Showing posts with label Jack Hill. Show all posts
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Friday, October 14, 2011

"Spider Baby or, The Maddest Story Ever Told"(1968)d/Jack Hill

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"Screams and moans and bats and bones, teenage monsters in haunted homes. The ghost on the stair, a vampire's bite.Better beware, there's a full moon tonight!" as crooned by horror icon Lon Chaney, Jr. during the title sequence of tonight's review is but a mere hint at the lunacy in store for viewers who sit down to this cult classic, as directed by the man responsible for such jazzy numbers as 1966's Blood Bath and Mondo Keyhole, as well as later grindhouse black-taculars like Coffy(1973) and Foxy Brown(1974), the one and only Jack Hill.Shot for just over sixty grand in twelve days at the Smith Estate in Los Angeles four years earlier(the original producer went belly up somewhere along the line), Baby boasts of a stellar cast comprised of a drip-dry Chaney, Jr.(a rarity if you pay any mind to the old stories), Carol Ohmart, soap opera regular Quinn Redeker, bug-eyed comedian Mantan Moreland, and cult fave Sid Haig in an early turn, among others.Don't let the black and white film stock fool you, woprophiles, this one's crazier'n droppin' blotter acid in Manhattan on Halloween with Gary Busey chaperoning over you.For serious.Interestingly enough, the film was 'rediscovered' in recent years, spawning a modest three year tour as a musical(!) whose soundtrack was the last project recorded at the late, great Buck Owens' Bakersfield recording studio.An independent remake of the film was planned in ought-seven, but never seems to have gotten off the drawing board(you know how I feel about remakes in the first place, so yeah, good!).I think I first got turned on to this one as a surprisingly entertaining mid-week shot in the dark back in the VHS rental days, though I definitely frowned upon the keeping of mutant relatives in the cellar.Mine lived directly across from me...Ba dum bump.
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Girls out there who play "Spider", give yourselves +2.
Living in a bedraggled estate on the end of town are the three adult progeny of the Merrye family, the sole bloodline cursed with a genetic disorder that causes one to mentally and socially regress rapidly down the evolutionary ladder the older they get, as evidenced by the cellar full of inbred cannibalistic mutants sentenced to darkness and shadows, that the children call aunts, uncles, and cousins.The Merryes make the Addams Family look like the fucking Patridges, is what I'm saying here.There's Virginia(Jill Banner), who's sixteen going on six, nicknamed 'Spider Baby' for her affinity to eat bugs and tie people up like a spider's prey with ropes and slash and stab them repeatedly with two sharpened kitchen knives.Whenever she plays 'spider', some sorry son of a bitch meets his maker.Elizabeth(Beverly Washburn) displays a child-like innocence side-by-side with tartareous brutality while her mute brother Ralph(Sid Haig) uses the dumb waiter for transportation and is a sexually aggressive baldheaded moron(I've heard one or two brawds describe me the same way, no worries).The siblings, who's dead father's remains are kept upstairs in a bedroom(Virginia gives him goodnight kisses!) are looked after by the oafish Bruno(Lon Chaney, Jr.), a chauffer/chaperone who vainly tries to keep their madness to a minimum.One day, Bruno returns from his errands to find the slumped body of a black messenger(Mantan Moreland)suspended in the window, Virginia's latest 'spider' playmate.He chastises the unhinged teen like a toddler in the sandbox before relating the news of the impending arrival of two distant relatives claiming to be the rightful heirs to the Merrye legacy.You know, I'll just bet that some hilariously disturbing hijinks are about to ensue...
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Tocar!Tocar!Quien es? Tiny fucked a stump.
