Tuesday, December 25, 2007Medusa One kind of forgets that there was a point in history when George Hamilton was famous for actually doing stuff, as opposed to just standing around and having a weird tan. Medusa features a young Hamilton as an American cad in Greece who gets on the wrong end of a substantial Mob debt. Mobster Cameron Mitchell has cut George plenty of slack because he kind of likes the young rakehell, and because George stands to inherit more than enough money to both pay off his debt and pay off plenty of potential future debts. But when word gets out that George may be loosing out on the loot, Mitchell pushes him to track down the people in charge of the will and encourage them to make sure all is well. When those people start turning up murdered, things get ugly for poor George, who expresses remorse for his murderous side projects by doing things like crouching in the corner of a shadowy room and staring off into the distance as he sits on a ride in a playground on a bleak day. Only his sister stands besides him, though Cameron Mitchell seems to be a pretty decent friend when he's not forced to beat George up to collect on the debt.This movie was pretty boring. Hamilton is surprisingly effective as the young cad, hamming it up a bit in spots -- but what are you going to do when you're opposite Cameron Mitchell? Compared to him, Hamilton is positively understated. Hamilton's sister is played by the gorgeous Luciana Paluzzi, the murderous Fiona from Thunderball, and Gordon Hessler -- fresh off directing a number of Edgar Allen Poe films for AIP but long before he directed Pray for Death starring Sho Kosugi -- is behind the camera. Still, a solid cast and crew can't make up for a terribly meandering plot that never seems to have any point. It never gives us a reason to give a damn about anything that's happening. When it's revealed that the murderous George Hamilton might not be the murderer after all, it should be a big revelation. Instead, it's delivered via a throw-away line you will miss if you nod off -- and believe me, you will nod off. Worth watching if you want to see George Hamilton emoting or Cameron Mitchell with his shirt off, but beyond that, there's not much reason to bother with this lackluster crime drama. Labels: Set: Chilling Classics posted by Armando at 2:49 AM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Thursday, December 20, 2007Country Blue Fulfills the 1970s law that all country-related movies had to star Dub Taylor in a dirty t-shirt. It's basically a drive-in exploitation version of Badlands or Bonnie and Clyde, with two young folks on the run after a botched bank robbery. The film does strive to be something a little more, with some interesting arty techniques and some attempts at message (for example, the protagonists are cool with the black people, even in 1970s rural south Georgia -- actually filmed around Tallahassee). It doesn't entirely succeed, but it's also not entirely boring. Dub gets to play it pretty serious, instead of just having to cackle and jig dance and whatever else he was often seen doing. The leads are sort of vacant, but I'm pretty sure they're doing their best to mimic the acting style in Badlands. It works in a lot of ways like a rural version of a blaxploitation film, meaning that you get to see a lot of guerrilla style "on the street" (or the dirt road) slice of life footage, which I always think is cool (though not as cool here as just watching Fred Williamson walk around Harlem for ten minutes). Pretty good music here, too. All in all, not a great film, but surprisingly worth the time it took to watch it.Labels: Set: Drive-In Classics posted by Armando at 5:36 AM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Wednesday, December 19, 2007Hercules Against the Mongols The year is 1227, and the infamous Ghengis Khan has died. His power has gone to his son Ogadai, but his three other sons squabble among themselves for the scraps, always looking for an opportunity to elevate themselves through whatever means possible. And that is the basis for much of this film, which features Ghengis' three backstabbing sons trying to outmaneuver one another. Enter Maciste, or is it Hercules? Exactly what Hercules was doing alive in 1227 AD is a mystery.We first meet Hercules as he is strolling through 13th century China. While Hercules is in China, the Mongols are kicking up a lot of dust in Europe. Ghengis Khan's sons are busy trying to oppress the masses when along comes Maciste, who must have walked from China. Maybe he did that thing the Incredible Hulk used to do where he could jump really high and far to cover long distances in a short amount of time. Hercules kicks some Mongolian tail, then befriends the beleaguered population of eastern Europe. The sons of the Khan are annoyed that this beefy Greek has strolled thousands of years into the future to spoil their fun, but they are torn asunder over what to do with him. The obvious answer is "kill him." One of the sons decides it would be better if he tried to be buddy-buddy with Hercules and get him on the Mongol side. After all, no one really ever failed to benefit from having a demigod behind their cause. Plus, you know, they're just two beefy tough guys with a lot to tell each other about protein shakes and the finer points of Mongolian wrestling. So they manage to capture Hercules, or rather, he sort of just walks up to them and gets captured after his tactic of going, "Hey, why not call off the conquest of the world?" doesn't pan out the way he planned. So the main Mongol puts Herc is chains but is generally pretty nice to him, hoping that Hercules will join him after the Greek hero learns a little more about traditional Mongol puppet theater and that throat singing thing. Hercules gets to fight in a tournament, because all peplum films must have a tournament. If he wins, he gets to chose either his own freedom or the freedom of a captured European princess, who of course instantly falls madly in love with Hercules. The plan was for Herc to kick ass on the first two evil brothers but then throw the fight for his friendly captor, thus making the others look like dolts while the other one looks all cool and tough. Hercules gets carried away though and just kicks everyone's ass, thereby winning the freedom of the princess but not winning any points with his captors. And then there's this sleazy guy who pretends to be her most faithful servant when, in fact, he is a villainous traitor working with the Mongols to kill whitey and make Hercules looks like a coward. It all results mostly in Hercules kicking a lot of Mongol ass and then strutting around heroically. At the end of the day, it has action, drama, muscles, spear-throwing, hearty laughing a-plenty, more action, and plenty of other good stuff. Throw it all in the stew, sprinkle with a healthy dose of men in loin cloths and women in revealing outfits, and you have a recipe for one fine night of entertainment. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:35 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Saturday, December 15, 2007Hercules vs. the Moon Men With a name like Alan Steele, you're bound to become a Hercules. That's one of those names like Bart Savagewood or Rock Slabchest. Along with Kirk Morris, Steele (born Sergio Ciani) was one of the few Italian-born actors to find success as a leading man in the sword and sandal genre. Bodybuilding had yet to catch on Italy the way it had on America's West Coast, so homegrown stars were generally relegated to the ranks of second fiddle or "skinny little buddy." Steele was an exception, and that allowed him to work his way up the peplum food chain (high in whey protein). He began his career in 1959 with a small part in Hercules Unchained, and later appeared in Samson (1961), Fury of Hercules (1962), Samson and the Slave Queen (1963), and The Rebel Gladiators (1963) before hitting the big-time with a starring role in 1964’s Hercules Against Rome. That same year, Steele made what is probably his best-known sword and sandal film, the strange Hercules Against the Moon Men, which once again attempted to blend the worlds of ancient fantasy and science fiction by having Herc face off against a bunch of slow moving rock monsters from outer space.It starts off pretty well, as a meteor lands on Samar Mountain, causing a volcano to erupt. Shortly thereafter, the residents are forced to offer their children once every third full moon to this "hungry mountain of death." Apparently this is under the orders of the Moon men. In one of the opening scenes, we see a door open up on the side of the mountain, while Roman soldiers push in the wailing sacrifices. The Moon men want to take over the world. If you lived on the moon, you'd consider relocating as well. Sure it looks cool and everything, but after you visit the Sea of Tranquility for the millionth time, you'd probably start dreaming about things like lakes, trees and waterslides. And since you'd have grown up there, the novelty of doing those astronaut leaps would have worn off after a while. So yeah, screw the moon. The Moon men have organized these sacrifices of Earth virgins mostly just for shits and giggles, and being a man of righteousness, or at least a man in need of some asses to kick, Hercules won't stand for such injustice, especially from a bunch of out-of-towners. The Queen of Samar, however, is in cahoots with the moon people. Hercules tries to get the citizens of Samar to revolt against the queen, but the subjects are too cowardly to follow. After fighting some soldiers and throwing around some boulders, Hercules is invited to the Queen's chambers. Seems that she has a powder that "makes men look at her with eyes of love." She gives it to Hercules, and...he laughs at her as only Hercules can laugh. No pansy powder can control Hercules' emotions! At the same time, the planets align in a red-tinted display of all hell breaking loose. Will Hercules defeat the Moon men and make Samar safe from extraterrestrial terrorism? Will the peasants and soldiers rise up against the evil queen? Well, hell yeah. In the meantime, we get lots of fights, lots of oiled chest close-ups, and Hercules strapped to a big spiky crusher thing. Not only does Hercules have to fight evil soldiers, he also gets trapped in a chamber full of rushing water and has to fight the Moon men, which are big slow-moving rock formations who encircle him and try to crush him. When he meets the head of the Moon men (who is decked out in a cool silver skull mask and cape), it takes one punch to knock him down. Guess that'll teach him a little something about gravity, huh? Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:38 PM | 3 Comments | Links to this post Friday, December 14, 2007Colossus and the Amazon Queen Born Edmund Holovchik in June of 1928, Ed Fury gave himself a tough sounding name and went on to a successful career as a fitness model during the 1950s, and by fitness model I mean he was in lots of photos with compositions like, "Ed is naked and tangled in a fisherman's net. Ooo, be a sexy merman! Be a sexy merman!". His acting career started on the stage, and he later moved into small roles in films like Athena (alongside Steve Reeves). In 1960, he packed his bags and set sail for Italy, where he made his sword and sandal debut in the wild peplum comedy Colossus and the Amazon Queen. It's a clever film, playing off many of the gender cliches already emerging in the genre. The women perform tasks most often associated with men, while the men all run around like a bunch of howling fops. It’s also one of the only peplum films to feature a hero who shouts, "Yahoo!" in a high-pitched voice.The film decided to have some fun with things by turning everything upside down while also delivering the sexiest -- yet most feminist (as feminist as these movies could be) -- peplum adventure there had been. The city of the Amazons is a subversion of everything people expected from peplum. Effeminate men prance around and swap tips on getting the whites whiter when doing laundry. When the women come home, the men all giggle and run home to engage in arguments with their wives in which the wife complains that the men don't understand the value of a hard day's work while the men whine, "You think cooking and cleaning all day isn’t work?" Eventually, some marauding pirates threaten to upset the Amazonian society, and the two sexes must unite on equal ground in order to combat this common enemy. Fury is great as a way goofier hero than peplum was used to, and Rod Taylor (who would make b-movie history by appearing in the superb films The Time Machine and World Without End before hitting the big time with a starring role in Alfred Hitchcock's classic thriller The Birds) manages to provide comic relief that is actually funny as he sashays around with delight in order to lead the dames along and get himself a little nookie. Many people have analyzed the homoeroticism of the sword and sandal genre then patted themselves on the back for their clever insight and reading of homosexual tendencies boiling just below the surface of the film. Given that many of these films contain greased-up, stripped-down muscleman heroes bent over a table covered in spikes and whipped mercilessly by some foppish henchman, revealing to people that there may be some homoerotic shades to the films is about as insightful as revealing that Pink Floyd's The Wall is about a guy going insane and is “really cool to watch while tripping.” Of course, none of the heroes were expressly homosexual. They still lusted heartily after the ladies, even if they also loved a good grappling session. Athletes will slap each other on the ass after a good game, and gladiators will slick themselves up with sweat and oil and do that Spartacus handshake where you grasp your buddy firmly by the forearm and slap him on the back. As with all things in peplum films, the underlying message is simply, "Relax, buddy. Don’t worry about it. Here, let work that tension out of your lats." Fury starred in a few other sword and sandal films, including Ursus in the Land of Fire (1963), Samson Against the Sheik (1962), Ursus in the Valley of the Lions (1961), and The Mighty Ursus (1961). Obviously, the guy was really into Ursus. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:38 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Colossus and the Headhunters
Given the fact that sword and sandal films were Italian, one would assume there were quite a few Italian actors filling the starring roles. One would be wrong, however. Most of the peplum stars of the 1960s hailed from the United States. Only a few were born in the land which spawned the genre. Of these select few, Kirk Morris was one of the first. After leaving a lucrative career as a gondolier, Morris (real name Adriano Bellini) made his film debut in 1960’s Samson and the Sea Beast. Morris always seemed stiffer and less engaging than guys like Mark Forest and Reg Park, but what he lacked in on-air charisma was compensated for by the fact that the movies in which he starred were just so damn weird.
This movie opens with scenes from the end of Fire Monster Against the Son of Hercules in which cavemen flee an erupting volcano. Leading the retreat is Maciste, who casually struts out of the jungle and into the mayhem. Did he not notice the volcano erupting? Sure, he was probably thinking about important stuff like hurling a boulder or scoring some Joe Weider Ultra Bulk-Up vanilla drink mix, but a volcano tearing apart the entire island on which you're strolling is really something that tends not to go unnoticed. Well, whatever he was thinking about, Maciste is quick to assume command and set sail for a new home. Since Maciste is a show-off, rather than just sail a few miles away to another city, he has to go all the way across the ocean to a strange new land. Upon arriving in the promised land, Maciste and some pals lead an expedition into the jungle while everyone else gets captured by some very Greek looking natives. Maciste soon learns they are not all that bad as far as jungle folk go, and in fact are the people of a noble king who Maciste has heard of. They are in a pickle because another tribe is bullying them around and trying to force a marriage between the evil leader and the good queen Amoa so they can control the whole territory. The good guys ask Maciste to help, and although Maciste feels their pain he says he is too busy to help, as he must first help his own people find a new place to live. Maciste eventually feels pangs of regret for not lending a hand when he could, so he decides to return and help out after all. Well, too late, because the evil tribe has already attacked and slaughtered a bunch of people! When Maciste returns to find Amoa under more pressure than ever to surrender to the evil king, he decides to lead them in battle. The evil king has a bargain with some headhunters, and they serve as his foot soldiers even though it's never really clear exactly what they get out of the deal. Despite the promising set-up of Italian beefcake ancient heroes clashing with headhunters, Colossus and the Headhunters is a better surf guitar band name than it is sword and sandal movie. For starters, the main villain is about as imposing as Charles Nelson Reilly. Secondly, Kirk Morris is pretty stiff in this outing. There's no real charisma on display. It's certainly not an awful movie, and it fact it's perfectly serviceable, but there are better sword and sandal films. What is lost as a result of these weaknesses is made up for in other areas. Director Guido Malatesta makes up for the lack of charisma on behalf of his main players by throwing a wild script at us full of two-fisted gusto. This is one of the bloodier peplum entries. The wild spirit behind the film lifts it a couple notches. It's worth checking out because it's not every day you see Hercules beat up a bunch of headhunters and their foppish leader. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:36 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Thursday, December 13, 2007Samson and the Seven Miracles of the World Starring a primed and fresh off his Tarzan movies Gordon Scott, Samson, a.k.a. Maciste, has strolled to China in order to help put an end to the oppression. If we use this film as a basis for reality, and I can see no reason why we wouldn’t, then the downfall of the Mongolian Empire was actually caused when Samson, after being buried by a dwarf, started punching the ground until he caused an earthquake, burst forth from his tomb, then lead the Chinese in revolt against their cruel masters. And oh yeah, he also rescued a beautiful princess, because that's what he does, and what's the point of overthrowing tyrants if you don't also get to liberate a beautiful princess?The princess in this case is Eurasian Yoko Tani, a familiar face to many fans of European fantasy and spy films from the 1960s. She had been working in film since 1953, primarily in French productions but also with one Japanese movie (Women in Prison, 1956) and the Eastern European sci-fi adventure First Spaceship on Venus (1959) and a couple scattered English language productions on her resume, including a small role in the 1958 version of The Quiet American. Although she'd gotten some sword and sandal-esque experience in France while making a comedic version of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Seven Miracles is her first turn in a true peplum. Her only other sword and sandal credits include 1961’s Marco Polo directed by Witch's Curse director Piero Pierotti and 1962’s Ursus and the Tartar Princess directed by Remigo del Grosso, who went on to direct a whole slew of enjoyable spaghetti westerns and spy films during the remainder of the decade. Tani herself made the transition to Eurospy films and starred in a number of slick mid- to low-budget espionage thrillers, including turns in two British espionage series: the obscure but interesting Man in a Suitcase and the highly acclaimed Patrick McGoohan (The Prisoner series) show Secret Agent. She was active on and off through the decades until her death in 1999 after a bout with cancer. Also on hand are a slew of peplum regulars. Helene Chanel makes as convincing a Mongol princess as I would, but she carried herself with typical grace and beauty, so it's not worth complaining about. Considering her filmography contains some of the weirdest sword and sandal films ever made, including Witch's Curse and Conquerors of Atlantis, passing herself off as Asian is the least of her stretches. Samson and the Seven Miracles of the World benefits greatly from top-notch action scenes anchored by Gordon Scott and beautiful sets that look far more lavish than the budget should allow. The medieval Chinese towns and the mountain temple look thoroughly authentic, or at least as authentic as something you'd find in a Shaw Brothers kungfu film. Of course, there are a few missteps, the most obvious one being that there are apparently very few Asians in China, and there's not much attempt to hide he shortage of Chinese looking actors. A few Asian extras are sprinkled here and there amid a slew of Italians with Fu Manchu mustaches pasted on. Actually, some of the mustaches don’t even look like stereotypical Fu Mancho mustaches, leading one to wonder not so much why Maciste is in China, but instead why so many people in China look like Pancho Villa. Gabriele Antonini plays our nominal local hero, Cho. Never has a Chinese hero looked so much like a cross between Frankie Avalon and Ray Romano. Someone apparently thought that people might find all these Caucasian looking Chinese to be a bit suspicious, so they threw in a line for Cho where he sort of off-handedly says, "You know, I’m only half Chinese." The film seems unconcerned with such trivialities, however, a disregard that is not all that important and is best exemplified by the scenes in which Maciste, towering over everyone else, clad in a loin cloth, and looking huge and Caucasian, "blends in" with the locals. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:42 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Wednesday, December 12, 2007Mole Men Against the Son of Hercules Mole Men Against the Son of Hercules sees the genre dip its feet in the realm of science fiction (it would plunge into that pond in other films like Conquerors of Atlantis and Giants of Metropolis) as Mark Forest squares off against an underground race, which, all things considered, was at least more capable than the ancient underground race in the film The Mole People.In this rousing adventure, Maciste (Mark Forest) must battle a race of underground dwellers who like to kidnap surface dwellers and make them turn a big birdcage round and round. It's one of those wheel of pain type deals, but unlike others, where they all turn the wheel very slowly, this one requires you to haul ass at top speed. Maciste, being the fine fellow he is, agrees to seek out these underground hooligans and dish out some prime ass whuppin' like only Maciste, Hercules, Atlas, Colossus, and Goliath can. Along the way he befriends a massive young African played by Paul Wynter. This right here sets this film apart from the rest of the sword and sandal genre in a couple ways. First of all, Paul Wynter is huge. The norm in peplum films was to hook the star up with a scrawny sidekick who would make the hero look even bigger than he already was. Pairing the hero with a guy every bit his equal was unheard of. Second is the obvious fact that Paul Wynter is black -- and in a film in which he and Maciste must fight extremely white people, though I'm sure that's just a coincidence. Black heroes in film were rare in 1961, extremely rare if you agree not to count Sidney Poitier. Black heroes in peplum were almost unheard of. Sure, every now and then, some "Nubian" would show up, flex, and get his ass beat by the hero, but Wynter was one of the only true heroes of the genre. His character in Mole Men Against the Son of Hercules is a bit of a goof, but he's still a grade-A ass kicker. Mark Forest would also star in Colossus of the Arena, featuring another black co-star, who although a good guy, was as weenie as every other peplum sidekick to come before and after him. Not that anyone is trumpeting this movie, or any peplum movie, as a bright light in the civil rights struggle. Mole Men is more interested in giving us countless scenes of Maciste kicking some lily white ass. Hey, wait a second! Maybe it is a triumph for the darker races, or at least for people with tans over people who live under the ground and adorn themselves with ridiculous headgear. Whether fighting the oppression of other races or simply fighting oppression in general, Maciste serves up more than enough action in this blend of muscleman fantasy, gladiator action, and weird science fiction. He gets to wrestle a monster, too! By this point, Forest was quite comfortable in the role of Maciste (or whoever he was playing). Like Reeves and Reg Park before him, Mark Forest was able to expand the character of Hercules...err, I mean Maciste, and make his portrayal something unique from that of the other stars. Forest's Maciste is kind of goofy, laid back, and relaxed. Even when he's throwing rocks at pasty Mole Men, he seems to be on the verge of laughing. He's having a good time, and as a result, so am I. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:35 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Tuesday, December 11, 2007Fire Monster vs. the Son of Hercules There's something about Reg Lewis. Maybe it's his ultra cool (though totally out of place in ancient times) bleach blond rockabilly pompadour. Maybe it's the fact that he sort of looks like a buffed up Rick Moranis, if you can imagine such a thing. Or maybe it's simply the fact that he carries himself with such good-natured goofiness despite being a man who squash most other men like an overripe grape while still keeping one arm free to carry around some beautiful princess. He was the picture perfect Muscle Beach dude. It’s so easy to picture him with his cool guy hair and a bikini-clad beauty on each shoulder. Born in Niles, California in 1936, Lewis racked up a pile of bodybuilding awards before joining up with the infamous Mae West Revue (and in fact continued to rack up the awards well into the 1980s!), where he worked as both a member of the cast and the personal escort and bodyguard for Mae, accompanying her to all the gala events, or at least whatever gala events were inviting Mae West in the 1960s (I have a feeling they were the kind of gala events being MC'd by Paul Lynd).Fire Monster Against the Son of Hercules sees Maciste in prehistoric times. There are a lot of cavemen capering about, and Maciste has to help a tribe of good cavemen battle a tribe of evil cavemen. He teaches the good guys how to make fire while the bad gang acts like a bunch of bikers. They holler a lot, listen to loud music, and do a lot of that stuff where the hairy main guys are all sitting around with various women lying in their laps or go-go dancing around the hang-out. With the big furs and general behavior, I swear for a minute I thought I was watching the requisite "partyin' scene" from any of two dozen 1960s/1970s biker films. When you combine the biker-esque appearance of the evil tribe with Maciste's rockabilly haircut, you half expect Maciste to challenge the evil caveman leader to a drag race at sunrise or a game of chicken in supped-up hotrods. Maciste has to fight not just the surly cavemen, but also a hydra and a couple other dinosaur-type monsters. He also gets to woo the princess of the evil tribe, since she herself isn't evil, and as is par for the course, he gets to be tortured. At some point in most peplum films, our humongous hero will be tied up, tied down, buried in the sand up to his neck, or somehow restrained and forced to endure various forms of torture and annoyance. Audiences seemed to love watching the greased-up, stripped-down muscleman heroes bent over a table covered in spikes and whipped mercilessly by some foppish henchman. Whether it was because people enjoyed seeing a tough guy take a licking, or whether they simply enjoyed seeing someone rise above adversity and cast off the shackles of oppression is a question I cannot answer. S&M fetishes aside, Fire Monster is as top-notch as they come in the bargain basement. Lewis is likable, the plot makes no sense, and there are many boulders hurled at cool looking monsters. And then a volcano erupts. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:39 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Goliath and the Dragon Goliath and the Dragon is an interesting entry into the genre if for no other reason than it's one of the few instances in which a movie starts out with Hercules being the name of the main character only to have the name changed to Goliath in the English language dub. Usually, it was the other way around. But if that was the most interesting thing about this movie, it wouldn't be very interesting. Luckily, there's a whole lot more going for this rollicking adventure.We start things off right as Goliath fights his way through a Cave of Horrors. A minute into the film and already we have a fire-breathing, three-headed dog (or maybe a furry lizard). Turns out that Goliath is looking for a magic gem that belongs to the God of Vengeance, which was stolen by the evil Eurito. The evil king Eurito relishes the fact that Goliath can't possibly emerge from the Cave of Horrors alive. After fighting with a stop-motion dragon, a big fuzzy man-bat, and crossing a lake of fire, Goliath proves the king wrong. Why are evil kings always picking on immortal bodybuilders? You're better off pushing around some chump who won't live forever and who can't crush your head between his pecs. How does someone get a Cave of Horrors? What contractors do these evil rulers go to when they need such a place? My guess is they go to the same people who would later design Coney Island haunted house rides, where crude animatronic gorillas remain as active today as they were back in the days when they were chasing around the Bowery Boys and the Little Rascals. The Cave of Horrors here has a distinctly Coney Island feel to it, and the man-bat is nearly as realistic as one of those apes. Satisfied that his quests have finally come to an end, Goliath retires to the good life with his wife and kids. On the way home, he also picks up a midget who is, thankfully, restricted to a single scene of shrieking comically. The only problem with Goliath's new life is that his scrawny brother, Illo, is in love with Eurito's concubine. The malevolent despot uses Illo's love in a scheme to kill Goliath and claim Thebes as his own. Eventually, Goliath and Illo work everything out, but not before the big guy wrestles a man in a ratty bear suit and, in one of the more impressive feats of cinematic strength, an actual elephant! Goliath also fights a creepy looking centaur (sans his Pan flute), topples columns, and goes back for another round with that dragon in the Cave of Horrors. The dragon is a mixture of impressive stop-motion animation and a not-so-impressive mechanical puppet head. Goliath and the Dragon is pretty much nonstop action. Goliath only takes time out from kicking tail so that he can feast. The creature effects are all pretty bad and most of the monsters get beat easily, but at least there are a lot of them. The opening sequence in the cave foreshadows Mario Bava's foray into surreal fantasy in Hercules in the Haunted World. There's also some inventive camera work, decent sets, and remarkably great music from exotica legend Les Baxter. All in all, it's a fast-paced, thoroughly enjoyable fantasy adventure with a lot of imagination. Mark Forest, in one of his earliest outings, is somewhat stiff but not bad as Goliath. He's mostly there to throw boulders at dragons, and this he accomplishes with gusto. He also gets to indulge himself in a couple staples of the peplum film: column toppling and boulder hurling. Nary a film was made that didn't feature these activities. Goliath not only gets to topple columns; he also gets to topple an entire castle with his bare hands! Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:35 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Monday, December 10, 2007Memorial Valley Massacre Mill Creek's Chilling Classics follows up the Yul Brynner Mafia movie with Memorial Valley Massacre, a perfect example of why I love these sets so much. Any given collection has a fair number of movies I've seen, some I've heard of, and quite a few I know nothing about. Those are the movies I look forward to. Memorial Valley Massacre is one I knew nothing about, and as I do with such things, I put it on without so much as reading the synopsis on the DVD sleeve. And oh the joy of surprise. Memorial Valley Massacre is sort of...well, it's like...so it's a Jaws rip-off mixed with Friday the 13th and, oh, I don't know, Iceman or something. Cameron Mitchell, overacting like mad in a role that absolutely does not call for it (the best time to do it), cameos as the owner of a new campground. The campground is not ready to be open -- roads are unfinished, water hook-ups aren't running, et cetera -- but this is Memorial Day weekend, damn it, so Mitchell demands that the camp be open. Which is good, because there are long lines of angry campers waiting to be let in, with all the frustrated excitement of a gang of teens waiting out a delay before their favorite rock band takes the stage.The biggest problem, however, is that there is a caveman running amok, and he takes offense to the intrusion of obnoxious fat kids on three-wheelers, so the bodies begin to pile up. So I'll let that sink in for a while. Ready? OK. Aside from the fat kid, there's also a biker gang with a tendency to yell "whooooo!!!!" every time anyone says the word "beer" or holds up a beer or shows a beer or opens a beer...they love beer. In fact, when one of the chick bikers wonders aloud "No running water. What are we gonna shower in?" the obvious response, of course, is "Beer! Whoooo!!!" There's also a couple of those guys where you can tell they wanted to have punk rockers in it, but the people making the movie didn't really know what punk rockers were. So you get these weird mutant new age/punk/regular 80s guys with puffy hair and sleeveless t-shirts and knives. They also have their slutty girlfriend with them, because someone needs to dance to generic synth music and show her boobs. Their big line is, "What's wrong, old man? Don't you like speed metal?" Why any of these people would even be at this lame campground is anyone's guess. All that really matters is that each of them is gonna make that caveman mad, and he's gonna grunt and do backflips out of the trees until he kills them all and stops the encroachment of modern society on his idyllic valley. Best not to think too much about this film, like why did the caveman get riled up when the campers arrived, but not during the construction process? Then we could have had the caveman fighting Killdozer! And then there's good stuff like, on a clear, sunny day, when the fat guy gets killed, all of a sudden there is a thunderstorm that lasts as long as the death scene and is apparently confined just to that location. You could also wonder how the caveman learned to operate heavy machinery and electronics equipment, but mostly all you need to do is sit back and have fun. This movie is top notch drive-in gold. Any movie where bikers and sluts and fat chicks in hot pink stirrup stretch pants get stalked by a guy who looks like the monster in Frankenstein Conquers the World is going to deliver a good time. Labels: Set: Chilling Classics posted by Armando at 6:55 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Death Rage I love titles like that. It sounds awesome, and it makes no sense at all. What the hell is a "death rage?" It reminds me of an old story I heard about soundtrack music composer John Barry working on the theme song for Thunderball. Barry was told, after writing the theme song ("Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang") that he needed vocals and had to use the name of the movie in the song, to which Barry exclaimed, "Thunderball? What the hell is a thunderball?"Anyway, Death Rage promised to be a pretty good kick-off for Mill Creek's Chilling Classics set, being a movie directed by Anthony Dawson -- aka Antonio Margheriti -- in which retired hitman Yul Brynner is called back in for one last job. Also, Barbara Bouchet was gonna show her boobs, so that fulfills most of the requirements I have for a good movie. In practice, Death Rage isn't as cool as the theory of Death Rage, but it's still not too bad, with some decent action, some good acting, and a fairly nice end. Yul Brynner's character has a name, but he's basically Yul Brynner, and although he doesn't want to be a hitman anymore, when a Mafia war breaks out, he's presented with the chance to gun down the man who gunned down Yul Brynner's brother. I can't say Yul flies into a death rage at this point. It's more like a slow death simmer, but I guess that's not as good a name. He also has some weird problem with his eyes, which just gives the movie an excuse to introduce the threat of acid-spiked Visine drops. Being an Italian crime film from the 1970s, directed by Margheriti no less, you'd expect Death Rage to be a little more violent than it is. Not that it isn't violent, but it isn't as violent as some of the stuff from Enzo Castellari and Umberto Lenzi. Still, it's good in a more low key fashion, and it's always awesome to watch Yul Brynner wearing all black and striding around in the manliest fashion possible, punching chumps and shooting them in the head. Labels: Set: Chilling Classics posted by Armando at 4:46 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Sunday, December 9, 2007Hercules and the Captive Women The same year as Hercules in the Haunted World, Reg Park played Hercules in Hercules and the Captive Women. It was another fantastical adventure, this time pitting Herc against the evil queen of Atlantis and her army of blond clones sporting pale Abe Lincoln