Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Been a strange month here at Arena Towers with a mix of waiting for pay cheques, having commissions rejected, general work type stuff and my plea last month for someone (anyone) to find me something halfway decent to watch before I end up stabbing the sofa.
Luckily longtime Unwell urchin Dissolvedpaul was kind enough to recommend this movie to me, saying it was the finest film he'd ever seen.
And he never lies.
Saying that tho' can you really trust a man who released a four CD boxset musical tribute to Peter Bark?
The Last House in the Woods (AKA Il Bosco Fuori. 2006).
Dir: Gabriele Albanesi.
Cast: Daniela Virgilio, Daniele Grasseti, Gennaro Diana, Santa De Santis and a few other folk who should really know better.
beyond them all...
is The Last House in the Woods.
Driving along a deserted country round after attending a waiters lookalike party Geoff Soontodie, his fish-lipped wife Brenda and his ball headed boy child Crispin, confused by the eye searing inconsistencies between the day and night shots on-screen manage to make their rented hatchback screech uncontrollably off the road and career headlong down a muddy bank.
Luckily a handy tree helps stop the car before it gets too damaged.
Which is more than can be said for Geoff's face.
Escaping from the car in an amusing wobbly manner, Brenda and son head back to the road to hopefully flag down a passing motorist.
It doesn't take long before help seems to be at hand when a nice sturdy family style saloon comes a trundling down the road towards the pair.
Thinking that a huge faced, bow tie wearing dwarf may put the driver off helping Brenda pushes Crispin to the side of the road (and into daylight bizarrely enough) just as the car slams into her, spraying her pretty dress with mud and ruining her lipstick.
Obviously trying to help the driver steps out of the car and tries to wipe it up by repeatedly hitting her in the face with a large brick.
Crispin, fearful for his life (and possibly of losing his bum virginity) runs into the woods....
Meanwhile back at the plot good and proper the chisel of chin and lank of hair Aurora (Italian teevee queen Virgilio) is busy drawing funny faces in crayon whilst her on/off (and constantly hen-pecked boyfriend) Rino (Grasseti from Nature: Consuelo...no me neither) takes her up the arse.
And the reason?
He (allegedly) wants to see what great masterpiece she can create in the throes of ecstasy.
Either that or he's banned from working as a classroom assistant.
Within what seems like minutes the pair have messily split up and Rino has taken to driving around in his Fiat Uno hoping for a glimpse of Aurora's bouncy breasts as she stomps passed him.
Makes a change from sitting at home indulging in a tearful wank and a Pot Noodle I suppose.
But why did these young lovers part I hear you ask?
Seems that Aurora can't decide if she loves him or not, playing the 'I'm really confused' card whilst still expecting him to drive her around and give her sweaty car seat shagging on demand.
Typical woman then.
Meeting up one day the pair decide to head off up the road from the movies beginning for a bit of 'the sex' and a chat about why she's such an evil cow and wont have him back.
But as the sweaty ex-sweethearts discuss their future (or lack of it) they're interrupted by the arrival of three Hush Puppy wearing, nipple revealing t shirt clad bad boys driving around in a bright pink Fiat hatchback (does the directors dad own a dealership?) looking to partake in a wee bit of fighting and raping.
But not necessarily in that order.
Beating Rino to a pulp (which to be honest is no show of manliness seeing as a gentle breeze would probably send him flying he's so wet) before locking him in the boot of his car, the three stooges decide to turn their lascivious gaze toward Aurora, pinning her down in the dirt and taking it in turns to gyrate against her thighs and threatening to show her their cocks.
Luckily a nice middle aged (and armed) couple (the facially challenged Diana and the sleazily seductive De Santis) drive up and scare the bad lads away, saving us from having to see their (possibly scabby) penises and Aurora from having to touch them.
A win/win situation as far as I'm concerned then.
As our would-be beast pals run off into the slowly fading light, the man (Antonio) and his wife (Clara) invite Aurora and the by now free but still-unconscious Rino (I for one couldn't tell the difference between him awake or asleep) back to their house for a cup of tea, a quick clean up and a digestive biscuit.
