Posts tagged with cult movie

Requiem for a Heavy Breather: Bill Landis, 1959-2008

Sleazoid Express creator Bill Landis was a pioneering publisher who really did change the world (for the better), an endlessly imaginative writer, a performer in hardcore films during theatrical porn’s Golden Age and a projectionist who worked Times Square’s glorious toilet-bowl theaters.

At the same time, Bill Landis was also a miserable junkie, a hyper-paranoid head-case, and a world-class pain-in-the-ass.

And now Bill Landis is dead, at age 49, from a heart attack.

I miss him already. And I always will. Read all about it after the jump.

Softcore super-siren Andrea Davis has been hailed for having the largest, longest, and most lickably illustrious nipples in contemporary sexploitation. Now she’s gone and done something unthinkable and unspankable. Come joining us in mourning over not coming.

That’s Hollywood! was a late-'70s/early-’80s syndicated TV series doling out admirable half-hour cinema history lessons that were narrated by the dulcet tones of Mr. Tom Bosley. Before VCRs and instant access to more movie clips than anyone could possibly stand, this and Siskel and Ebert served as methadone to movie freaks between big-screen fixes. The show has become something of a minor cult item, and never moreso than in the instance of its episode dedicated to big cult movies.

The finest nudity-laden films of 2008 include two horror hits, and a comedy featuring the naked asshole, vagina, and pert little suck-sacks of Meg McCarville, who was Andrea Davis’s main competition in the realm of superhumanly succulent nipples, and who know has the crown all to herself. Congratulations to us. Click the nips for more.

Things that make you go boi-i-i-ng: this week’s theme is the inventive employment of grotesque rubber appendages in the service of one-of-a-kind, whacked-out sexploitation chestnuts.

Sex in the Comics (1973), fresh on DVD from Just for the Hell of It video, freakily brings ancient funny-paper characters to life with live humans donning psychotic-episode-inducing latex masks, unnerving editing techniques, limp dicks, unsuckled bosoms, and authentically insane concepts of eroticism.

From Troma DVD comes Getting Lucky (1990), the legendary Green Magic adventure half-remembered by viewers of USA Up All Night in which a leprechaun in a beer bottle shrinks a nerd so small he can – and does – get lost in a cheerleaders’ pubic hair.

Go. Bounce along now. Read.

Among its many repulsive and/or revolutionary revelations, the classic splatter blow-out Pieces (1982) proved (as its ads touted) that “you don’t have to go to Texas for a chainsaw massacre.”

Now the heroic exploitation-movie archeologists at Grindhouse Releasing bring that very same chainsaw massacre right to you via a new, gloriously realized two-disc special edition Pieces DVD.

Meanwhile, at a midnight showing quite possibly near you (with more on the way), Repo! The Genetic Opera (2007) is packing screwed-up teenage asses into theater seats like no cult sensation in recent memory (or mammaries).

Repo’s got blood, it’s got guts, it's got body-fluid thrill freaks looking for a kick, and it’s got a Gothily tarted-up Paris Hilton.

McBeardo reports on the considerable sex appeal of all of the above after the jump. Just click on Paris Hilton's nipple.

Count Rackula Reviews Two Horror Classics

Greetings, my friends, and welcome back to Castle Rackula. This week I am very excited to be talking about two of the most important horror movies of the early 1980s, now available for the first time in deluxe edition DVD from the good people at Grindhouse Releasing.

The first is Lucio Fulci’s legendary 1981 Gothic gore-fest The Beyond, or as my friend Bob Guccione would say, L'aldila ; the second in Juan Piquer Simon’s 1982 skin-filled cult classic Pieces, or Mil gritos tiene la noche if you’re Francisco Franco.

Read the full reviews and watch a clip from Pieces after the bite.

The funky film noir 52 Pick-Up boasts two impeccably classy leads (Roy Scheider and Ann-Margret), an A-list director of some of cinema’s greatest thrillers (John Frankenheimer), and it was adapted from the work of one of the most respected modern crime novelists (Elmore Leonard).

Fortunately, 52 Pick-Up transcends its high-brow pedigree to rule as one of Hollywood’s all-time sleaziest big budget undertakings. For that, we love it, and it was on this date in 1986 that 52 Pick-Up first brought its dirty dealings to the big screen.

52 Pick-Up is loaded with real-life porn stars (including Amber Lynn, who gets naked) and contains top-tier toplessness from young Kelly Preston who’s tied up and tortured, and Prince protégé Vanity as a peep show worker posing for Polaroids.

Click the poster for some bracingly bare eyefuls.