn't in her room. He searches the castle and comes to the chapel where it seems a human sacrifice is taking place. Two of the participants turn out to be Isle's cousins and explain they must kill the woman or she will become like them — vampires. Antoine goes back to find Isle in her room and isn't sure whether it was all a dream.
The next morning at breakfast the familiars tell Isle and Antoine that her cousins aren't really dead. Antoine goes to the library to meet the cousins but is instead knocked out by books. It looks quite absurd, to tell you the truth, and the phrase the pen is mightier than something, comes to mind. When he comes to, Antoine goes back to the dining room where he finally meets the cousins, who are weird. Rollin's interior camera work gets a bit too foxy here. Instead of panning from speaker to speaker, he puts the camera on a lazy susan, which spins from speaker to speaker in a dizzying mess. That night Isle decided to sleep alone again, leaving Antoine angry and I imagine, so horny he could scream. Did I mention Isle is hotter than a Georgia afternoon in August? Isolde returns to Isle and bites her in the neck again. Isabelle tells a friend that Isle's cousins were once vampire slayers and were bitten by vampires. Isabelle later discovers that the cousins are still alive and under Isolde's control and Isolde tells her she is no longer welcome at the castle. She grabs Isabelle and pierces her breasts with her pointed nipple covers. Could happen. Maybe that's where Madonna got the idea. Angry at her for doing this the cousins rape Isolde.
That night the familiars, who are both smokeshows themselves, wake Antoine and take him to the chapel where a ceremony is about to take place that involves Isle, Isolde, the familiars and the cousins. Antoine breaks open the door to discover they have all disappeared. Unsure whether this was also a dream, he runs to Isle's room to tell her they must escape. She tells him no and that her cousins are the only family she has left, so Antoine decides to sleep on the couch in her room. The next morning Isle cries out that the sunlight hurts her eyes when Antoine opens the curtains. That night is Isle's initiation when she will be given the final kiss and made a vampire. Antoine tries to break it up by taking Isle away. The cousins follow them to a beach. Isolde tries to get into her coffin but finds it on fire. The familiars, in a double cross, put a cross on the tomb door, sealing Isolde inside, so Isolde bites her wrist and dies. Antoine begs Isle to go with him but she stays with her cousins as they await the sunrise.
There is a considerable amount of lesbian sex, some serious rug munching and a few playful bits of extreme orgy like behavior. While not a perfect film, what with narrative, acting and suspense on vacation, the movie is enjoyable because the stars are gorgeous and the outdoors photography is stunning. If nekkid female vampire films are your thing, check this one out.
Old Fashioned Apple Cobbler
I was blessed to receive an authentic, made in America, Lodge Cast Iron skillet for my birthday. I've been keeping it busy all summer with desserts, cornbread and even savory items. For Fall, nothing beats an apple dessert, its aromas filling the house, promising the taste of Autumn and the advent of Halloween!
If you don't own a Lodge skillet the instructions are the same for any well-made, single forged, cast iron cookware. Enjoy!
1/2 cup unsalted butter
2 cups peeled, sliced apples-any good variety for cooking will do-Macintosh, Braeburn, Honeycrisp or combination will do.
Juice of 1 lemon
1/4 cup light brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon each of cinnamon and nutmeg
1 tablespoon of cornstarch
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup whole milk
1 cup granulated sugar plus 1 tablespoon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Vanilla bean ice cream or lightly sweetened whipped cream, for serving, optional
Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.
Mix together the brown sugar, lemon juice, cornstarch, spices and the apples in a bowl. Place the butter in the cast iron pan and place in the oven.
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Place the butter in a 10-inch cast-iron skillet and transfer to the preheated oven to melt.
Meanwhile, mix together the flour, baking powder, and salt in a bowl. Stir in the milk, 1 cup sugar, the lemon juice, zest and vanilla to combine. . Remove the hot skillet with the melted butter from the oven and add the apple mixture. Return to oven and bake for 10 minutes. Remove pan from oven and pour batter over the apples. Bake until brown and the batter has risen up and around the fruit, about 30 minutes.
Transfer to a rack to cool slightly. Serve with vanilla bean ice cream or lightly sweetened whipped cream.
One Minute Film Reviews
The House That Jack Built- 2018- Directed by Lars Von Trier
I looked forward to watching this film being a die-hard gore fan and one who appreciates good filmmaking. Unfortunately, the movie falls short by almost every measure. Matt Dillon, an architect who happens to be a serial killer, is the mask Von Trier wears, in an ill-disguised effort to explain himself and his art. By turns preachy, verbose and violent, we are taken on a journey to hell, as if the previous two hours weren't bad enough. Although visuals are impressive, pacing and the attempts to get inside the killer's head are stagnant. Rate me disappointed and confused about what all the hoopla was about.
Birds of Prey, And the Fabulous Emancipation of, etc...,etc...-2020-
I didn't expect much out of this spin-off from Suicide Squad, because, frankly that movie was lame and overrated, if such a thing were possible. Despite some amusing moments Ella Jay Basco as an adolescent thief, the film depends on elaborate yet boring fight sequences and the charms of Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn. And yes, yet another movie where Commonwealth actors such as Ewan McGregor and Robbie are forced to use horrible Gotham ( New York) accents, fake as a politician's smile and shrill as a train whistle. Robbie's voice and non-stop mugging are so distracting that I day-dreamed of having one of the bad guys jam a ball-gag in her mouth.
I know the characters are supposed to be, well, characters, but gosh, so were Batman and the Joker in the Dark Night but they played it straight so to speak, for the benefit of the film. I guess the producers and director threw up their hands and surrendered.