Peter(Quinn Redeker) and Emily(Carol Ohmart) arrive at the mansion, with a lawyer(Karl Schanzer) and his assistant(Mary Mitchel) in tow, to assess the property, insistant on staying, despite Bruno's best warnings about the family's dangerous mental illness, convinced the siblings' lunacy is merely an act to drive them away.Shoulda listened to the big goon while you had the chance, folks.After sitting down to a delectable dinner of mushrooms(only the non-poisonous variety, handpicked, of course), spiders, bugs, and grass(!), with the main course provided by Ralph, who killed a local stray cat just for the occasion(!!), Emily does her best to maintain a cool exterior unmarred by the contents of her stomach, while Peter incredibly puts forth compliments on the delicious meal(!!!).Everything really goes to Hades in a handbasin when Bruno leaves the 'kids' to their own devices so that he can run an errand.Really, Bruno?The dead messenger's disembodied ear in a matchbox kept by Spider Baby wasn't screaming "Watch these psychopathic lunatics like a hawk!"?The girls murder the lawyer, dumping his corpse in the cellar to be devoured by their even further deranged relatives, while Emily shows off her figure in a black neglige, which sets off Ralph, who's been peeptomming her, to chase then make shithouse rat-crazy love to her(!), bringing her own case of Merrye's to the surface and causing her to go homicidally nympho in the process.Bruno returns home to find the bloody aftermath with cellar-dwelling relatives running free, and realizing the family's terrible secret will now go public, his control of the siblings forever lost.He sets off some dynamite and blows the entire estate, himself and all crazy Merryes included, to kingdom come, with only Peter managing to escape the blast.As at the outset, he smugly relates his horrible tale to the camera, boasting that the mental illness known as Merrye's Syndrome was never seen again thereafter, though his daughter, who more than resembles Virginia, is seen lovingly admiring a spider in its web.A question mark appears on the end title card.
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"It isn't nice to hate." quips the caretaker, Bruno(Lon Chaney, Jr.).
It's pretty rare that a film with a mordant storyline successfully handles it with such humorous delight and twisted flair, but tonight's review is surely one of them.Even the more gruesome moments are executed with an off-camera class, probably adding to the deliria abound in the movie.Chaney, Jr. is genuinely warm and likable as Bruno, giving the best performance of the latter half of his film career, I'd argue.The pixie-esque Jill Banner was tragically killed in a car accident by a drunk driver in 1982 at the tender age of 35 while developing scripts for Marlon Brando.I'm somewhat embarrassed to admit knowing Redeker spent long years portraying Rex Sterling on Young and the Restless, but it is what it is.Ohmart you'll likely remember as Vincent Price's treacherous wife in 'House on Haunted Hill'(1959), but she had a long running career on television, as well, also appearing in 1974's Spectre of Edgar Allan Poe.Haig, long a cult celebrity and familiar antagonistic face in b-movies and television, has been in damn near everything and has no less than five new movies in production at the time of this writing.Well, shit the bed!Spider Baby stands as a cult classic of the ages, and optimum viewing for genre fans as All Hallow's Eve draws ever nearer.On the scale, three solid Wops and a strong recommendation.
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Would aaaaaaand...would.Yes.
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Saturday, September 17, 2011

"Foxy Brown"(1974)d/Jack Hill

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Pillow-chested stick o' chocolate dynamite Pam Grier hit the blaxploitation/Women in Prison scene like a pimpslapped cheek back in 1971 with a role in director Jack Hill's The Big Doll House and established herself thereafter as a familiar and formidable box office draw whose performances dripped with raw sensuality and gritty violence in some of the genre's finest offerings of the decade.Tonight, we'll be viddying what's got to be her crowning grindhouse work, the second of two blaxploitation movies she collaborated on with Hill(Coffy came a year earlier); a
delirious mash up of racial stereotypes, dated boogie-wear, domepiece squib hits, sloppily executed fights, afro wigs, and a pair of girthy mams that'd give Truck Turner heart palpitations, can you dig it?Also on board as Foxy's perpetual fuck up brother is none other than Antonio "Huggy Bear" Fargas, who's never been shiftier, in my opinion.Add to the mix blaxploitation vet Juanita Brown, long-time Hill-faves Kathryn Loder and Sid Haig, and a funkified r n' b soundtrack from Willie Hutch, and you've got yourself 94 minutes of B movie gold guaranteed to satisfy the most jaded genre nut.If only every dame could rock a polyester straitjacket-tittin' action pants suit with complimentary bra gat and be just as quick to judo chop jive turkeys as she was to NY Hustle in silhouette, the world'd be a much better place for cats to get down in, believe me, baby.Let's make it...
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Foxy(Pam Grier)and Michael(Terry Carter) enjoy some quality ethno-motorboatin'.Blblblblblblblb, y'all.
