Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Comic book fans drink a lot less than horror fans, even though there was a giant bottle of Wild Turkey displayed at "Yaoi Land." Sobriety issues aside, I got to see some pretty nifty previews of upcoming plastic action figure joy. I think I'm going to have to own "The Warriors" figures from Mezco Toys. Stuntman Mike would be able to keep Snake Plissken company, so I should probably buy that as well. A little judicious planning would make room for two "Conan the Barbarian" figures.
The panels were extremely well-attended--I waited in line for an hour and a quarter to ensure a seat in the "Venture Brothers" panel. It was well worth the time and effort, though, as we were treated to this preview of Season Three (posted to YouTube by another attendee):
I really think the love for "Venture Brothers" was underestimated--there were probably at least 1,000 people in that particular panel, which had to be moved to a larger room. The panel was not moderated, which led to some rather dumbtarded questions and one request for hugs (plenty of eyerolling from the Tenebrous Posse ensued, trust me--if you want the full effect you can find the clips on YouTube), with the main skinny being that Season Four is currently being written, there are no current plans for a feature length movie or a video game, and there will be a soundtrack CD being released soon.
Today I am really feeling the absence of Storm Troopers. It's kind of sad, actually.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
OK, internet, check out this amazing "Diabolik" poster , shown at right, by artist Jesse Philips. Looks like these are available to have, hold, own and love forever on the Black Cat Bones webshop. See more of Jesse Philips' art (including some badass monster and tattoo-inspired pieces) at JessePhilips.com.
Do yourselves a favor and check out the rest of the posters at the Black Cat Bones webshop for some seriously hott reimaginings of 60s and 70s genre film posters, including "Suspiria" and "Thriller: A Cruel Picture" by other artists.
Now I just need to figure out how I'm going to quadruple my free wall space in order to fit all these things in the Apartment of Erotic Horror...
Monday, April 14, 2008
For your still-picture pleasure, here's the Flickr still gallery.
Friday, April 11, 2008
I am basking in a serious far-out post-hippie glamour afterglow right now, having just watched Massimo Dallamano's 1970 "Dorian Gray." The film follows Oscar Wilde's "Picture of Dorian Gray" in many details, adding copious nudity and outrageous fashion statements and taking away virtually all subtelties of plot and characterization. It's a one-dimensional film that mirrors the vanity of its title character, serving as a showcase for elegant European actors and little else.
Helmut Berger's Dorian begins as an almost aggravatingly sweet and naive young Londoner, whose "male beauty and virility" has been identified by his artist friend Basil Hallward (Richard Todd), who is painting a portrait of Dorian. Dorian meets doe-eyed actress Sybil Vane (Marie Liljedahl) and they begin a whirlwind romance, confirming their love for one another over hot dogs, shared car rides and (naturally) nude love scenes. Things take a Hard Left when Dorian is introduced to Henry Wotton (Herbert Lom) and his sister, who are avowed hedonists. Soon, Dorian is deeply involved in their world of cocktail parties (sadly, not of the Hott Nazi Cocktail Party variety noted in my Sadiconazista article--these are rather more subdued and entirely-sans-uniform). His relationship with Sybil ends very badly, and she commits suicide, leaving Dorian free to pursue all life's pleasures. And the film does, indeed, show ALL of life's pleasures--hetero couplings, threesomes, gay couplings, LOTS more cocktail parties. As Dorian becomes more and more depraved, the appearance of his portrait deteriorates while he stays forever young. The movie implies the passage of many years, as other actors age on-screen, but never fear, things stay hella-groovy throughout. Of course, Dorian's bad behavior and evil influence do not go unpunished, leading to his eventual suicide.
My love of Mr. Berger is no secret, and I have seen him put in a great-if-melodramatic performance, but--let's be honest--he doesn't play a convincing innocent. There is no transition between Good Dorian and Naughty Dorian, effectively eradicating the dramatic arc of the film. Sure, the man looks amazing in (and out of) outfits, but since the film is structured as a character-driven drama, the lack of a believable main character is problematic. The film is very fun as a dated document of its time, and so long as one looks at it as a psychedelic soap opera, it's a blast.
I'm less inclined to want to discuss the merits of this movie than I am to start figuring out some way I can get my Domestic Partner into this outfit. The Baron claims that zebra is "the tackiest of the animal prints," but I claim this outfit is totally awesome and completely fashionably sound.
Enjoy this gallery of super-hip film stills from "Dorian Gray" on Flickr.
A big thank you to Kim at Cinebeats for sending me a copy of this movie! I suspect I have to fly out to the West Coast to wash her car and clean her home for a month to make up for this kind gesture.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
"The Sister of Ursula" is an unapologetically trashy entry into the giallo cycle that serves up a mixed bag of nudity, exploitation, and a killer who offs female victims with an oversized dildo. Lead actress Barbara Magnolfi's portrayal of the troubled young Ursula is surprisingly nuanced in what is ultimately a cult-sleaze tossaway.
Dagmar (Stefania D'Amario) has brought her psychologically scarred sister Ursula to an Italian shore resort after their father's death. Shortly after the women arrive at the hotel, a series of ghoulish murders begins, with women of loose morals turning up eviscerated (but only after each has engaged in a softcore sex scene).
