Saturday, July 30, 2011

a true story.

 I was watching Zombieland.


Alone.


Matinee, about a week after it was released; I come early and find the perfect seat.


A couple others filter in, one person sits right behind me.


About halfway through the movie, I start to hear moaning from behind me.




Just keep watching the movie and eating my popcorn.




Bill Murray scene comes up.




Moaning increases behind me.




Bill Murray dies in the movie.




Moaning comes to a climax, jism hits my hair.




Turn around with a disgusted look on my face.




Bill Murray is looking at me, pants around his ankles, semi-erect penis in hand, dripping with semen.




He says “nobody will ever believe you.”




I turn back around and finish watching the movie.




It was fine, everything was fine.



Thursday, July 28, 2011

music to stalk girls by.

Here, as requested (possibly) is volume one of the Unwell summer slasher mix....annoy your neighbours and play LOUD.




Thursday, July 21, 2011

muerde.

More filthy foreign fun in comic form for your enjoyment.








Tuesday, July 19, 2011

plug.

For those of you who live near (and/or are rich/bored enough to travel) Saturday 13th August sees the mighty Grindhoose* opening it's jism sodden doors in sunny old Glasgow town.



Come (literally) along to The Old Hairdresser's that very evening and be transported back in time to late 70s/early 80s 42nd Street (that's New Yoik fact fans) to experience some of the trashiest, sleaziest and wild films ever to have graced the not-so-big-screen.

Some of them even featuring your mum.

The lovely Grindhoose gang will be screening two surprise films back-to-back alongside a full supporting feature, public service movies and crazy trailers.

There's even a bar downstairs selling various alcoholic drinks to help numb your pain plus on your arrival you will be escorted to your seats by the lovely usherettes, the Zombabes whilst a piss-stained old hobo makes you a balloon hat.

Expect to see anything from horror, Euro-sleaze, gialli, action, martial arts and revenge flicks.


Just don't expect to go home germ free.

And best of all it costs FUCK ALL to attend!

The queues have already started so book your seat Now or something.


*Grindhoose is an educational event designed to bring the look and feel of New York grindhouse cinema to the UK - all events are free and the films are screened as part of a private screening to any attendees of the event so screw you hellish copyright folk.

invitation to love.

Here's a quick write up of a couple of Australian movies I've stumbled across recently, both so entertaining that it's almost impossible for me to find any way of adding a 'laugh now' or 'shite in mah mooth' to the proceedings.

Hence the brevity of the reviews.

Sorry.

Lake Mungo (2009).
Dir. Joel Anderson.
Cast: Rosie Traynor, David Pledger, Martin Sharpe, Steve Jodrell and  Talia Zucker.

Alice kept secrets.She kept the fact that she kept secrets a secret.


First up Lake Mungo, a supposedly true-life (i.e. not at all) documentary chronicling the little known case of the Palmer family, just your average mum, dad and two kids whose lives are altered forever when their broody (but still fairly bouncy) sixteen-year-old daughter Alice (Zucker, Erin Perry from Neighbours) drowns mysteriously (and very wetly) whilst picnicking with her family.

Alice Palmer: Water sports with me.


Not long after the poor girls funeral, bizarre things begin to occur at the Palmer residence; strange noises can be heard around the house at night, Alice's bedroom door keeps mysteriously opening and closing and a little man in a red suit is seen dancing backwards around the lounge.

OK, perhaps not the last one.

Adding to the sense of unease, shock to fuck (in a kinda hot way) mum June (Traynor) has started having nightmares and can only sleep if she breaks into someone else's house whilst Alice’s brother, Matthew (Sharpe star of the fantastic Scooter: Secret Agent series) has discovered that all his photo's and videos have his sisters ghost in them.

Spooky.

Luckily for us dad Russell (teevee stalwart Pledger) remains calm and bedecked in a Crocodile Dundee style checked shirt throughout.


"Luckily I managed to scramble my way to the bank..."


Fearing for her sanity and unable to face the ever increasing pile of dirty shirts left by her hubbie June contacts the noted radio host cum psychic Ray Kemeny (sometime satellite array dish Jodrell), a paranormal specialist with a smart line in chunky knitwear.


Just imagine how much shite that mooth could hold.