Aurora, being a greedy bitch agrees and they all drive off down a quiet country lane.
Well I say all drive off but it's really only Antonio doing the driving, the others are passengers.
Arriving at the couples secluded mansion things begin to take a sinister turn for the strange, Rino is huddled off into a room by the sexily pneumatic Clara whilst Aurora is sent to sit in the dining room with the smooth talking (if pube haired) Antonio and his clumsy attempts at seduction.
He does manage a quick snog tho' so he can't be all that bad.
Either that or Aurora's a manipulative whore.
But alas, we'll never know as the creepy couple are thankfully interrupted when, in one of modern cinemas finest 'Laugh Now' moments Antonio's rat-toothed, bowl headed and jam covered seven year old son enters the room asking for a pair of fresh beef curtains to munch on.
Being thick as mince Aurora doesn't notice anything peculiar about this at all and only begins to worry (and then only slightly) when Antonio comes at her with a hypodermic needle shouting "I kill you now!"
Trying to escape from her slightly strange host, our heroine runs upstairs where she finds a by now conscious Rino strapped to a chair and being forced to watch Cbeebies with toothy boy and his mum.
Fearing an appearance by Big Cook, Little Cook Aurora jumps out of the window and disappears into the night.
Followed by some slow motion flashbacks of ball-boy from the films opening.
Spooked by the recordings of owl songs and frightened by the distant sounds of growling, Aurora hides under a tree till the cameraman's night filter falls off before heading to a burnt out caravan parked by a nearby bush, surely she'll find help there, I mean it's not like you get inbred cannibal type hicks in the backwoods of Italy is it?
Well, yes you do actually.
I know, I was vaguely surprised by this turn of events too.
not as surprised as Aurora tho' who not only gets her cheeks stroked but gets hit on the head for good measure.
Waking back at the house, our lippy loser soon finds that she's strapped to a cheap wicker chair next to an unconscious (yes again) Rino.
Who appears to have lost a few limbs along the way.
Continuity error or food for the spiky toothed cannibal child?
Screaming and shouting (oh and getting really angry because she's just decided that she loves Rino after all) Aurora is told the terrible tale of Ratty's birth.
Seems the poor boy was born with a perfect set of gnashers and and overwhelming love of man-meat.
Obviously the only solution to the problem was to fortify the house and begin kidnapping anyone who drives down their street.
As a parent I can totally see the logic behind that.
Whilst all this back story is being filled in toothy Tom is bust salivating at the thought of munching out on Aurora's ample thighs and eating her whole.
Tho' I've heard cannibals usually spit that bit out.
Meanwhile our terrible threesome are driving back from a night of booze, big bands and blow-jobs when their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. With none of their phones working the boys decide to walk thru' the woods, occasionally stopping to pull action poses and look for a house where they can get help and/or some more sex.
Oh and as the none too bright Ginger adds "We can steal a DVD player too!"
It's not long (or big, or clever) before they begin to hear screams in the distance which Biffa, the lead thug mistakes for the sound of shagging, reckoning if they can follow the sound they can all have sex too.
And they say romance is dead.
Still tied to a chair and being forced to watch a fat man with a scabby lip chainsaw her beau's arm off it actually comes as a blessed relief to Aurora when she see's her would-be molesters face peering thru' the window.
To Antonio's family tho' this is one meal-time interruption too far and, after packing little toothy ratkin off to bed the entire clan arm themselves with whatever comes to hand and head out to catch the interlopers and protect the family secret locked away in the cellar....
Will Aurora survive with all her limbs still attached?
Will Robbie Rapist turn good guy or attempt to stick it in her again?
Will we ever find out what the significance of bow tie boy is?
And will Rino manage to get trousers to fit him now?
Writer, director and non trick pony Gabriele Albanesi after force feeding himself a diet of classic seventies shlockers and classic eighties splatter has manage to vomit up a mish mash of influences and ideas so bizarre and unrelated as to make a film that's beyond parody, redemption and possibly criticism.