The film is not one of the more stylish gialli, and substitutes plentiful nudity for the erotic chills and creepy S&M undertones of others of its genre. Frequent segues into "Skinemax" territory make this feel like an underacheiving Jess Franco film. The sex scenes are patently unerotic, with an emphasis on cringe-worthy humping and startlingly icky tongue-kissing. The inelegant camerawork during these scenes doesn't help matters--it seems as if the cinematographer was as reluctant to focus on these goings-on as I was.
It's hard to dismiss the movie entirely, however, largely due to Magnolfi's on-screen presence. Known to Italo-horror fans as the witchy Olga in "Suspiria," Magnolfi exudes a special kind of crazy girl sexiness in this film. She is clearly damaged goods from the opening scene, with her sulky demeanor and claims of psychic foreknowledge. Her facial expressions convey a deeply wounded psyche and her verbal outbursts are unpredictable and stormy. In a way, the film is more disappointing, seeing that the director was able to elicit a fine performance from Magnolfi and middling-at-best performances from the rest of the cast.
There are also moments of beauty elicited from the setting. Outdoor vistas such as a tracking crane shot of the exterior of the hotel where Dagmar and Ursula are staying show some promise, but sloppily outfitted interiors and some silly costume choices outweigh the better visual choices. A porn-pop soundtrack rounds out the effort, including a theme song "Eyes" which brings to mind unfortunate comparisons with the far superior "Eyes of Laura Mars," also released in 1978.
Above: Team Ultra Violent Magazine Represents - photo by Don Edmonds (we look THIS GOOD on Sunday morning--scary, right?)
Convention highlights will be bulleted for ease of perusal:
- Panels were well-run by Art of UV Magazine. I really enjoyed the "Ilsa" panel with stars Dyanne Thorne and Howard Maurer and director Don Edmonds. Edmonds has a real passion for movie-making that carries over to young filmmakers. He was incredibly encouraging to folks who spoke with him over the weekend regarding their own film efforts, and I give him a lot of props for being so supportive.
- I got a photo of me being flogged by Dyanne Thorne! This evidence of my horrible abuse at the hands of "Ilsa, She Wolf of the S.S." will be forthcoming once I get it scanned in. Ms. Thorne is just about the sweetest, most fun human being you'd want to meet--I just adored her all to pieces. AND she liked my outfit. I endorse an Ilsa/Tenebrous Empress team-up.
- Sadly, I missed the Jack Hill "Spider Baby" panel because I was being a dutiful employee of UVMag, but I *did* get to meet a man with FOUR tattoos dedicated to "Last House on Dead End Street." Now *that*, meine freunde, defines "Special Needs."
- I got to see Juggaloes in their native habitat! As you might imagine, we're light on Juggaloes in the New York City area, so this was something of rather anthropological import to me. Seriously, dudes, they had the jackets and the weird hair and everything. Fascinating.
- On the "little bit scary" tip, there were Actual Skinheads at the convention as well. I had never seen a Skrewdriver t-shirt on an in-person human being until this past weekend. Yikes.
- I saw Beer Pong in person for the first time, too. The second-floor hallway was co-opted into a Beer Pong arena on Saturday night. Saw someone get denied an opportunity to play beer pong because she was "too drunk." Dude--who gets to decide a woman is "too drunk" for beer pong? I call shenanigans.
- There were on-con-floor whiskey-drinking hijinks on Saturday, but I did not participate. Sorry to disappoint, but nothing good would have come of that! To the Guilty Parties, I have pictures of all of your WhiskeyFaces. Adventures in sobriety for the win.
- Got to see most of "Green Slime" on the projection screen--it was a hoot! I agree with Ms. Joan Arkham who identified that the sexual tension was way stronger between the two male leads than between either of them and the Ursula Andress character. Also--bonus points for the groovy-ass soundtrack.
- For those of you who doubted the veracity of the hobo documentary, you can BUY yourself a copy of "Murder on the Tracks" here. Do not doubt any of my future hobo-related nuggets of trivia, you bastards.
- My own purchases for the weekend included a GIANT stack of DVDs (including the silent "Fantomas" serials and a couple of Turkish "Kilink" movies) and two lino-cut prints from an artist whose card I lost (DRAT). They're very hott, though--I selected the Frankenstein Monster print (to go with other Frankenstein Monster art in my home) and the Aleister Crowley print (which just has a general creepy coolness about it of which I heartily approved).
- Finalmente, my giant Eurotrash sunglasses received the approval of my horror peers. The Tenebrous knows how to dress herself, in spite of her Domestic Partner the Baron's suspicions.
I'm undecided as to whether I have the fortitude to make the October convention, but I had an extremely memorable time. Thanks to my friends and the con organizers for making this a fantastic weekend!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Jindřich Ulrich Oil Miniatures - Tiny, beautifully-detailed paintings by an artist in Prague, using weird historical and pseudo-religious imagery.
Neuromantic - Expressionist portraits of groovy film dandies, giallo girls, and Japanese pop icons. I'm obsessed with that Helmut-Berger-as-Dorian-Gray painting. OBSESSED, people.
Surreal Fusion Gallery - Dark fantastic paintings and cross-stitch reproductions of genre movie posters by two artists.
Vincent Price Embroidered Portrait
Fashions Past - Best & Worst - Vintage photos of models and everyday folks sporting some amazing styles from days gone by. Who wants to join me for a group disco shot?