Written and directed by Roman Polanski (yes I know, boo hiss) after Repulsion and before Fearless Vampire Killers, this odd little film is a cross between Tom Stoppard and Alice in Wonderland. Its mix of genres keeps the viewer mind twisted around careening from a gangster film to sex romp and perverse British humor. The cast is extraordinary featuring Donald Pleasence, Françoise Dorléac, Lionel Stander, Jack MacGowran, Iain Quarrier, Geoffrey Sumner, Renée Houston, William Franklyn and Jacqueline Bissett in her second film role. Dorléac, Catherine Deneuve's older sister had a promising career cut short when she died in a fiery crash on the way to catch a plane.
The cinematography, like all of Polanski's early films, is stark, contrasts between water, land, light, shadow and the banal with beauty. The movie is often overlooked, sandwiched between two of Polanski's most notable films, but is worth the watch, for nothing else than the brilliant performances by Pleasance, Stander and Dorléac.
Brunswick Stew- The South's One Pot Picnic
There are several schools of thought on where this staple of Southern summer celebrations originated. Virginians claim it for their own while Georgia is probably the correct birthplace. The spicy stew most likely descended from the burgoos of Kentucky, a spicy stew that used squirrel as its primary protein.
Well, squirrel meat is not that easy to come by so most modern recipes use a combination of slow cooked pork and chicken. Add onions, tomatoes, corn, bbq sauce and some hot sauce and you've got yourself a meal.
Variations include adding potatoes, lima beans and more meats, but this basic recipe will yield a fine dish suitable for your next barbecue.
4 Tablespoon butter
3 cloves garlic,, minced
1 large yellow onion,, finely chopped
1 (15 oz) can fire roasted tomatoes (undrained)
4 cups chicken stock
1 1/2 cups barbecue sauce, (I used Sweet Baby Ray's)
2 Tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 Tablespoon brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 1/2 pounds smoked pulled pork, (or chicken)
8 oz. frozen or fresh corn
Salt and pepper, to taste
Hot Sauce to taste
Melt butter in a large Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Once melted, add the garlic and onions and saute until soft, about 5 minutes.
Stir in the tomatoes, chicken stock, barbecue sauce, Worcestershire, brown sugar, cayenne, smoked pork, lima beans, corn and salt and pepper.
Bring the mixture to a boil, then reduce to a simmer and cook over medium-low heat for 1 1/2 hours, stirring occasionally.
Of course you can't serve Brunswick Stew with corn muffins so here's a fool-proof recipe. Not too sweet, not dry, but just right!
1 cup cornmeal
1 cup flour
1/3 cup granulated sugar
1/2 tsp salt
4 tsp baking powder
1 cup milk
1/4 cup corn or vegetable oil
Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
Add cornmeal, flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder to a large bowl and whisk to break up any clumps.
Combine egg, milk, and oil in a medium bowl and whisk to combine.
Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and stir until just combined. Do not overmix.
Pour batter into a greased muffin tin, filling each cup about halfway. Bake for 13-17 minutes or until toothpick stuck in the center comes out mostly clean. Don't overbake!
Serve warm with butter and a drizzle of honey, or as a side for chili.
Noted film critic and author David Thomson contrived one of the most bizarre uses of Claudia’s name. Mr. Thomson is widely r
The Renaissance of Horror on Streaming and the Small Screen
When does a fad become a fashion? Horror has been churning up momentum for quite a while. Movies which big time studios and, smaller producers such as Lionsgate and Blumhouse not to mention indie films, horror has been raking in receipts at the box office. But TV had been lagging behind because of censorship issues, except on cable. Some shows such as Tales From the Darkside kept non-cable subscribers tuned in but the sea change came with The Walking Dead. This gory, scary and pretty exploitation laden program benefited from great SFX , excellent acting and for many years, great stories.
The next generation of TV terror came by way of American Horror Story, an uneven but welcome addition to the genre.
However, the dawn of streaming services brought horror into our living rooms and PCs. An entire service, Shudder, is horror based and offers a array of films not generally available, except for those who wished to purchase the DVDs. Amazon Prime Video, Hulu and Netflix also offer high quality transfers of older films , many of them in HD.
But I want to focus on two examples to show that the genre has staying power and has broadened its audience.
What We Do in the Shadows went from a cult classic to a TV series, now in its second season. Plans for a third season have just been announced. The program attracts a variety of viewers, fans of the original movie of course, but many people who have never seen the film are flocking to series. Men and women embrace the show as the characters, though monsters, are quite flawed and in many ways, lovable.
The other phenomenon is on Shudder, The Last Drive-In, hosted by Joe Bob Briggs and Darcy the Mail Girl. Joe Bob (born John Irving Bloom) has done just about everything. A noted author, newspaper columnist, movie critic, actor and host of now his third television show. His character is an unrepentant Texas redneck. He guzzles Lone Star beer while sharing background information on the films The Last Drive-In are showing. He has worked many now famous shticks into his routine as the "Drive-In Totals" and the tendency to say "now back to the movie" then speak for a few more minutes.
His observations are on point, his sense of humor flawless. It's also obvious Joe Bob has a love of the genre and the people who produce, direct and act in it. His guests have included Barbara Crampton, Lloyd Kaufman, Tom Savini and many others.
Darcy the Mailgirl complements Joe Bob with her imaginative cosplay outfits, all handmade. She is also a serious fan of the genre in addition to professional wrestling, video games and comic books. As witty as she is attractive, Darcy and Joe Bob have a wonderful rapport on camera. As a team, they enhance the experience of movie watching not detract from it.
The show's popularity is reflected by the fact Shudder's live streaming server has crashed on occasion because of the sheer volume of users tuning in.
Let us hope that the trend in cult, horror and the weird continue in all media. Recently, Creepshow has appeared as a new episodic TV show and shows great promise. In the meantime, I'll be a faithful viewer of What We Do in the Shadows and The Last Drive-In.