beards. The two films were often billed together as a double feature, and at one point someone got confused and started promoting a film called Hercules and the Haunted Women. By any name, this movie features a classic Hercules movie line, "All hail the power of Uranus!" It also features a midget sidekick for comic relief. Uranus jokes and a midget sidekick? Seriously, who could ask anything more?This outing begins with Hercules having a meal while all his pals indulge in some good-natured bar room brawling. When Hercules grows bored with these male bonding shenanigans, he wanders off into some special effects and learns of some unspeakable horror he will no doubt have to fight against. Hercules and the King of Thebes set sail to fight this mysterious threat, bringing along the midget sidekick who Hercules picks up a lot, constantly sitting the wee guy on his lap like he was some eight-year-old little boy. Look, he’s a midget sure, but just because he's no taller than an eight-year-old boy doesn’t mean he has the mentality of an eight-year-old boy. The guy has to be in his thirties, and he’s probably getting tired of Hercules bellowing, "Come sit in my lap, li'l fella!" Hercules finds himself fighting a lion, a ridiculous looking giant smoking lizard man, a standard non-magical buzzard, and a disturbing legion of C. Everett Coops. Amid the action, in which Hercules must battle the beehive hairdo'd queen of Atlantis and her minions of surgeon generals, the movie provides a positively supernatural number of lowbrow opportunities to laugh at the use of the word "Uranus," beginning with "Today is dedicated to Uranus!" and continuing with such hits as "Uranus has abandoned us!" "Antinea has found the missing secrets of Uranus," "I was the last high priest dedicated to Uranus," "Uranus was a just God," and the chilling talk about "the blood of Uranus." Queen Antinea's religion seems to revolve around a big pit in the ground, the hole of Uranus if you will, that has been plugged up by a rock. Upon removing the rock from the hole of Uranus, Hercules is surprised to see it unleash a whoosh of light and foul-smelling wind. Kids, I ain't making this up. While Herc is fooling around with Uranus, his skinny sidekick Hylos and the shrieking comic relief midget get to lead the slave revolt, which goes about as well as you'd expect a revolt lead by a scrawny goofball and a screaming midget would go. Queen Antinea attempts to seduce Hercules, revealing to him her secret army of blond effeminate clones "born from the blood of Uranus." Hercules isn't interested in anything that comes from Uranus, so the fight is on! Before it is done, Hercules will get to drive a chariot around underground, push over some columns, and hurl some boulders. Though not as fantastic as Haunted World, Hercules and the Captive Women is still a rousing adventure fantasy with lots of fighting, running around, and revolting done by skinny lepers. Reg Park handles himself well, and his impish characterization does a lot to highlight Herc's human half. Regardless of what you might think of Uranus, Hercules and the Captive Women is quite a successful adventure film that strikes just the right balance between elements of high adventure, fantasy, and comedy. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 9:34 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Hercules in the Haunted World 1961's Hercules in the Haunted World was directed by acclaimed Italian horror maestro Mario Bava. Bava, bets known for Gothic tales of terror, worked as a cinematographer on both Hercules and Hercules Unchained. Given a chance to head up his own peplum film, his passion for Gothic nightmares came to the forefront. Hercules in the Haunted World is boiling over the images of the grotesque and fantastic, lending it a truly phantasmagoric atmosphere that helps set it apart from the pack. Based very loosely on Hercules' journey into Hell, and no doubt inspired by Dante's classic Inferno, the film takes the man-god and his requisite little buddy on a journey through Hades in order to rescue his imprisoned "one true love," one of several "one true loves" Hercules would have. Along the way, Herc locks it up with lava men, flying ghouls, and horror icon Christopher Lee, who plays the blood-sucking lord of Hell! Seeing someone like Christopher Lee suddenly pop up in a peplum film is only one of the many weird elements in this movie.Right away, audiences knew this was a Hercules film of a different color. Psychedelic swirling ink blots and creepy green illustrations highlight the credits, which appear in the "eerie waving letters" effect so popular with horror films rather than the "generic classical Greek" font we’d expect. In the first scene we find ourselves in familiar territory as Hercules stands atop a waterfall rubbing himself down. His sidekick, Theseus, is having a roll in the hay with a sexy lass, no doubt wooed by his bleach blond pompadour. They are soon attacked by ne'r-do-wells. Needless to say, even these dozens of armed assailants prove scarcely a match for Hercules and Theseus. Mostly Theseus actually, as Herc stays pretty busy up on the cliff checking out his own biceps, showing up just in time to throw a cart at the few remaining brigands. The attackers were sent by Christopher Lee adorned in a bad haircut. He has set himself up as king while Herc's babe, Dianira, has been sealed away "for her own protection." In fact, Lyco (Lee) has put a spell on her that turned her into a rambling zombie. The only cure for her affliction is down in Hades, and to get there Hercules needs a golden apple that grows on a tree in the Garden of Despair, where dwell the women condemned to live forever in darkness. Along the way to get the apple, they pick up "comic relief guy," who has an even dippier haircut than Lyco. He looks a lot like a Romulan, as opposed to looking like Romulus. Either way, it's like saying, "Hey, we’re going on a really long trip. I know! Let's bring Martin Short!" In Hades, their first task is to defeat a naked, chained up woman who tries to tempt them. Theseus is ready to give her the ol' college try, but Hercules knows better than to believe the illusions of Hell. After that, it's a lake of fire and vines that scream and bleed when cut. Then its the big showdown with Lyco and his screeching ghouls. Hercules in the Haunted World is fine fare. Bava went all out with the atmosphere, filling his movie with bizarre colored lights and mists. The finale in the cobweb-covered catacombs from which the dead rise from the grave is straight out of a horror film. What cheapness is evident onscreen in terms of sub-standard backgrounds and phony props is easy to overlook in light of how much wonderfully weird stuff is going on. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 8:31 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Hercules Unchained When American bodybuilder Steve Reeves was approached about the lead role in the 1957 Italian film Hercules, he took it, figuring that if nothing else it was his first big role and would look good on his resume alongside things like "Mr. Universe." Reeves, like most people, never dreamed of what the film would become. Hercules was a smash. It shattered box office records in one country after another. From Italy to Hong Kong and even to the remote rural towns of India, people went nuts for Hercules' crazy blend of gladiator action, swashbuckling adventure, and monster slaying. At the center of it all was Steve Reeves, standing atop a cliff, the sun glinting off his well-oiled barrel chest while down below lean, young, mostly naked guys wrestled each other and did the long jump in hopes of attracting the man-god's attention. Reeves' charisma elevated the middling mythical fantasy to fantastically mythical proportions. He became a household name, instantly shooting from nobody (or as nobody as "Mr. Universe" can be) to one of the biggest stars in the world, and not just in terms of physical size.It was 1959 before Reeves reprised his role as the beefy demi-god in Hercules Unchained, and once again the film was a smash. The action begins right where it left off, with Hercules and his one true love of the moment, Iole (played again by Sylvia Koscina), en route to Thebes. They have a few encounters that clue Hercules in on the fact that all is not well. As the fates would have it, on a rainy night, Hercules, Iole, and their third wheel Ulysses, happen to take shelter in the same cave where the ghostly Oedipus is quarreling with his two sons . Yep, that's Oedipus for you. The brothers are supposed to alternate years of being the king, and Eteocles, having reached the end of his year, is refusing to give up the throne to his brother, Polinices. Hercules bullies his way in to see Etocles and secures his agreement to abide by the pact. En route to deliver the official document to Polinices, Hercules and Ulysses stop for the night and Hercules wanders down to a nearby stream and takes a few deep swigs from its bubbling waters. He promptly forgets everything and passes out. It turns out these were the cursed Waters of Forgetfulness. Hercules and Ulysses are spirited away to the island of Lidia, ruled by Queen Omphale. Hercules is fooled into thinking he is her husband, and he spends most of his kingship getting massages and having his way with the ladies. All in all, it sure beats satisfying a pouty ghost and his quarreling offspring. Ulysses, on the other hand, is stuck with a work detail that consists mainly of greasing up Hercules. Upset with his lot in life, Ulysses