How else can you explain how arse numbingly bad yet at the same time head fuckingly brilliant
The Last House in the Woods is?
It's quite honestly the film your twelve year old self never made, a junior school version of Phenomena via The Texas Chainsaw Massacre with an added cameo from Last House On The Left villain Krug's slightly stupider younger brother, slightly less soiled linen and considerably more arse shots.
Is this a good thing? I can't possibly say.
But what I can tell you is that if Amer is the ultimate tribute to the Eurohorror genre then this is the hook handed idiot sibling, cowering and dribbling in the basement whilst constantly masturbating over faded, soiled pictures of Marilyn Burns.
And Pete too probably.
Chock full of bizarrely inappropriate dialogue, full frontal amputations, shocking denim fashions, kiddie friendly cannibalism, chainsaw-wielding inbred hicks and a flagrant disregard for the laws of editing not seen since the heady days of Plan 9, the acting veers wildly between the stiffly Formica (Grasseti I'm looking at you) to ear bleedingly shrilly (Virgilio) with a supporting cast that seems hell bent on hitting every emotional point in between whether we like it or not.
Except for the wee toothy boy that is, who seems to spend the entire film in a dribbly, Prozac fuelled daze.
And who says child abuse can't be entertaining?
But fear not for there is one saving grace in this sea of mediocrity and that's the gorgeously ghoulish Santa De Santis.
Coming over like Daria Nicolodi's slinkier, sleazier little sister with a penchant for sensible A-line skirts, De Santis knows exactly how to play it, giving (the fairly sketchy) role just enough 'arch' as to make it the most memorable performance on show.
And in a film packed to the brim with lump-headed freaks, mutant kids and various ginger folk that's no easy task.
And that's why we love her.
The Last House in the Woods elicits the same feelings of wrongful passion that you get when gazing at your neighbours daughter or your younger cousin in her Girl Guides uniform, you know it's wrong but you just can't help yourself, sneaking a peek from the corner of your eye whilst adjusting you trousers.
Damning with faint praise or too much information regarding my social life?
You decide, I'm off to dress the Cassman in a waiters outfit.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Just came across (quite literally) these gorgeous Italian posters for the fantastic (possibly) I Porno Zombi (AKA La fille à la fourrure, Naked Lovers, The Girl in the Fur Coat and Starship Eros).
Obviously I have to have it.
More later but until then...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I'ts confession time.
I've had a hideous (and very girly) crush on this movies star since I was a wee Goth boy at art school and I skived off one day so I could go see her play a live set at The Mander Centre in sunny Wolverhampton.
She even touched my hand across the crowds as she sang 'I Think we're Alone Now'.
Forgive me please.
I love her.
And one day she will be mine....
Mega Piranha (AKA Megapiranha. 2010).
Dir: Eric Forsberg.
Cast: The lovely Tiffany, Paul Logan, Barry Williams, David Labiosa, Jude Gerard Prest, Jesse Daly, Alessandro Tierno and Eric Forsberg.
Somewhere on the Orinoco River in Venezuela (the bit that looks like a muddy bit of a secluded play park), tubby playboy Enrico Soontodie and his lovely (I say lovely but I mean harsh) girlfriend are romping thru' the trees in a loved up - and pissed up - manner only ever seen in horror movies.
Deciding to go for a paddle in the local duckpond (always a bad move) it's only a matter of time before both are devoured by something lurking beneath the water, leaving only a rubber hand floating down the stream and a pair of skidmarked pants hanging from a tree.
Meanwhile down river, fat bastard VIP Arnold Regis (director Forsberg obviously channelling a cake shop) and friends are enjoying some cheap booze and even cheaper whores when their boat is attacked from below by an unseen force, tipping everyone into the water and into the waiting jaws of death.
Fast cut to 'proper' America where professional buff-stud and part-time secret agent Jason Fitch (Days of Our Lives' Logan) is woken from his testosterone fuelled slumber by a video-call from his pube headed boss Paul O' Grady (himself), ordering our muscled muffin to investigate Regis' death and stop an international incident of some kind.