The BEST SCREEN ADAPTATIONS OF
THE NOVELLAS AND WORKS BY hOWARD pHILLIPS lOVECRAFT HAVE ALWAYS PROVIDED FERTILE GROUND FOR FILM ADAPTATIONS. iT MAY COME AS A SURPRISE THAT QUITE A FEW ATTEMPTS WERE MADE IN THE 1960'S BUT BECAUSE OF LOW-BUDGETS AND LIMITED sfx CAPABILITIES THE FILMS, THOUGH WELL MADE DID NOT PROVIDE A FULL COSMIC HORROR PUNCH.
mANY FILM VERSIONS OF LOVECRAFT'S WORKS TOOK GREAT LIBERTIES WITH HIS ORIGINAL STORIES. tHE WRITER'S GREAT THEMES WERE COSMIC HORROR, MANKIND'S INABILITY TO COPE WITH HIS RELATIVELY WORTHLESS PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE, MISCEGENATION AND DREAD OF THE UNKNOWN.MOST MODERN TREATMENTS OF HIS STORIES HAVE INCORPORATED EXTREME BODY HORROR AND GORE TO PROPEL THE NARRATIVES, MUCH TO THE DELIGHT OF TODAY'S AUDIENCES.
i DON'T FEEL A 100% FAITHFUL ADAPTATION OF ONE OF LOVECRAFT's stories is necessary, as long as the film is well produced such as director stuart gordon's long list of horror hits.
with said, here are my personal favorites, in no particular order
1. The Resurrected-1991
2. The Whisperer in the darkness-2011
3. From Beyond-1986
4. In the Mouth of madness-1994
5.Necronomicon- Book of the Dead-1993
8.The haunted palace-1963
9. the curse-1987
10. The Dunwich horror-1970
Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970)
Directed by Russ Meyer
Written by Russ Meyer and Roger Ebert
Starring- Dolly Reid, Cynthia Myers, John Lazar, Edy Williams, Erica Gavin, Phyllis Davis
It would not be an exaggeration to call Beyond the Valley of the Dolls one of the strangest movies ever produced. Looking to cash in on Jacqueline Susann’s deliciously trashy novel (and subsequent trashy big studio film) the movie is by turns funny, amateurish, gross, distasteful, misogynistic, exploitative and brilliant.
There are so many back-stories and interesting behind the camera plot-lines that Meyers himself would be hard pressed to invent similar tales. Distinguished film critic Roger Ebert helped write the screenplay (in addition to two other films by Meyer), surprising because, while Ebert would praise an occasional exploitation film (The Last House on the Left) he generally held a dim view of horror and slasher cinema.
Ms. Susanne was not pleased with the appropriation of her novel’s title and sued 20th Century Fox for damaging her reputation. The case wasn’t settled until well after the author’s death, and resulted in a $2million judgment against the studio.
Originally intended as a sequel to Valley of the Dolls, Suzann was asked by 20th Century Fox to write a screenplay but declined. Meyer and novice screenwriter Roger Ebert then put together a script in six weeks. The pair wanted movie that would be a farcical look at Hollywood , genres, situations, dialogue, characters, and success formulas, heavily overlaid with such shocking violence that some critics and audiences didn't know whether the movie 'knew' it was a comedy”. Meyer’s intention was for the film to "simultaneously be a satire, a serious melodrama, a rock musical, a comedy, a violent exploitation picture, a skin flick, and a morality tale ( the movie debuting soon after the Sharon Tate murders) of what the opening called 'the oft-times nightmarish world of Show Business".
The plot is more or less a classic tale of the innocent girl going to the big city, where, corruption, depravity and death await. In this particular case, we have three damsels, Kelly (Dolly Reid), Casey (Cynthia Myers) and Petronella (Marcia McBroom). Reid and Myers were Playboy centerfolds, with Myers having the distinction of the first Playmate born in the 1950s. Her original photos were taken when she was only 17, so Playboy had to wait until Myers was 18 to publish the pictorial. Reid would later marry famed American comedian Dick Martin (star of the hit comedy show Laugh-In) divorce and remarry him.
The three ladies perform in a rock band, The Kelly Affair, managed by Harris Allsworth (David Gurian), Kelly's boyfriend. The four travel to Los Angeles to find Kelly's estranged aunt, Susan Lake (Phyllis Davis), heiress to a family fortune.
Susan welcomes Kelly and her friends, promising a portion of her inheritance to her niece, but Susan's sleazy financial advisor Porter Hall (Duncan McLeod) discredits them as dirty hippies “who probably smoke grass” in an attempt to embezzle her fortune himself. Undeterred, Susan introduces The Kelly Affair to a bizarre, well-connected rock producer, Ronnie "Z-Man" Barzell (LaZar), who coaxes them into an impromptu performance at one of his outrageous parties, after a set by real-life band The Strawberry Alarm Clock. Kelly’s band is so well-received that Z-Man becomes their Svengali-style manager, changing their name to The Carrie Nations and starting a long-feud with Harris.
Z-man is an odd character in a movie full of odd characters. His speech is a strange mixture of faux-Shakespearean blank verse, mixed with hip 60s lingo. He also has a Nazi-admiring man servant (a theme in some of Meyer’s films) who Z-man reminds to “turn off the ovens” as the man servant leaves for the evening.
Kelly drifts away from Harris and takes up with Lance Rocke (Michael Blodgett) a gigolo who wants Kelly’s inheritance for himself. Harris at first fends off the advances of porn star Ashley St. Ives (Edy Williams, one-time Meyer’s wife) but after losing Kelly, he allows Ashley to seduce him. Ashley soon tires of his conventional nature and inability to perform sexually due to increasing drug and alcohol intake. Harris descends further into heavy drug and alcohol use, leading to a fistfight with Lance and a drug-fueled one night snuggle with Casey which results in her being knocked up. Kelly ends her affair with Lance after he severely beats Harris. Casey, distraught at getting pregnant then has a lesbian affair with clothes designer Roxanne (Erica Gavin), who pressures her to have an abortion. Are you still with me?
