With a scandalous certificate of “rejected” and that sultry seductive black and white cover image of a sexy lady in those tight trousers with a bold red writing stamped across her saying Private Property!. You know this is going to be a controversial sixties saucy shocker. Continue reading “Private Property (1960) Certificate Rejected For Saucy Manx”
Way before Rutger Hauer hung around quiet highways waiting for his prey there was another deranged psycho itching to terrorize innocent good Samaritans. Continue reading “The Hitch-Hiker (1953) The First Lady of Film Noir?”
Been slowly introducing the classics to my two children and what better excuse is there than Father’s Day. Nothing beats family time, to me, than watching a movie I so loved as a teenager and hopefully passing on it’s “greatness” to another generation. Predator, Total Recall, Rambo, Aliens have all been unleashed on them but this time it’s John Carpenter’s The Thing and quite frankly this one is a freak show. Continue reading “The Thing (1982) Fathers Day AKA Freak The Kids Out Day”
When it comes to movie titles, The Exterminating Angel is pretty spectacular. Being that I only read a small synopsis for the plot I had imagined it would be in the vein of Agatha Christie’s “And Then There None” and that the exterminating angel was a description of some femme fatale who was unleashing her wrath on the unexpecting party guests. Haha how wrong could I have been! Continue reading “The Exterminating Angel (1962) – Sacrificial Lamb Satire”
Another month, another bonkers film to add to the list, Wake in Fright from 1971 is essential watching. Marooned in a small town resembling some kind of maddening limbo land, a possible stop off for hell itself . But to be honest this could be just an ordinary Australian outback town going about its everyday life for all that I know.
Think Walkabout meets all of Crocodile Dundee’s mates, add a gazillion gallons of booze and crank that unbearable blistering heat up to maximum overdrive, blast in mountains of dry hot dust and you get a slight picture of what to expect. Who needs water when the beer flows like white rapids at the bottom of a waterfall. Continue reading “Wake in Fright (1971) – The Greatest Australian Film?”
Social misfit and butterfly collector Freddie Clegg (Terence Stamp) prowls the streets of London in his Ford Thames 400E van stalking his childhood fascination, the beautiful art student Miranda Grey (Samantha Eggar). With his trusty bottle of chloroform to hand, he hopes that after keeping her hostage she will grow to love him.
Freddie’s inner monologue – “I knew where she was every minute of the day!”
Continue reading “The Collector (1965) – Stamp Collecting”
An hour and half and not one sign of any wolves, lycans or otherwise. No one howling at the moon, no metamorphosis from human to wolf or visa a versa, I want my money back! Well it was free, so I mustn’t grumble, Wolf Lake Youtube. Will give them the lake part of the title though, there was one big ass lake. Wolf Lake is located in Yukon, Canada but I’ve just read it was filmed in Mexico!
Tagline – Survive the night at Wolf Lake if the suspense doesn’t kill you first!
Continue reading “Wolf Lake (1980) – Messed Up War Veterans”
Quite seriously the beginning opening sequence of Aguirre The Wrath Of God is ridiculously breathtaking, so stunning. A visually beautiful set piece, the panning shots of hundreds of men marching down the side of cliffs and mountains carrying all manner of unnecessary items. Hundreds of slaves and sherpers, interspersed with men in full armour, conquistadores in all their glory.
Tagline – A breathtaking journey into the heart of darkness.
Continue reading “Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972) Fools Gold”
To be honest this film made me feel better for the hell we used to put our teachers through. The random shouting, throwing of paper planes, rubbers and general disruption seems so ordinary and bland. We sure would have upped our game if we had seen this back in the 80’s
So intrigued by that film title name of Unman, Wittering and Zigo, I had no idea what it meant until I watched it. It happens to be the last three names on the school register for the class of Lower 5B, a boys boarding school in a remote English coastline village. Continue reading “Unman, Wittering and Zigo (1971) -Watch out for class Lower 5B”