Arriving in the South America Fitch is accosted by the ultra-sexy scientist Sarah Monroe (Tiffany, swoon) who rants at him about big fish (tho' why anyone would want to talk about that Tim Burton misfire is beyond me) before being taken up the local army base (cheeky) by his arch nemesis and sleazy foreigner Colonel Antonio Diaz (Labiosa from 24 and some other teevee fodder).
Seems that Diaz reckons that the bin men blew up the boat and resents the fact that a big sexy American (with his talk of fish, freedom and French fries) has been sent to muscle in on his case.
Tho' from the looks they keep giving each other I'm sure he wouldn't mind him muscling in somewhere else.
Locked in his room with only a teevee, a spicy Pot Noodle and some tissues for company, Fitch soon gets bored and sneaks out to meet up with the mysterious (and did I say incredibly sexy?) Sarah at her secret laboratory location.
Over tea and biscuits it transpires that Sarah and her science buddies have genetically engineered a Piranha that can grow to the size of a house and can fly.
How and why you would do this is never explained but suffice to say that the crafty buggers are now getting so big and hungry that they're attempting to break out from the dam that keeps them in check further up the river.
And now they have a taste for fat American it seems that nothing will stop them.
Isn't that always the way?
Sarah has the great idea of walling the fish in then draining the water so as to suffocated them but as she's about to ring Bob the Builder to order the cement Diaz appears from behind a desk.
It seems that he's overheard everything and has formulated his own plan, a plan that involves firing some market stall fireworks at the river from a selection of badly CGI-ed helicopters.
Nope, can't see how that can fail.
Surprisingly tho' all this firepower only succeeds in freeing the fish from the river and allowing them to swim downstream towards the Venezuelan border and freedom.
Hmmmm....I never saw that coming.
Pissed off at being mad a fool of by some cartoon fish (tho' he's making a good enough job of it himself with that accent) Diaz orders his men to arrest Sarah and her gang and escort Fitch to the airport but this cunning plan goes to pot when giant piranhas begin hurtling out of the water and spontaneously exploding when they come into contact with buildings.
I'm sure some other stuff has been happening in the meantime but Tiffany wasn't on screen so frankly I wasn't interested.
Making the best of a bad effect, Fitch uses the mild concern of everyone around to his advantage, rescuing Sarah and some skinny bloke (her fat pal got eaten...what are the chances?) before driving away in his immaculate (and very user friendly) Hyundai Elantra.
Bizarrely the same car owned by director Forsberg.
Deciding it'd probably be for the best just to leave town as quickly and as fuss free as possible, Fitch contacts his boss to give him the news regarding the fish and to ask if he can borrow a few nuclear warheads and an aircraft carrier.
Being a nice man his boss says yes.
But only if he comes for tea at the mysterious International Super Bunker (in reality some stock footage of an oilrig) first.
Fitch tuts before figuring out where he can steal a helicopter from whilst sultry Sarah just sits in the passenger seat looking gorgeous as her firm breasts gently jiggle as they drive across the rough ground.
tho' they do have fingers.
There's not much time for relaxing in the presence of Tiffany's glorious breasts tho' as an even more annoyed than usual Diaz is in hot pursuit of our heroes, intent of giving Fitch a doing.
When they finally catch up with each other much bitch slapping ensues before Fitch manages to steal a nearby helicopter.
How lucky is that?
It's not all plain sailing (flying?) tho' as no sooner have they taken off than our hero notices that they're running low on fuel.
and the only thing that can stop them plummeting to their deaths is for our scientist pal to remove all of her clothes in order to make the helicopter lighter.
Disappointingly what actually happens is that (a fully clothed) Sarah rigs up the emergency oxygen tanks to the fuel line (using some sticky tape, bubblegum and a used tampon) enabling them to land safely at the ISB.
Whilst all this chasing and fighting nonsense has been going on tho' the mega piranhas have been very busy on their journey north, having so far eaten two battleships, a submarine, three hotels and a couple of Mexican extras.
Not bad going for something that looks like it's been cut from Fuzzy Felt by a hook handed alcoholic.