Meanwhile, Petronella has a seemingly enchanted romance with law student Emerson Thorne (Harrison Page). After a romance style novel meeting at Z-Man's party, they are shown running slow-motion through golden fields and frolicking in a haystack. Their fairy-tale love affair frays when Pet sleeps with Randy Black (James Inglehart), a violent prize fighter, supposedly based on Mohammed Ali, who beats up Emerson and tries to run him down with a car.
His self-destructive behavior finally catches up to him and Harris does a swan dive off the rafters in a TV studio where the Carrie Nations are performing. Some say it was a cry for help but I just saw it as a means of getting attention. Anyway, Harris survives but is a paraplegic as a result of his injuries. Kelly devotes her life to his recovery, pretty much giving Harris what he wanted all along.
Emerson eventually forgives Petronella for her dalliance with the pugilist. Casey and Roxanne have a steamy, intimate romance, but their happy Sapphic love fest ends when Z-Man invites Casey, Roxanne, and Lance to a psychedelic-fueled party at his house. After Z-Man tries to seduce Lance, who spurns him, he reveals that he has female breasts, meaning he is really a Z-Woman. Z-Man then goes on a murderous rampage: he beheads Lance with a sword, stabs his servant Otto (Henry Rowland) to death, and shoots Roxanne and Casey, killing them.
Harris, Kelly and Petronella arrive at the house and see the carnage, then dispatch Z-Woman. A happy result is that Harris can now move his feet, meaning he is on the way to recovery. Could happen.
A prologue shows everyone has a happy ending except Porter.
Looking at the film as a whole it is a curious work. Billing itself as a satire, the actors appear to have taken a different approach resulting in a convoluted narrative. Some script changes made at the last minute made the narrative incongruous if not unnecessary, such as Z-Man’s exposure (no pun intended) as a woman.
The film also has an uneven cinematic style. Some scenes are shot with great care and atmosphere, such as when Z-Man sticks a gun down Roxanne’s gullet, who fellates the weapon in her sleep, before her brains are blown out. Then again, some of the interior scenes appear like cheapo TV shows in their quality and camera work.
Looking back at the film in 1980 Roger Ebert said to Film Comment
“I think of it as an essay on our generic expectations. It's an anthology of stock situations, characters, dialogue, clichés and stereotypes, set to music and manipulated to work as exposition and satire at the same time; it's cause and effect, a wind-up machine to generate emotions, pure movie without message.”
In the ironic world of Hollywood the movie was a tremendous financial success. Not only that, the distinguished newspaper, The Village Voice named it one of the top 100 films of all time. The work deserves its place in cult film lore, although I find a host of similar films more worthy.
So, if you enjoy your sleazy cinema with lots of gratuitous violence, naked female anatomy and over the top misogyny (all hallmarks of Meyer’s film catalogue) heaven awaits.
However, if you’re the type of film watcher who needs intentional humor to ameliorate the brutality, Hitlerian fetishes, and violence which seemed to make light of the Sharon Tate murders, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, might not be your cup of herbal tea.
Interview with Fred Olen Ray
If you are not familiar with Fred Olen Ray then your cinematic education is in need of a good lesson.
Fred is one of the last great auteurs in cinema today, having come full circle from making cheapie horror flics to making Christmas movies for network television.
I had the great honor and pleasure to interview him last Fall. I originally wanted to interview him for my biography of Claudia Jennings, since he was close with one of her former boyfriends, Gary Graver. That meeting never happened due to his busy schedule, but I later caught up with him.
Mr. Ray has made every type of genre film and worked with a startling number of awesome actors from Barbara Steele, Cameron Mitchell, Martine Bestwick, Dick Miller, Jeffrey Combs, Sid Haig, Martin Landau, Robert Quarry, Paul Naschy, Lee Van Cleef, David Carradine, Linnea Quigley, Michelle Bauer, Gunnar Hansen and scores of others.
Among his achievements are Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, The Tomb, Evil Toons, Deep Space, Armed Response and Attack of the 60-foot Centerfold.
These days Mr. Ray concentrates his efforts on Christmas holiday films such as the popular One Fine Christmas, A Baking Christmas, A Wedding for Christmas and A Christmas in Vermont.
A kind and gracious gentleman, it was an honor and pleasure to interview him.
Eric: Thank you again for agreeing to the interview, Mr. Ray. I suppose my first question is the one I would have asked when I writing Claudia’s biography. How did you meet Gary Graver?
FOR: I met Gary when we were working on Commando Squad. And Gary was so easy to work with. If I wanted a shot with a certain amount of sunlight or a particular angle, he would instinctively deliver it. And if the sun was going down or something else was happening Gary would always deliver the shot. I watched the documentary on Orson Welles’ last film the other week and you know he did almost all the cinematography for it.
Eric: Gary was multitalented, wasn’t he?
FOR: Yes, he was an actor, a director, obviously a fine cinematographer, but he was also a great writer. And there’s no way to know how many films and projects he was involved with because he used different names and was sometimes uncredited. He was one of the most generous people I’ve ever met in Hollywood. And he and Orson were long time associates and friends. Gary did everything for Welles from go-fer, to cinematographer.
Eric: Weren’t you and he going to make a film with Oja Kodar?
ROR: Yes, and I was very excited to be a part of the project. Oja was Orson’s mistress and when he passed away, she wanted Gary to shoot the film. It was called Jaded and was going to feature footage from Orson’s unfinished movie of The Merchant of Venice. Somewhere, somehow the film disappeared which was a shame. I believe Gary also shot some scenes with her in Croatia as part of another film. I am also a distant relative of Orson’s. But Gary did a lot of second unit work for films such as The Howling, Enter the Dragon and Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Eric: Did you ever get a chance to meet Claudia Jennings?
FOR: No, she died about three years before I moved to L.A. But Gary was a player. Besides Claudia, he dated Erica Gavin, Barbara Luna and then dated Jillian Kestner. Sad to say he didn’t marry Jillian until the day before he died. And she tragically died almost a year to the day after Gary passed away. It was stunning to all of us. They were such a sweet couple. All of our families were close,
Eric: Can you tell me about your influences growing that made you want to be a director?