sends a carrier pigeon to Ithaca, where it is received by Laertes, who immediately gathers up the ol' Argonauts to rescue their big buddy. It takes a while for Hercules to remember who he is, but he eventually comes around just in time to topple some columns and bring Omphale's entire evil empire crashing down around him. You'd think the movie ends there, but all of a sudden the first movie -– the one about the quarrelsome brothers -– kicks back in, making the whole Lidia excursion nothing more than a very long aside . Herc arrives just in time for a lot of fighting and pushing over of various objects until the day is eventually saved and he is reunited with Iole, choosing to leave out of his tale the bits where he was forced to have non-stop kinky sex . According to the actual ancient stories, after killing Iphitus and trashing the Oracle, Hercules was sold to Queen Omphale of Lydia. She had him dress in women's clothes and do chores usually assigned to women. Hercules Unchained is a better-structured movie than the original. Instead of a dozen little plots, there are two main ones. The movie also has a memorable villain in Omphale, where the original lacked any particularly menacing bad guys. And of course there was more than a little ass kicking, boulder hurling, column toppling, manly laughing, and other action-packed idiocy expected from Hercules. Even though it had been two years since the original, audiences found their hunger for Hercules was still raging. As with the previous film, Hercules Unchained was a smash hit all over the world. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 8:23 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Menace from Space Rocky and Winky return, along with the rest of the gang, for another space-farin' adventure beyond imagination. My most recent disc of Treeline's sci-fi box set concludes with Rocky Jones, Space Ranger: Menace from Space, another serviceable feature film created by stitching a couple episodes of the Rocky Jones television show together. This time around, someone from one of the moons of Jupiter is taking pot shots at the Earth, and Rocky and Winky must refuse to take along a competent crew and instead populate their ship with a chick in a mini-skirt (good decision), a senile old professor, and an irritating kid as they investigate the matter. There's a pretty funny scene where a big, strapping space ranger says he's been chained to a desk too long and would love to go on the mission. Rocky turns him down, then says the useless little kid can come along instead -- all this right in front of the sad sack desk jockey.Speaking of the little kid, Bobby, he has his irritating mannerisms cranked up to eleven, including lots of "Rolickin' rockets, Rocky!" and a positively creepy scene where he tries to get Rocky to take him along on the mission by flexing and, in his flat, unaccomplished child actor delivery, goes on and on with stuff like, "I'm getting so big and strong, Rocky! And my muscles...gosh!" And what makes it even creepier is that the kid's delivery comes out sounding very similar in intonation to the infamous "Me so horny!" speech from Full Metal Jacket. Oh Rocky! Let me take off my little boy checkered shirt so you can slather me with space froth! The writers of these episodes must have sensed that sidekick Winky was behaving pretty normal -- almost like a grown man, despite still being called Winky -- so they decided to ratchet the Bobby quotient up considerably. Still Bobby aside, this is a pretty good little adventure. Rocky and crew trace the missile back to a society of people in jangly headwear who make their women dress like belly dancers. In other words -- advanced morally and socially far beyond us humans, who only require a small percentage of women to dress like belly dancers a small percentage of the time (and then, some of them are flabby hippies, so they don't even count). The moon men of Jupiter are being advised by a nefarious human professor who wants to use the fabulous energy sources of the moon to threaten Earth. But these aliens are basically good guys, so they aren't falling for the evil professor's tricks, at least not easily. Introducing them to Bobby probably helped the cause of obliterating the Earth, but then, we also gave them Rocky's hot babe in a mini-skirt and cape (who is aghast that the increased gravity on this moon makes her weigh over 200 pounds! Ha, ha, ha, -- women!), so things are even. Rocky is still too cautious for my taste, but this is a pretty good space thriller never the less, with some fist fights, old rocket effects, and guys in funny sparkling headdresses. I like it better than Crash of the Moons, but not for any particular or tangible reason -- I just had more fun during this particular entry into the series. Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:50 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Gamera the Invincible Although nowhere near the league of the original Godzilla or the Godzilla films from the 1960s, Gamera the Invincible is never the less a decent example of what Daiei could do when they took a giant monster seriously. Atomic testing awakens the slumbering giant turtle, who appears here in pre friend to all children mode, and Gamera commences to trashing the Japanese landscape until a young boy in hot pants develops a psychic link with the turtle and starts bossing the Japanese military around. Hard to believe that the Japanese military went from being the scourge of Asia to taking orders from a kid in hot pants, but that's what fascism will do to ya. The kid is named Kenny, and he gave figurative birth to a whole generation of Japanese kids in hot pants who are looked to for advice in dealing with giant monsters.Gamera the Invincible isn't one of my favorite giant monster movies (though the three Gamera movies from the 1990s are), but it's good stuff. The effects are surprisingly accomplished for a movie with a low budget even by giant monster movie standards. I do wish I'd seen these growing up, because I would have loved them, especially the outrageous later entries into the series with all their blood drinking and gore. So do your kids a favor: sit them down one afternoon when it's raining (if it's not raining, they should be outside playing -- don't let them just sit there playing Frogger or Pole Position or whatever video games are popular right now. I'm pretty sure it's Frogger) and say to them, "kid, today you're going to watch space girls suck out the brains of someone just about your age, unless a giant turtle with blood squirting out his chest can fly through space to stop them." Trust me, when your kids grow up, they will thank you. Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:47 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Attack of the Monsters Growing up, I was never a Gamera fan. It wasn't that I didn't like the movies; I just never had a chance to see them. WDRB-TV 41 out of Louisville was the only source for Japanese monster movies at the time (this being the years before cable and VCRs), and they showed a definite bias toward the Toho films. So Godzilla, you betcha. Gargantuas, oh sure. But Gamera? No dice. I'd never even heard of the giant flying turtle until high school, and I didn't watch my first Gamera film until college -- where I learned that sidling up to a foxy young woman in a bar and saying, "I just had my first experience with Gamera, friend to all children. Perhaps you'd like to share in it with me?" isn't really all that effective as a pick-up line.Gamera didn't really win me over at that late a stage in the game, though I did appreciate certain things about the movies that are embodied in Attack of the Monsters -- specifically that they were garishly candy-colored and spectacularly violent. Kids films now may be restricted to movies where people are shocked by the stinkiness of baby poo and precocious tweens have to foil spies by driving around in go-carts, but there was a time when children's films included drunken jig dancing and a giant turtle being lacerated by a monster who shoots throwing stars out of his nose, causing blood to squirt out like mad. Yeah, that's the good stuff. Actually, when I mentioned drunken jig dancing, I was thinking of Darby O'Gill and the Little People, one of my favorite kids' films that also features Sean Connery punching people in the face, but now that I think about it, Attack of the Monsters has some drunken jig dancing in it as well, performed by none other than Gamera himself. The story is pretty simple: two mischievous young lads in hot pants find a flying saucer in the woods and do what any young boys would do in such a situation: bang on the controls until the thing flies into space. The benevolent Gamera saves them from an asteroid belt, then rolls his eyes endlessly, presumably in some sort of warning that they should quit farting around in strange spaceships, but mostly it looks like he's just about had it up to here with being the guardian of the children. Unfortunately for the boys, the spaceship is too fast even for a turtle that flies by spinning around with flames shooting out his legholes like a cheap July 4th firework -- from back in the days when you were allowed to purchase such things, before someone's mom got bored and decided to mount a crusade to have them banned "to protect the children." Look lady, Gamera lets us have cheap fireworks, and if they're cool with a twenty-story tall giant flying turtle, then they oughta be cool with everyone. The spaceship lands on some crappy planet