As is the investigation begins to unfold, the family realise that their happy, fun-loving daughter led a darkly disturbing double life with enough secrets dark enough to put her American cousin Laura to shame and that even the softly spoken Matthew might not be all that he seems.

Not as much as this one did obviously.


As the mounting evidence and unearthed secrets continue to grow, the Palmer family find themselves leaving the safety and relative normality of suburbia for the otherworldly landscape that is Lake Mungo, a dried-up lake bed that Alice had once visited alongside her classmates.

What awaits them there will shake the Palmer's to their very core and leave them changed forever.

Jade Goody: The return.

One third The Last Broadcast, one third Twin Peaks and a third The Stone Tape, Joel Anderson's feature debut is a confident slow burner, relying on strong writing, honest acting and a fair amount of viewer love for classic David Lynch rather than blood scares and cheap tricks.

Which makes a nice change around here occasionally.

There's not much I can say for fear of spoiling one of the few genuinely creepy films of the past ten years except for see it before the obligatory American remake arrives.

Sharing the same basic 'mockumentary' premise as well as the same poster designer by the looks of things comes The Tunnel.

Billed as 'the viral movie of the year' by someone better paid (and very probably better looking) than me.



The Tunnel (2010).
Dir: Carlo Ledesma.
Cast: Bel Deliá, Andy Rodoreda, Steve Davis and Luke Arnold.

In order to alleviate Sydney's water shortage problem, local government types have come up with a plan to utilise the vast amount of derelict railway tunnels below the city to build a giantwater recycling facility even tho' this would upset all the poor homeless folk who allegedly live down there.

Uncaring wretches.

Suddenly, the project is shelved amid rumours of dozens of tramps (and a few hoodie wearing graffiti artists) disappearing down there, even though the official line is that no-one at all ever ventures down there.

Ever.

She thinks she's sweaty now but just wait till the arse whacking starts.


Enter (if I must) the mighty chinned and extremely dirty pillowed investigative journalist Natasha Warner (Deliá) who, reckoning that there's a story to be told (and awards to be won), heads down into the tunnels to discover the truth.

Unable to get a permit and desperate to make her mark, Natasha and her team; fellow hack Peter (Rodoreda), hunky cameraman Steve (ex snooker champ Davis) and soundman 'Tangles' (Arnold) sneak into the maze like underground network, laughing and joking as they go.

Before too long tho' our intrepid gang discover that there is indeed something down there, something that may not even be human.

But the worst is still to come.

Trapped in the labyrinthine tunnels without a proper map (or even sensible shoes) and hunted like tiny things that get hunted by big nasty things Steve informs everyone that the battery packs on the lights are running dangerously low.

And no-one has set the video for The Paul Hogan Show.

Peter O'Brien: The pasty years.

Whilst The Tunnel wont win any awards for originality, it's producers just might thanks to the unique way the film was financed and marketed.

Part funded by encouraging people to buy a frame of the movie for $1 and then releasing the finished product for free on various torrent sites, viewers were encouraged to try before they committed to buy the extras laden physical DVD release.

Which you have to admit is fairly smart.

Especially for Australians.

But what really puts The Tunnel in a different league to the majority of found footage or your average low budget indie flicks is how slickly made it is, rather than go the normal found footage route (bad edits, jumps and all) The Tunnel is sold to the viewer as a fully completed documentary even down to the fantastically realised credits and the composition of the interviews. Mix this with the clever use of outside video footage other than the crews camera (mainly from closed circuit television from various locations) and a dedicated, utterly believable cast (hats off to Davis especially) and you know you're onto something that's really special.

Noel Edmonds: Tunnel or funnel?


And whilst the set-up may be a wee bit more convoluted than the norm, it works well enough to get the characters involved in the fairly credible backstory and more importantly into the tunnels and into danger, building slowly on the tension whilst letting us get to know Natasha and her crew before cranking up the the atmosphere (and throwing in some pretty effective scares) for the films second half.

Yes the director is aware that we know who's going to die and what's going to happen in the end but it doesn't stop him from making the journey there such good, old fashioned scary fun and one of the best things to come out of Australia since Robin McLeavy's arse.


Monday, July 18, 2011

danger: diabolique.

Obviously John Philip Law's reading material of choice.




Monday, July 11, 2011

smash my picture!