FOR: Well I grew up in the era of the monster renaissance, with the Munsters, Famous Monsters of Filmland and those movies by Roger Corman and others. When I was a kid you were either into surfing, hot rods or monsters. I was into monsters. And kids were into making their own movies because of the availability of the 8mm cameras. So, I got one, around 1967 and started making my own movies. I never wanted to make short movies. I always wanted to make features. Because I wanted to make money, there’s no money in shorts. I did one a few years ago and it won a shitload of awards. But I lost every dollar I put into it.
Eric: Please tell me about the first movie I saw of yours, Scalps. I felt it had the quality look of more ballyhooed films like The Hills Have Eyes.
FOR: Well we had no budget for that film. The budget was $15,000 and we came in under. One note on Scalps, it never appeared anywhere in the world in its entirety uncut, except for the original US theatrical release.
Eric: Which actors do you remember the most?
FOR: Well a lot of it depended on the budget we had. The bigger the picture the bigger names we could attract. Actors like Lee Van Cleef, Martin Landau, Shelley Long, Dennis Weaver, Telly Savalas, Cliff Robertson and so on. For a film fan like me it was heaven. In fact, I used to try and drive as many of them to the set each day just to have that one-on-one time. People like Barbara Steele, Van Cleef and John Carradine. Because there’s no time once you get to the set. It’s a 12-hour day and all business. But in the drive over I could ask them about their life and careers and get to know them a bit.
Eric: Michelle Bauer seems to have been your muse, appearing in a number of features. When did you meet her?
FOR: It was on the set of The Tomb. She was very talented and very beautiful. She also had a great sense of humor. She appeared in that film and then a few others I directed and we gradually became friends. I still see her a couple times a month out here.
Eric: Could you tell me about your experience with Robert Quarry?
FOR: Well Bob was retired when I convinced him to do a movie for me. Same with Sid Haig who I had to convince to shave his head for a role, But next time I saw him he had his full “Sid Haig” beard grown out. But Robert came in and became a part of the family. He was living in a small apartment, hadn’t worked for a while and existed on social security and a modest pension. So, we immediately hit off to the point where he house sat for my son when I was out of town. We would have breakfast every Sunday. He did great work for me. And he even did the voice work for the monster in Evil Toons. He became the Uncle I never had.
Eric: Tell about your relationship with Quentin Tarantino
FOR: You know that’s funny. A guy named Clifton and Tarantino came to the set where I was filming Bad Girls from Mars. They wanted to borrow a synchronized 16 mm movie camera that actually plugged into a wall socket. I had lent this camera out to several directors who ended up becoming pretty famous. Anyway, Tarantino comes back and returns the camera saying it didn’t synchronize properly. Well it had for everyone else. So, it came as bit of a surprise when I saw an interview with him, where he said I was instrumental in getting him started in the film business. Which was nice, even if it wasn’t very true.
Eric: Mr. Ray, please tell me a little about the Retromedia Entertainment Group you started.
FOR: It’s a hobby, just a lark. It started when someone wanted to license Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers for DVD and I said wait a minute…I’ve got all these other titles, why should I let someone cherry-pick my films. We started converting many of the films to DVD, which was a great learning experience, since I knew very little about DVD’s at the time. We did the cover art and found enough distributors to make the Group a worthwhile project. And I only license films that I would like to watch personally. But I’m enjoying it, I’ve had a good time, and it's making money.
Eric: Is there any chance of finding some of your lost films through Retromedia?
FOR: I don’t know maybe. There’s a company in Florida that specializes in finding lost works. I grew up near Sarasota and my parents were totally opposed to my career choice- a middle class kid with smarts wanting to make monster movies. And they were half-right. There’s a big difference between shooting a film with your own camera, in your backyard to making big budget movies on network TV, in theaters or on HBO and Cinemax. It’s a different kind of person who can do that. Some people have it, some people don’t. There were also a ton of Florida made films that were tax dodges. Producers could write off twice the amount of money the film lost and still make a profit. It was like the film The Producers, Mel Brooks' first movie. There was a movie made in Ft. Lauderdale called The Great Balloon Race with a huge, all-star cast, I don’t know if it ever got released. When I read about it, I immediately thought this was a tax dodge.
Eric: Just a few more questions before we run out of time. I read an interview where you were less than sanguine about the current state of the horror genre and didn’t think much of the new wave of directors. Was that accurate?
FOR: Well horror will always be an enduring genre, no doubt. But my answers in that interview were strictly personal. There aren’t any current films that interest me as an individual. Besides going to the movies today is an iffy proposition. Why should I pay exorbitant prices for what probably be a disappointment? I can stay home, sit in a comfortable chair and watch Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein or The Fall of the House of Usher and have a great time. To me its better than going to a theater and wasting a couple hours of my life that I will never get back (laughing). But I’ve always lived my life as I wanted. I raised two kids as a single parent, don’t owe anybody child support or alimony. I’ve done what I’ve wanted to do with my family life and professional life. A lot of actresses used to come up to me and tell me they were scream queens. I told them, unless they were half-dressed, in waist high swamp water in a Roger Corman film, freezing to death at night, they weren’t scream queens. We made a few of so-called Scream Queen movies, which were good, then we made one more called Little Devils, but the timing was wrong and it didn’t do very well at the box office. But today, a lot of films call themselves Scream Queen movies, but I don’t feel they qualify. And so many times the contemporary actresses who are self-styled scream queens are just standing on the shoulders of the ladies who pioneered the trope in the Corman films. These girls want to latch onto the fame without doing the work or busting their ass like the real scream queens did.
Eric: I suppose the modern version of the scream queen is now “final girl”?
FOR: I’m not sure what that is.