Proving impervious to everything from (cartoon) torpedoes to the odd (toilet roll) depth charge, Sarah concludes that there's only one way to defeat this fearsomely fishy foe.
She offers to slowly strip naked and cover herself from head to toe in cod liver oil in an attempt to lure them into a big net.
Fitch however reckons this plan would be too dangerous (spoilsport) and instead volunteers to lead a crack team of Navy Seal Scuba divers (armed with spray painted Super Squirter's) to engage the enemy at close quarters.
But if this fails, O'Grady has authorised the use of the nations full nuclear arsenal against the piranhas.
It means losing Florida but hey, no big loss there then.
But what of the creepy Colonel Diaz I hear you shout.
Well he's slowly making his way up river, intent on extracting his revenge on Fitch, throwing a rope to our hero halfway thru' the exciting underwater battle.
Fitch, thinking it's a naked Sarah onboard climbs up only to be confronted by an erect-nippled Diaz and his rat-like co-pilot.
Disappointed at not getting to see everyone's fave eighties popstrel naked he fires a handy flare gun into the co-pilots mouth (I think it's a subtle sexual thing) just as the big daddy piranha leaps out of the water in front of him....
Will Sarah ever remove her clothes?
Will Asylum Studio's ever make an original movie?
And how many pies did director Forsberg actually eat before filming?
Eric Forsberg, the bane of the mighty Cassidy's life (see here), is there anything you and your grubby mitted Asylum buddies wont do for money?
The writer of such 'mockbuster' (or as we call them shitflix) classics as 30,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Monster, Snakes on a Train and Night of the Dead: Leben Tod and the company behind the low rent Sherlock Holmes, Paranormal Entity, Transmorphers, Mega Shark, Mega Shark 2: Mega Shark Vs. Crocosoraus and Titanic 2 are back with another of their unique takes on one of this years big releases and indeed it's a shite as you imagined it would be.
But frankly isn't that the point?
I mean to criticise an Asylum movie for it's lack of originality and budget is a wee bit like slagging Stephen Hawking off for being rubbish at football.
Saying that tho' the effects on show are so scabby I actually had to use dermatological creams on my teevee after viewing and Tiffany kept her kit on.
That's no good is it?
On a brighter note it's ten times more enjoyable than the aforementioned Monster tho' nowhere near the level of gut wrenching genius that is the classic David Carradine starrer
Dinocroc vs. Supergator.
I've just read this back and it's just words isn't it?
For fuck sake someone give me something half decent to watch.
And preferably something that features one of my teen idols getting their kit off.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
A high body count but a distinct lack of energy this month so let's get started...
From the world of 'the wee films' and the 'tellybox' there was the renowned art director and production designer (on such classics as North By Northwest and The Birds) Robert F. Boyle, the teevee and movie actor best known for his role as Herr Engelbert von Smallhausen in Allo Allo! John Louis Mansi and The Day The Earth Stood Still star Patricia Neal.
Plus let's not forget the passing of actor and stuntman (most famous for working on Big Trouble in Little China) Kenny Endoso and George DiCenzo character actor extraordinaire and famous for roles in everything from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Back to the Future, The Ninth Configuration, The Exorcist III and the mental Manson bio-pic Helter-Skelter as well as the German film actor, artist, and musician Bruno Schleinstein.
And from the world of popular beat combos let's not forget the death of the funkadelic guitarist Catfish Collins (above) and the fantastic George David Weiss, composer of such classics as What a Wonderful World, Can't Help Falling in Love and the Cyber-anthem The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
The comic art cum comic and art community lost Spanish sauce pot scribbler Fernando Fernández most famous for his work on Vampirella and his comic adaptation of Bram Stoker's Dracula for the Spanish edition of Creepy, Japanese puppet designer and animator Kihachirō Kawamoto and Satoshi Kon, the director of the anime classic Perfect Blue.
And lastly (but by no means leastly) in the section reserved for cool outfits and Stuka's it's sad to report the death of Luftwaffe fighter ace Walter Wolfrum.
Till next month....