As human beings, we tend to find comfort in shared experiences. No one grasps this spark of wisdom more than Nick Millard — that’s why he removed most of the mouths…
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Joseph A. Ziemba
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I wouldn’t buy a used car from Donn Davison — I’d buy the entire lot. When it comes to the 1970s Cryptozoology/Paranormal/UFO craze, I don’t ask for much. A brief runtime.…
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Well, somebody was into boats. And boobs. I love symmetry! Psychiatrist Dr. Jules, spread-eagled on a pool float, is speaking to his naked daughter on the telephone. Thereafter, they’re joined on…
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I’m glad this wasn’t a real movie. When a self-propelled filmmaker inadvertently captures the idiosyncrasies of a community in lieu of producing an actual “film,” we, the audience, are witness to…
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At age twenty, The Kinks’ “I’m On An Island” was my defining mid-60s jam. The song bookended a 90 minute “KOOL KINKS” Maxell mixtape that I made, and I even recorded…
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Bigfoot has always been an excessive person. In The Capture of Bigfoot, he threw a snowmobile at someone’s head. In Night of the Demon, he removed a man’s penis and threw…
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Let’s get dark. You know what’s great about Canadian ultra-obscurities? They’re always dependable. Whether setting out to mine luscious delirium (Things), debilitating gloom (Deadline), or concentrated shittiness (Survival 1990), our Great…
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Q: Why do winos house their booze bottles in brown paper bags? A: Because they don’t want to see the end coming. That pretty much says it all. Prior to a…
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Life. Art. Olivia Newton-John. Over the past 4- years, the insurgence of vintage “found” media as a mostly poignant, sometimes hilarious document of society’s fringes has become inescapable. And much appreciated.…
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Satan has developed a social conscience. It’s called “sex.” When it comes to the devil and sexuality, the line between reality and fantasy is often clear. For instance, we all know…
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Chuck Watts just made love to a gorgeous prostitute. While gingerly buttoning his pants, she glares at him and says, “When you make love, it’s like going to the toilet.” Hiya,…
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In the film Roseland, director Fredric Hobbs stated, “You cannot fart around with love.” He was right. That’s why I love him. Don’t get me wrong. I’d never, ever recommend a…
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Twenty minutes down. I thought, “A gay biker film that shoots it far too straight. Go figure.” But that was before I experienced the ending. With the release of The Psychopath…
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I’ve been immersed in Wendy Carlos’s Switched On Bach for the past three weeks. With each listen, I get further away from understanding how someone could actualize a work that defies…
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It is difficult to argue with a man who makes love to toy dolls. So why try? By 1968, director-writer-unknowing-sage Doris Wishman was onto something big. So big, in fact, that…
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The old folks have taken over the asylum. High-fives to the old folks. Mental hospitals are The Best, especially when it comes to slasher films. Grandmas are The Best, especially when…
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T.G.I.F.? The elementary understanding of The Cat Scream was to be demolished in the wake of Ferd and Beverly Sebastian’s Rocktober Blood. For in that film, this badge of machismo gallantry…
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The Abomination made all things desolate. As it turns out, desolation can be a pretty captivating place. In 1986, writer-director Bret McCormick and partner-director Matt Devlen ensconced a Super 8 camera,…
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I’ve never been sold on the concept of destiny. Until now. Sometime during the first half of the twentieth century, identical twins David and Robert Story were born. Unexceptional on the…
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Our setting: the unkempt office of Dr. T. Honest Truth, traveler, lecturer, amateur comedian, and world-renowned psychoanalyst. A bust of W.C. Fields leers over his desk, while the requisite chaise lounge…