Eric: It’s the name given in horror films to the last female character left alive.
FOR: Well I’m a bit unfamiliar with the modern horror genre. I don’t visit any horror webzine sites and things like that. These days I’m a director, that’s my job, just like someone going to work at K-Mart. I get up at 5 AM and it’s a job. Don’t get me wrong it’s a job but a well paying one and I only have to work 2-3 times a year. It’s a profession. It would be a hobby if I wasn’t working so much. They say no one’s happy with their job unless they would do it for free. That’s the way I feel about film-making- I’d do it for free if I could afford to.
Eric: Last question. Are their any circumstances under which you’d return to the horror and adventure genres?
FOR: Well I go where the money is and right now, TV movies like women’s thrillers and Christmas films are in demand. But I’m a director for hire, I’ll go where the budget dictates. At this moment, though, the TV movies are where the interest is. But there are things I won’t film. I won’t film drug abuse or women being abused. I’m not a person who would direct a film with a lot of rapes- it turns my stomach. Oh, one last thing. Gary shot a film with Claudia for Roger Corman called Deathsport.
Eric: Yes, they’d actually met before on the set of Moonshine County Express
FOR: I had worked with David Carradine (one of the starts of Deathsport) and he told me the director of Deathsport had gotten upset with Claudia and slapped her. David told me he “roughed him up”. Apparently, the next day the director showed with a pistol on his hip. Carradine called Corman and said I can’t work like this. One thing I was always good about was keeping my temper on the set. It never made anything better, in fact it would make things worse.
Eric: Eventually Corman fired the original director and brought in another to finish the film. Mr. Ray I want to thank you so much for your time and recollections. I wish we had more time to explore your wrestling career and talk more in-depth about some of your films. Your reputation as a stand-up guy and gentleman is well deserved. Best of luck to you on your future projects.
FOR: No problem, my pleasure.
directed by Uwe Boll, starring Michael Pare, and Will Anderson
" Bolled Over"
I've spent a great amount of time and effort watching and studying extreme cinema. Much of it is amateurish, such as the August Underground films. Uwe Boll represents a select group of European directors and auteurs that specialize in body destruction, extreme cruelty and a sense of perversity not often found in mainstream cinema. These gentleman include Lars von Trier, Tom Six, Alexandre Aja and Olaf Ittenbach, who worked with Boll on a few projects.
Boll is considered one of the most controversial, because of his films and his outrageous comments to the media, calling some of his contemporaries and critics "retards".
I found Seed one of the most offensive films I've ever watched. The first few minutes of running time consist of a PETA documentary that shows graphic mutilations and murders of live dogs. Where PETA's use of the footage may have to been to raise sympathy for their cause ( a dubious proposition) Boll's use of it is strictly for exploitation and the subversive nature of his film. He also cynically disclosed he was going to donate some of the profits for the film to various charities, a transparent and disingenuous move.
The movie is of the slasher/serial killer genre. It is especially heartless as animals, women, children and men are all tortured and murdered by the main character Max Seed. As a boy he was disfigured when his schoolbus caught fire, so naturally he turned out to be a psychotic killer. After accumulating 666 murders he is caught. The authorities try to execute him, but after two attempts to fry him on old sparky, the warden, executioner, the police detective who caught him and prison doctor are afraid a third attempt would not put him down, triggering an old law stipulating he can go free. They decide, unwisely, to bury him alive in a sealed coffin, where they hope the maniac will just quietly into the night. Fat fucking chance.
Max digs himself out and goes on a rampage. In one loathsome scene he ties a woman to a chair and chops at her head with a small axe until the walls of the room are drenched in blood . After 30 or so whacks, her head is considerably diminished.
Then Max goes after everyone who had anything to do with his almost electrocution and premature burial. They are dispatched in various gory ways until no one is left but the police detective. He puts four cops to guard his family and tries to track down Max. Well, I guess he doesn't watch too many horror movies. He gets a note from the killer and speeds over to his house, only to find the four cops chopped into pieces and carefully stacked in the bathtub. The detective (played by Pare-oh Michael, we mourn for the days of Streets of Fire) is lured to the house where Seed is holding his family hostage. A predictable downbeat ending concludes this outrage before the final credits roll.
So let's add up the positives of the film. The SFX are good. Other than that, the dialogue is perfunctory and lame, the direction aimless, the tension is limp and even the music is lame. The camera work is middling and the set design looks like it came from an infomercial. Boll who did make some laudable films such as Rampage, missed the boat on this one. Boll is also able to convince high quality actors to appear in his films and then makes them into bad ones. No easy thing to do.
All of things could be excused except for the animal atrocities in the beginning of the movie. We've seen critters being killed before-Cannibal Holocaust is an notorious example. The art in film however derives from transcending a "documentary" experience into something hyper-natural. Other than a few genuine weirdos, would we want to watch actual concentration camp horrors and snuff films? Watching a gory, visceral horror film should be a transcendent experience. The characters should make us care about them, the movie should have a much larger vision and it should be fun, even if its of the roller-coaster variety. I often compare extreme films to those of Herschell Gordon Lewis' sadistic romps. Lewis at least had a tongue in cheek sensibility so the audience didn't have to take his films too seriously. Unfortunately, Boll made a bad movie worse with his careless use of sadistic dog killing footage. I understand he no longer makes films, but owns some successful restaurants in Vancouver. Next time I'm there I must visit one. Hopefully, the images of the poor dogs being butchered will have been erased from my memory.
Movie Review- The Reflecting Skin- 1990
Imagine walking into any of the fine Metropolitan Museums of Art in our country, say San Francisco, Chicago or New York. Then imagine a gallery with just one painting, a work so vast that it takes two hours to see all of it. Every part of the painting bears careful examination because it would be a shame to miss any nuance, symbol or emotion the masterpiece elicits.