where a Gyaos, the pterodactyl-like monster from one of Gamera's most popular adventures, gets his legs graphically chopped off by Barugon. Then some sexy space ladies show up and make all nice to the kids, even though the plan is to eat their brains and maybe drink their blood. I lost track of the menu at some point. Will Gamera save the wee lads from this horrible fate? Attack of the Monsters isn't particularly good, but it's still fun just because it's hard to believe a kiddie film is packed so full of gushing blood and brain-sucking space women. They don't make 'em like they used to. I'm sure had I grown up with a movie like this, I would have liked it more than Godzilla's Revenge. The action kind of falters in the middle, when Gamera is lyin' at the bottom of a lake and our two young protagonists are carrying the weight of the film, but once the monster shenanigans kick into high gear, the fun begins. The effects are extremely shoddy and a glaring example of how far the miniatures and man-in-a-monster-suit craft had sunk post Eiji Tsubaraya. But what the hell, right? It's a giant flying space turtle fighting sexy brain-sucking space girls and a monster who shoots ninja stars out of his head. If I was a kid, or if I had a kid, I'd make sure this was in heavy rotation. Oh yeah -- this is also the movie that has Gamera go-go dancing and spinning around on some gymnastics equipment, a scene that is every bit as ridiculous as it sounds. It ranks right up there with Godzilla's world famous tail slide and his Irish jig dance on Planet X. Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:39 PM | 2 Comments | Links to this post Santa Claus Conquers the Martians Honestly, I didn't really relish sitting down to watch this movie again. I'd seen it before, obviously, and pronounced it one of those movies best only watched in its Mystery Science Theater incarnation. Just thinking about watching it again made my head hurt, but for you, I sucked it up and plowed through. It turns out the movie really doesn't get any better with age.Some Martian kids decide they would be happier with Christmas on Mars, so the Martian army (or whatever) sends a Stacey Keach looking Martian, a "lovable" goofball, and a big robot to kidnap Santa Claus and make him spread joy and Christmas spirit across Mars. Naturally, the children of Earth aren't going to stand by and watch all their presents get shanghaid up to Mars. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians is the sort of movie I should enjoy, as I admire the good old days when kiddie films were completely warped and totally off their rockers. You just don't get bizarre children's fare like this anymore. And I suppose I'd be much happier watching this than a movie where Hillary Duff solves problems or kids drive around go-carts and foil bank robbers. But the fact remains that, weird though it may be, it's mostly just horribly boring -- far more boring than a movie about Santa fighting Martians should be. Colorful, sure, and maybe fun to look at for a while, but for the most part, the film just grates on my nerves, and I'd much rather watch that Mexican movie where Santa and Merlin kick Satan's ass. Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:31 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Atlas in the Land of the Cyclops With a title like Atlas in the Land of the Cyclops, you expect some serious Cyclops fightin' action. Unfortunately, this movie open with a narrative text crawl that tells us it has been some time since the mighty Atlas -- well, make that the mighty Maciste -- has bested the Cyclops. Now really, if you call your movie Atlas in the Land of the Cyclops, then Atlas should be in the land of the Cyclops, fighting the Cyclops and other nefarious beasts of ancient myth. The movie shouldn't begin with, "Atlas, having just wrapped up the thrilling feats to which the title of this film refer, did set out to help some guys lift a heavy grain cart."Atlas in the Land of the Cyclops isn't actually as boring as all that, but if you are looking for some serious monster fighting, you're better off spending ninety minutes with Goliath and the Dragon or one of the many utterly bizarre Kirk Morris fantasies. There is a Cyclops in the movie, and I suppose technically Atlas (Maciste, or just call him Gordon Mitchell, or call him Mitchell Gordon as the credits of this movie do) is indeed in the Cyclops' land. The Cyclops is a presence in the film, but he doesn't make a notable appearance until the end, when Maciste trots out the old technique that has defeated every Cyclops in the history of the world: throw a sword or a torch at his eye. It's his fault for having one gigantic eyeball. Seriously, you get the raw end of the deal if you're a Cyclops. Hydras get to grow two heads for every one head that gets cut off, which I guess is only cool up to a point. I imagine having eight-hundred heads would eventually get a tad cumbersome. Medusa got to turn people to stone, Pegasus got to fly, sirens got to lure men to their deaths, and Cyclops? He gets to have one eye and constantly has to deal with would-be heroes thrusting things at it. So while the Cyclops is a presence in the film before making an appearance for the finale, the bulk of the running time is occupied by the good and noble Maciste combating an evil queen. Gordon Mitchell gets to perform various feats of strength, lift heavy grain carts, and play tug of war over a pit of spikes. He spends most of his time involved in battling an evil queen and trying to protect the rightful heir to the throne. Eventually, he gets to square off against a mangy Cyclops, but all he does is the usual, which is thrust something into the creature's gigantic, bulging, single unprotected eye. Someone should have at least given the Cyclops a tough, leathery eyelid to protect against every would-be hero sticking a spear or a torch into the thing. All in all, a pretty good adventure even if it's not as fantasy-oriented as one might hope. Mitchell makes a good Maciste, and the evil queen is delightful. Some credits list the baby heir to the throne as Fabio, as in the Fabio of romance book cover fame. I don't know if this is true or not, but it's pretty funny if it is. The only drawback to this film is that the prints are all awful, boasting washed out colors that tint the whole film sepia. Recent DVD remastering of Hercules in the Haunted World and Goliath against the Dragon demonstrate that these movies were often far less cheap looking, and far more lavish and impressive (especially given their minuscule budgets) if only we could see them in their colorful, widescreen original formats. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 7:15 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Sandokan, Pirate of Malaysia Steve Reeves trades in his tunic and Hercules sandals to play the swashbuckling captain of a band of Indian or Malaysian pirates who battle the dastardly Brits in the South Seas. The presence of Reeves and an Italian crew means that this movie often gets classified as a peplum or sword and sandal film, but it isn't. Italy (and the rest of Europe) produced a huge number of cheap historical adventure films during the 1960s, mostly about pirates and cavaliers and assorted knights. While all part of the larger "spectacle" trend that seized Italy and of which peplum was a part, these aren't peplum films themselves. Sandokan definitely fits the mode of swashbuckler film, with lots of raiding parties and talk of cannons as Sandokan tries to rescue and protect an Indian princess from British forces. It's no Sea Hawk, but it's a lot of fun. Reeves looks great in his sequined jacket and turban, and there's plenty of action and grappling hooks.The brisk pace and solid plotting comes to us courtesy of Umberto Lenzi, who would go on to direct a number of great crime films in the 70s, as well as giallo and splattery cannibal films. He's in pretty good form here, despite the fact that this is one of his four first films (all made in 1963, so I'm sure which one was actually first), delivering plenty of action and a likable lead in Steve Reeves. Labels: Set: Warriors posted by Armando at 7:15 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Galaxy Invader Man, sometimes you forget how shoddy a film can be until you stumble across bottom-of-the-barrel junk like Galaxy Invader. This movie is the sort of thing that would eventually become the digital video micro-budget film, but here they got to shoot on grainy film stock. The story is about a space alien who crash land son earth and finds himself pursued by drunken rednecks who want to sell him to a sideshow or the government or something. We don't really know much about the alien -- he could be here to kill us all -- but compared to the fat guy who drinks the same beer through the whole movie, and the guy who wears the same t-shirt with a scissors cut in the middle of it for the whole movie, I guess the monster is the hero.I try to stay away from "so bad it's good" judgments, but man alive, this movie is so bad it's good. The acting is horrible, the monster suit is awful, and the special effects are, well, take a wild guess. Most of the movie revolves around a drunk guy yelling at his family, then shifts to be about several drunk guys stalking through the woods at night in an attempt to catch the alien. Then an old woman whacks the drunk guy in the head with a shotgun, which is filmed in slow motion and from multiple angles and in a way that makes it obvious the woman is actually lightly placing the butt of the shotgun against the actor's forehead. That obvious fact doesn't stop a flopping dummy from shooting like forty feet out over a canyon that wasn't there a second ago. Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:08 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Saturday, December 8, 2007Crash of the Moons So here's the thing about Rocky Jones, Space Ranger. On paper, it sounds like something I should enjoy. Two guys in baseball caps fly through space rescuing people and marveling at crude special effects. The problem, however, is that one of the guys is named Winky, and Rocky Jones himself is just so...dull.Let's start with Winky. No man, no boy should ever be named Winky. I know Wee Willy set the precedent, but is he really someone after whom you would want to model your life? Jack Spratt, maybe. He had a sensible diet regiment. But not Wee Willy Winky. Winky is the sort of name a little kid gives to his penis. It is not the name of a swashbuckling space cadet. Now, you may defend Winky by citing precedent for all airplane/space rocket sidekicks and mechanics to have a cutesy nickname -- Corky being the most common. I will grant you that but still maintain that Winky falls well outside the boundaries of acceptable wacky nicknames for your co-pilot or mechanic. Corky, definitely, or Greasy or Slim. Not Winky. Winky could be an OK name for a Smurf, one who gets a disturbing nervous facial twitch every time he sees Handy Smurf, but not a space a ranger. On top of that, actor Scotty Beckett (who, incidentally, played a character named Corky in a couple Gasoline Alley movies just prior to his stint as Winky in the Rocky Jones series) plays Winky like a Jerry Lewis inspired man-child, minus the pratfalls. And Rocky Jones? Well, he's no Dean Martin. He's no Flash Gordon. And nope, he's no Buck Rodgers, either. He's sort of like what you'd get if a typical 1950s father became a space ranger. Strong, authoritative, yes, but never exciting or surprising. As far as space rangering go, he approaches it with cautious responsibility, which may be the proper way to do things but doesn't always make for thrilling episodes. He doesn't punch nearly enough people. Treeline's 50-movie DVD set of sci-fi classics hits you with two Rocky Jones movies in a row -- I assume they're episodes of the television series edited together into a feature length film. Crash of the Moons is presented first, and tells the tale of Rocky and Winky (and you thought Bruce and Dick in Batman afforded easy gay jokes) as they struggle to keep two wandering gypsy moons from crashing into one another and exterminating the cultures that live 'pon each. Since these culture seem to value women in a futuristic space mini-skirts, you can see why they're worth saving. Unfortunately, the leader of one of the worlds is not especially cooperative. The movie also throws in a little kid admirer of Rocky Jones so we have someone besides Winky to pout, "Aww, gee whiz, cap!" Bobby manages to be even more irritating than Winky, but we expect that of little kids. Winky is a grown man, for crying out loud! The rest of the cast is rounded out by proper space gal Vena Ray (Sally Mansfield) and "hilariously" absent-minded Professor Newton (Maurice Cass). The characters aren't interesting, the action drags (Rocky needs to get in more fist fights), and most of it is pretty silly, even for the time. It's not as much fun as it should be, but it still manages to be some fun, mostly because of my previously declared affinity for old sci-fi films. On the positive side, the plot is actually pretty involved, especially compared to modern sci-fi films which jettison plot and use sci-fi trappings to dress up big, dumb action movies. Rocky Jones isn't the sort of film you're going to trot out to convince naysayers that old sci-fi fare is actually pretty good, but if you're already in the camp, and if you can develop part of your brain to screen out anyone named Winky, it's harmless enough fun. The Rocky Jones series lasted only one season, primarily because producers found the sets and costumes too involved and complex to keep the show financially viable and on a decent time schedule. That may seem a ludicrous claim looking at the end results on the screen today, but compare Rocky Jones to any other television show (not movie) from the same era, and you'll see just how advanced it was. Like most things, not all of their visions and ambitions were pulled off successfully, and indeed the original Buck Rogers and Flash Gorden serials were more of a visual feast, but for a modest kid's show from 1953 or 1954, Rocky Jones doesn't look half bad. I'd actually consider it pretty good stuff for a kid, much better than the live-action sci-fi kids get now, which is nothing but bad martial arts against cheap-looking monsters, followed with a syrupy moral delivered so ham-fistedly that even the writers of After School Specials cringe. Disc four, side two concludes with a second Rocky Jones feature cobbled together from episodes of the television show, this one titled Menace from Outer Space. Unlike the previous Rocky Jones movie, I haven't seen this one before, and I'm actually kind of looking forward to it. Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:24 PM | 1 Comments | Links to this post Alpha Incident A bio weapon is accidentally unleashed on a train, and a couple people have spend the movie quarantined in a small town depot. If you ever wanted to watch a movie comprised of almost nothing but people sitting around going, "I wonder what's going to happen to us," then this is the film for you. I still don't know what happens to them, because I didn't care and have yet to finish the movie. They should have borrowed some exploding chests from Alien Contamination. Easily one of the most boring films I've ever almost finished.Labels: Set: Nightmare Worlds posted by Armando at 7:06 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Alien Species Pretty horrible movie that, for whatever reason, remained ridiculously entertaining. When the earth is attacked by aliens, we must watch to separate plots, one about Charles Napier as a small-town sheriff going "What the hell is going on?" before he just sort of disappears from the movie, and the other about a group of researchers who collide with a group of corrections officers and prisoners, all of whom end up wandering around inside a cave while pursued by aliens. There's not really a single competent thing in this movie other than Napier as the small-town sheriff, a role he's played so many times that I think he's been granted actual powers of law enforcement. Still, everything is awful in a pretty entertaining fashion.Labels: Set: Nightmare Worlds posted by Armando at 7:04 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post They Came From Beyond Space England's Amicus Studio gives us an adaptation of a sci-fi novel called The Gods Hate Kansas, but upon sighting a man carrying an umbrella and wearing a bowler hat, I assumed that perhaps the movie wasn't set in Kansas, after all. This is a pretty low-key "aliens take over our bodies and engage in some nefarious scheme" type of movie, with one of those "oh, it was all a big misunderstanding!" endings, but it was ably shot and solidly acted, as one expects from the Brits. And they try to liven things up with lots of gratuitous machine gun fire. Some pretty good cheap sci-fi sets at the end, and all in all, a pretty enjoyable experience. Feels more like a TV movie than a theatrical release, but since I was watching on my TV, that was fine.Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 7:02 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Blood Tide Some chick and the evil sensei from Karate Kid show up on a remote Greek island searching for the guy's sister, but all they find at first is some dumb blonde, a bunch of suspicious locals, and James Earl Jones with his shirt off. Eventually, they discover that the waters around the island are inhabited by a gigantic sea monster to which the townspeople occasionally sacrifice a virgin -- except that it ends up the sea monster is more man-sized than giant. Once again, I watch a terrible movie and still like it for some reason. I think the grainy picture quality, the crumbling locations, and a drunken James Earl Jones bellowing, "Bring me a melon!" combined with cheap "eerie music" well enough to hold my interest even though very little was happening beyond James Earl Jones drinking and sucking in his gut. Sadly, the main guy does not defeat the fish-wolf-man-monster by "sweeping the leg."Labels: Set: Sci-Fi Classics posted by Armando at 6:57 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post Beast of the Yellow Night This movie is one of several from Filipino director Eddie Romero that have the word "Blood" in the title. It's basically a wolfman movie, but with Vic Diaz as the Devil and an old blind man who must have thought he was in a Frankenstein movie. But we'll forgive him since he's blind. Plot revolves around a deserter in WWII who cuts a deal with the Devil to avoid death, and then spends the next some-odd years leaping from body to body, until he finally lands in the body of a swanky businessman and gets tired of his curse. In order to make things worse for him, Devil Diaz causes him to turn into a monster. But not just a monster -- a monster with a stomach ache!It was pretty watchable fare as far as drive-in filler goes. I never needed to see Vic Diaz in a loin cloth, but now I have. Labels: Set: Nightmare Worlds posted by Armando at 6:50 PM | |