...As top pop combo 'The' Prodigy sang on their hit number a few years back but to prove that feminist baiting beatings didn't begin with the brutish musing of Keith Flint (or even back in the sick exploitation world of the sleazy seventies) here are some examples of the type of top quality misogynistic mayhem that was available in comic strip form during the heady days of the pre-code thirties and forties.

Enjoy.

And don't forget your tissues.











Friday, July 1, 2011

people you fancy but shouldn't part 30.

The enigmatic Megan Stewart.






You knew that this was bound to happen sooner or later.

I'm sure wherever she is she'll appreciate it.

strange hill.

A little food based fun now, got round to giving this classic another razzle after finding it sitting under a pile of Big Cook Little Cook DVD's (gotta love my cataloging system).

It's short n' sweet, a wee bit like the film in question.

Well, I say sweet....

Kogyaru-gui: Oosaka terekura hen (AKA Eat The SchoolgirL, Osaka Telephone Club. 1997)
Dir: Naoyuki Tomomatsu
Star: Kozue Aoki, Yuuki Fujita, Nobuyuki Hasegawa, Michiru Kato, Tadao
Kawamoto, Shiro Misawa, Tsuyoshi Ootsubo, Kenji Sugawara, Dan Takebashi, Maria
Yamazaki, Naoki Yokota and Tetsuya Yuuki.




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"Dear Diary, I just killed someone today."


Somewhere in the sprawling metropolis that is Tokyo we come across a pair of ker-razy young guys whose job seems to be handing out flyers and tapes of an oh so slightly pornographic nature.

Nice work if you can get it I guess.

Brian is a sex obsessed neurotic with a bad fringe and his pal (and the movie's star) Jeff is a geeky phone sex addicted loner (with an even worse fringe), even having a favourite operator whom he calls on a regular basis (his phone bill must be huge).

After a hard days smut peddling the pair return to their bosses den of vice to pick up their wages and inadvertently get a glimpse behind the scenes of these homemade video epics.

You see, the bad Yakuza men behind this lo-fi film industry spend their days kidnapping random girls off the street before getting them rat arsed and touching them up on camera.

I told you they were naughty.

Getting bored with all the gratuitous nudity around them our duo decide to go their separate ways.

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The director was too scared to shout 'cut!'
as John Leslie strutted his stuff.


Brian hits the mean streets in his search for sex whilst Jeff heads home to phone his special girl pal. Imagine his surprise then when on opening his front door he's confronted by a naked lady baring an uncanny resemblance to the girl on the flyer he's been handing out all day.

Except this girl has angel wings.

Spooky.

The mysterious girl sexily announces that she's his to do with as he pleases, so long as he starts dressing as a school girl, roaming the city and stabbing folk as he climaxes.

No, really.


Excited yet scarily frustrated, Jeff dons his girlie garb and legs it into the night and before long he's come across a drunk in an alley...but obviously not before stabbing him to death with a set of box cutters whilst all the time hazy memories of his families brutally murder play before his eyes.

Realising what he's done, Jeff disappears into the night....

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Insert cock...well anywhere you like really.



Playing out like a cheaper (hard to imagine I know), grubbier and way more pretentious version of Romano Scavolini's 1981 masterwork of mentalism 'Nightmares In A Damaged Brain', Naoyuki (Stacy: Attack of the Schoolgirl Zombies) Tomomatsu's arthouse porn shocker may lack the logic (and plot) of his later work, it's thinly veiled story and cardboard characters mearly an excuse to see how far the director can push the barriers of taste and style over substance in a little under sixty minutes.

The answer is quite far by the way.

The acting (if you can call it that) is stilted and cold coupled with jerky, hand held cinematography and an unhealthy pretense for intellectualizing the (mostly sexual) violence on show makes the movie hard to sit thru', but unfortunately for all the wrong reasons.

If you're bored (or that way inclined) there's still fun to be had with the movie by inviting your friends round and imagining yourselves as the panel from The Late Review attempting to justify and explain the artistic merit of a group of guys squirting water up a girls arse in an effort to make her shit herself whilst they film the whole thing.

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I can't decide what's more offensive, the
constant violence against women of those undies.


I shouldn't be too harsh tho', I mean what other movie can you think of that closes with a cross dressing loon disemboweling a girl in a shower before masturbating furiously over her writhing body as she attempts in vain to hold her internal organs in place?

At least I know what I'm getting my neighbour for Christmas now.