The Reflecting Skin, directed by Phillip Ridley, is not so much a horror film but an art film that explores the horrors, and fears of childhood depicted as a nightmarish descent into adolescent hell. As I see it, if Ingmar Bergman was born and raised in the Midwest, this would be his contribution to the horror genre. It is one of the finest American Gothic horrors to be filmed, all the more miraculous since its director is British.
The story is viewed through the eyes of young Seth Dove (Jeremy Cooper, in a bravura performance), who lives on remote farm, in the middle of a bucolic paradise, somewhere in the Midwest. He and his friends delight in tormenting a young English widow, Dolphin Blue (Lindsey Duncan) for no apparent reason except childish cruelty. The opening scene is one you will never forget.
Seth lives with a domineering mother and detached, withdrawn father, who run a gas station. One day a group of black leather clad punks drive up in a black Cadillac needing some petrol. These are no singing, dancing hoods from Grease as we will discover. They make Seth a promise that someday soon, they will return for him.
Forced to go Dolphin Blue's home to apologize for a vicious prank, Seth is fascinated by her family's whaling artifacts. He also learns her backstory, how her husband committed suicide a week after their marriage. Dolphin Blue then mentions her depression and how she feels "two hundred years old.". Because Seth had heard his father discussing vampires because of a novel he's reading, so the lad starts to believe Dolphin is a real vampire.
When one of Seth's friends goes missing, he and another friend ransack Dolphin's house, but run in terror when they spy her masturbating. Seth later finds his friend dead in an isolated cistern. The police suspect Seth's dad, owing to a previous homosexual incident in his past. The father, overcome with despair and believing the police will not leave him in peace, pours gas over himself and becomes a human s'mores.
Cameron (Viggo Mortensen), Seth's brother, comes home to look after the boy, as the mother has become comatose. While visiting their father's grave site, Cameron meets Dolphin and find they have a mutual attraction. To Seth's horror the two begin a passionate affair. Cameron confesses to Dolphin he was part of the government's atomic bomb experiments. Seth and his friend then witness the two making love which repels them.
As the boys run away, the black Cadillac appears and the leather gang kidnaps Seth's friend, who is found dead the next day.
Cameron we discover is dying from radiation sickness. Seth interpret this as a sign of Dolphin's vampirism as she is slowly sucking the life out of him. He decides not to warn her of the black Cadillac and Dolphin happily accepts a ride from the men. Later on, when Dolphin's body is found, Cameron melts down in front of his brother. Seth, finally realizing what he has done, screams into the setting sun, a cry that is simultaneously filled with anger, shame, despair and sorrow.
One can describe this film in many ways. A work of great beauty, it is reminiscent of the films of David Lynch (Blue Velvet in particular) that even a sunny, All-American setting can hide real decay and terror. Sometimes the horrors happen in broad daylight. The use of shadow in nighttime and interior shots are striking, especially when Seth's father erupts in a ball of flame in the middle of the night.
There is no doubt The Reflecting Skin is a morbid, over-the-top and disturbing work. It takes time to unfold so if you're looking for a roller coaster type horror romp, this is not that film. Instead it is a door few of us want to enter; a world of nightmares, unspeakable acts, unknown antagonists and a downbeat ending so profound that it's controlled and visionary qualities cut through the heart like a broadsword. Ridley is one of the most talented individuals in the world. He is a distinguished writer, lyricist, and director. A man for all seasons, it seems. Between the acting, photography, story and a general sense of uneasiness, I feel this is his Magnum Opus.
Many of you are aware of my biography of Claudia, inspired by what I thought was unfair treatment of her memory.
Most of you are probably unaware of my novel, Mimi, my first published work. I tried to throw everything in to this very adult, paranormal, quirky, funny, tragic story of two lovers. The most important elements (besides seeing if I could write realistic sex scenes) were character development and dialogue. I think I succeeded. Mimi is sold just about everywhere and is also available on Kindle.
My Favorite 103 Films of All-time
2. The Godfather (1972)
3. Vertigo (1958)
4. The Lady from Shanghai (1947)
5. Raging Bull (1980)
6. Citizen Kane (1941)
7. The Wizard of Oz (1939)
8. Singing in the Rain (1952)
9. La Jete'e (1962)
10. Fargo ( 1976)
11. City Lights (1931)
12. Schindler's List (1993)
13. The Searchers (1956)
14. Unforgiven (1992)
15. The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)
16. Potempkin ( 1925)
17. The General (1927)
18. Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)
19. Treasure of the Sierre Madre (1948)
20. Lawrence of Arabia ( 1962)
21.Miller's Crossing (1990)
22. On the Waterfront (1954)
23. It's a Wonderful Life (1946)
24. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
25. The Maltese Falcon (1941)
26. The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)
27. The Battle of Algiers (1966)
28. One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
29. The Godfather Part 2 (1974)
30. Rosemary's Baby (1968)
31. The Grapes of Wrath ( 1940)
32. Double Indemnity (1944)
33. Intolerance (1916)
34. West Side Story (1961)
35. Taxi Driver ( 1976)
36.Duck Soup (1933)
37. Cabaret (1972)
38. A Clockwork Orange (1971)
39. In the Heat of the Night (1967)
40. Chinatown (1974)
41. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
42. Gone with the Wind (1939)
43. Come and See (1985)
44. Dr. Strangelove ( 1962)
45. The Sound of Music (1965)
46. Mary Poppins (1964)
47. The Thing (1954)
48. Goodfellas (1990)
49. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
50. Rashamon (1950)
51. Michael Clayton (2007)
52. The Exterminating Angel (1962)
53. No Country for Old Men (2007)
54. The Tree of Life (2011)
55. Performance (1970)
56. Ran (1985)
57. Breathless (1960)
58. Annie Hall (1977)
59. The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)
60. Rear Window (1954)
61. King of Hearts (1966)
62. Jaws (1975)
63. Saving Private Ryan (1998)
64. The Third Man (1949)
65.The Long Good Friday (1979)
66. La Strada (1954)
67. Haxan (1922)
68. Solaris (1972)
69. Silence of the Lambs (1991)
70. Stalker ( 1979)
71. Little Big Man (1970)
72. L'Avventura (1960)
73. Casino (1995)
74. The Dark Knight (2008)
75. Orphee (1950)
76. The Vanishing (1988)
77. Un Chien Andalou (1929)
78. The Wild Bunch (1969)
79. 12 Angry Men (1957)
80. Wings of Desire ( 1987)
81. Spartacus ( 1960)
82. Blade Runner (1982)
83. Knife in the Water (1962)
85. Star Wars (1977)
86. Sunset Blvd. (1950)
87. Closely Watched Trains (1966)
88. Grande Illusion (1937)
89. Grave of the Fireflies (1988)
90. The Seventh Seal (1957)
91. Taxi Driver (1976)
92. Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf (1966)
93. Metropolis (1927)
94. The French Connection (1971)
95. Aguirre Wrath of God (1972)
96. Pan's Labyrinth (2006)
97. Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001)
98. Before the Devil Knows You're Dead (2007)
99. Dog Day Afternoon (1975)
100. Fail Safe (1964)
Unlike many GOAT lists, mine spans all genres and directing philosophies.