Link(Antonio Fargas) likes beddin' hos, slangin' dope, and comin' up short for twenty large to loan sharks.When he's cornered like a 'hood rat at a hot dog stand by two mob-tied bonebreakers, he naturally uses the miraculous appearance of two esuriant honkey pig cops to rotary dial his bad-ass sister, Foxy Brown(Pam Grier), for some math-fast assistance with his burgeoning problems.Though Foxy doesn't dig her bro's unrighteous lifestyle, she doesn't think twice about rolling out of bed, stuffing a pearl-handled gat into her Brobdingnagian bra cup and saving his miserable hide in the nick of time.She lets homeboy crash at her pad until the coast is clear, so long as he doesn't interfere with the return of her fed boyfriend, Michael(Terry Carter), whose undercover work to pinch the mob(coincidentally the same cats Link owes bread to) failed epically enough for him to require a faked death, new identity, and plastic surgified grillpiece.Faster than Usain Bolt in a quicksilver jumpsuit, Link recognizes Foxy's 'new' man and feeds his criminal creditors the valuable skinny to eliminate his debt and effectively number Michael's days at the same time.When Michael eats hot lead-punctured death just outside his girlfriend's pad, Foxy stumbles across the pencil-modified photo clipping of her late lover, as doodled by that no good motherfucker, Link, and puts two and two together.Awww shit.She bursts into his crib as he's horizontal boogieing with his finest white bitch and fucks the place up in a whirlwind of womanhood, squeezing the names of involved mobsters out of his sorry ass before breaking the fuck out like poison sumac.Ain't nothing like some well-calculated revenge on the horizon, y'all.
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Even Foxy's tongue is baaaad.
Oblivious to any moral high ground that may have existed prior to said vengeance, Foxy decides that the ultimate infiltrative guise she could don is: hooker.Eh, at least it makes for some near-nude fashion combos with extra emphasis on busty to squeeze into, as she shows up on the doorstep of the crime syndicate's modeling agency front, as overseen by the tyrannical Miss Katherine(Kathryn Loder) and her partner-in-crime, Steve(Peter Brown), who's instantly mesmerized by Pammy's massive mammies.The ever-jealous Katherine sends her out with another abused drug addict ho(Juanita Brown) to hotel room-hustle with a judge who's about to bang the gavel on one of their associates.The hos doublecross the jurisconsult and leave him in the hallway with his pants around his ankles as a small crowd of bewildered boarders approaches.Foxy vainly tries to lie low, but her new partner-in-revenge's wanderlust puts both chicks in a lesbo bar surrounded by aroused dykes who wanna fuck n' fight 'til the broad daylight.The syndicate reaches out to Link for his sister's whereabouts, disposing of him with bullets once the cat's outta the bag.Katherine ties up the meddling negress, fixes her up with a shot of junk, and leaves her to the devices of a pair of rapist thugs, but with the help of one helluva talented tongue, she manages to free herself, claw up some face with a bent-up wire hanger, and set the boys and their love shack on fire, before splitting.After some local would-be Panthers help her to perform a makeshift penectomy with a Bowie knife on a screaming Steve, and she snakes the controls of an amorous pilot(Sid Haig)'s biplane, using it to dice more of Katherine's men into minced mafiosi, she decends on the female crime lord with a jar full o' pickled junk, and just when it looks bad-meaning-bad for our hardcore heroine, she pulls a pistol from her afro and all Hell breaks loose.See for yourselves...
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There's one mannekin that'll never see Macy's front window again...
Though you might think Grier's career got a nick o' time jumpstart due to Tarantino's 1997 fanboy tribute Jackie Brown(Great title.Yeah.), the fact is, despite the eventual decline of blaxploitation pictures, Pam never went anywhere, finding a steady flow of television roles on shows like The Love Boat, Night Court, and even MadTV, as well as movies like Ghosts of Mars, Escape From LA, Mars Attacks!, and Fort Apache the Bronx.She's an icon of the decade and a positive role model for women everywhere.You go, girl.Antonio Fargas has remained busy in the industry the whole time, himself, acting in television shows like Kojak and MacGyver(!) and even genre films like The Borrower(1991) and direct-to-video Howling VI:The Freaks(1991), while his son Justin lines up in the Oakland Raiders backfield.Go 'head, son.The legendary Hill has helmed cult classics like The Terror(1963) and Spider Baby(1968), as well as writing the screenplays behind The Bees(1978) and 1980's Death Ship.He's awfully nice on Facebook, too.On the scale, Foxy scores three big ones, packed with exploitative thrills n' chills, a definite treat for fans of such fare.Hell, it might even make a new fan out of you if you give it half the chance.Check it out.
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One chick's afro is another's gun holster, diiig?
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