While I and Lisa Marie do review and focus on mainstream films and other forms of entertainment, we do enjoy writing about and discussing all things grindhouse and exploitation in this humble little blog. We could talk for hours about the subject if left to our own devices. Hell, I think I may have started up conversations about the subject with myself (yeah, a tad kooky but hey when bored).
One thing that fascinates me about the grindhouse and exploitation era of cinema wasn’t just the films being made in the hundreds, but the cinema posters created to help sell the films to the public. These posters were works of art themselves. Most were painted in garish primary colors with an abundance of skin exposed and/or violence being performed to better attract the passer-by to the many “grindhouse” cinemas, theaters and drive-ins which dotted the American landscape from seedy downtown corridors of the major cities to the rural town thoroughfares and fairgrounds. It was difficult to avoid seeing these pieces of artwork.
The interesting thing about these grindhouse and exploitation film posters was how successful they were in bringing in butts into the cigarette-smoke saturated theaters and the even more sticky floors (don’t even ask what made them sticky for it could drive one mad). The posters were so in your face that even the most puritan teenager and young adult had to succumb at least once (only took one time to get people hooked to wanting more) and purchase a ticket or two (if a date was present) and a bucket of three-day old popcorn and watered-down sodas.
For those looking to re-live those glory days of enjoying these posters would be paying quite a pretty penny to find original one-sheets. They’ve become collector items and would be priced according to their rarity. If one doesn’t have thousands to spend searching for their favorite vintage grindhouse posters then look no further than an on-line site which caters to the aficionados of such artwork.
Haute Campe has a nice collection of these rare and vintage grindhouse and exploitation poster one-sheets. One thing about these posters is that they are original and authentic. No reprints, fakes or reproductions of original pieces. The lovely Sioux Sinner is the curator of Haute Campe and she’s just not a purveyor of these pieces of film history artwork, but a fan of grindhouse and exploitation cinema herself. So, when one inquires about one of the pieces on the site they will get truthful answers born out of extreme knowledge of the subject matter and also a love of it.
The site also will take the show on the road as evidence of Haute Campe’s presence in the many comic book conventions throughout the country from Wonder-Con in San Francisco to Comic-Con International in San Diego.
So, for those who consider themselves connoisseurs of the grindhouse and exploitation cinema experience I highly recommend they check out Haute Campe.
Official Site: Haute Campe
Yay and thank you for posting this! I love the old school grindhouse and exploitation posters. For many of these films, the advertising — the poster and the trailer and the publicity stunts — were as much a part of the movie as what was actually seen on screen. 🙂
At my dream home, the walls are covered with Grindhouse movie posters and Giovanni Lombardo Radice is pulling up in the driveway…
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I think when they show up for Wonder-Con next year I’ll see about buying one the posters they got. I like the Man with the X-Ray Eyes one.
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Oh my God, I’ve seen that movie and ever since, I’ve had this real fear of accidentally ripping out my eyes. Doesn’t help that I think I saw the version of the movie where, after Ray Milland rips out his eyes, he goes, “I can still see!”
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Yeah, that was a cool scene. 🙂
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Agck! Its weird — I love watching all the flesh getting ripped open in Fulci’s films but I can’t handle an eyeless Ray Milland. Which is really weird when you consider just how many eyes were graphically destroyed in those Fulci films.
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I was actually wondering how you were able to sit through all the Fulci films when he finally gets to satisfying his eye fetish. 🙂
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lol. I know, its weird. I’m like so totally squeamish in real life but Fulci’s one my favorite directors.
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