101. Anatomy of a Murder
102. Reservoir Dogs
103. King Kong
10 Great Comedies ou Should Watch Immediately- Trust me, you'll feel better.
Comedies come in many styles-slapstick, goofy, sophisticated,and everything in between. They are often levened with a bit of tension or even horror but keep their comic blood flowing. Silent or modern these are the films that keep us young at heart and hopeful when life is just too grim to stand. These days comedies are the most valuable commodity we have so spend a few hours with these pearls of brilliance. Many of these have a musical component which I find irresistable
Note- All of these are the original films
1.What's Up Tiger Lilly
2. Duck Soup
3. Sons of the Desert
4. Never Give a Sucker An Even Break
6. Kind Hearts and Coronets
8.Monty Python and the Holy Grail
9. Raising Arizona
My Current Top 100 Films in Cinema History
Flat Iron Steaks with Chermoula
Summer cooking calls for bold flavors to perk up heat jaded appetites. Chermoula is an ideal condiment that goes with just about anything. It can be used as a salad dressing for chilled, cooked vegetables and legumes, a marinade for meats and fish and finally a sauce for finished proteins.
This recipe calls for using it as part of the marinade and a finishing sauce. Flat Iron steaks are cut from the shoulder of the cow, along the blade. An unlikely location for a tender portion, flat irons are a decent value and have a great mouth feel and flavor.
3/4 teaspoon coriander seeds
3/4 teaspoon cumin seeds
2 garlic cloves
3/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1/4 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1 teaspoon smoked paprika
3/4 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4–1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
1 cup (packed) cilantro leaves with tender stems
1 cup (packed) parsley leaves with tender stems
1/2 cup (packed) mint leaves
- Toast coriander and cumin seeds in a dry small skillet, tossing occasionally, until very fragrant, about 2 minutes. Let cool, then lightly crush with a spice grinder.
Purée toasted seeds, garlic, oil, lemon zest, lemon juice, paprika, salt, and red pepper flakes in a blender until spices are ground and mixture is very smooth.
Add cilantro, parsley, and mint; process until well combined but slightly textured.
4-5 flat iron steaks
1/4 cup lemon juice
1/2 cup Chermoula
1/2 cup dry white wine
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
1/2 TB sugar
1/2 tsp garlic powder
Combine all marinade ingredients.
Mix until well combined and seasonings dissolved into liquid.
Place meat in ziploc bag; pour marinade over.
Marinate for 1-2 hours, turning occasionally.
Grill meat according to desired doneness.
Serve Chermoula on the side.
Cla The Sinful Dwarf-1974
s Director- Vidal Raski
Writers- Harlan Asquith, William Mayo
Starring-Anne Sparrow, Tony Eades,Clara Keller and Torben as the Dwarf
Did Somebody Order Danish?
Denmark is generally recognized as one of the more passive of the group of passive nations known as the Nordic States. Excellent baked goods, superb butter, Hans Christian Andersen, you know, the whole schmear. Who would have thought that in the sinful 1970s Denmark produced some impressive pornographic films. Then The Sinful Dwarf came along. This beauty combines sexploitation with a "roughie" sensibility borrowed from the bowels of porn to give the viewer a bath of decadent sleaze.
At the heart of the story is Olaf (the Dwarf) and his dear old mum, who run a boarding house which is a front for a white slavery, prostitution, heroin smuggling and all kinds of nastiness.
The movie opens with Olaf luring a young girl (her pigtails suggest she's a teen but her body confesses the lady is at least 25) to the house, where he knocks her unconscious with his cane and strips her. The poor thing is then made a junkie and forced to service gentlemen callers.
A recently married couple has the misfortunate to rent a room at , as Popeye would say it "a house of ill-re-pukes". They settle in where their love-making is watched by the very horny and voyeuristic little person. One day Olaf makes his move. The little sprite clubs the husband senseless, violates the wife with his handy cane then rapes her.
Torben makes a frightening presence with a maniacal grin and a distorted face that would give munchkins nightmares for weeks. And no, it's not an adolescent Jack Black in the title role. His mother, an alcoholic former cabaret singer, entertains by doing Carmen Miranda and Marlene Dietrich numbers in costume- actually quite effective given the budget of the film.
The film perfectly captures the sleazy atmosphere. In the room where the women lay stoned and used on dirty mattresses, you can almost smell the sweat and sex oozing from the screen.
In a universe where Dwarf sexploitation rarely lives up to its promise, this movie delivers and then some. If you appreciate beautiful women in peril, sex, drug use, abuse, mechanical animals and nudity, take a bite of this Scandinavian smorgasbord of sleaze.