The TSL Horror Grindhouse: Psychomania (dir by Don Sharp)


In 1973’s Psychomania, Tom Latham (Nicky Henson) is the leader of The Living Dead, a motorcycle gang identified by their skull masks, their bad attitude, and their bizarre love of folk music. Under Tom’s leadership, the members of The Living Dead terrorize the small English town in which they live. They also spend a lot of time hanging out at the cemetery. Tom is death-obsessed. While talking to his girlfriend, Abby (Mary Larkin), Tom suggests that they should kill themselves. “Not that again, Tom,” Abby sighs.

One of the more clever aspects of Psychomania is that, for all of his attempts to be a nihilistic rebel who refuses to conform to the demands of society, Tom is actually a spoiled rich kid who is devoted to his mother (Beryl Reid) and who is still looked after by his butler, Shadwell (George Sanders). Tom’s followers may all be from the lower classes, but Tom most definitely is not. Instead, Tom is very much aware that his mother and Shadwell worship a toad god that can give its followers eternal life, but only if they kill themselves first. After Tom does kill himself, the members of The Living Dead bury him sitting on his motorcycle. He later bursts out of the ground on that same motorcycle and leads his followers on a rampage. Soon, nearly every member of The Living Dead has committed suicide and come back to life as an immortal. The only holdout is Abby.

Psychomania is an enjoyable, chaotic combination of genres. When they first appear, Tom and The Living Dead feel as if they came straight over from one of the many British films about the ’60s rivalry between the rockers and the mods. The Living Dead love their motorcycles and their leather jackets, and they’re not going to let anyone tell them what to do. They’re the type of characters who have appeared in countless biker films. It’s easy to imagine Tom looking at himself in a mirror and trying to imitate Marlon Brando as he says, “What have you got?” However, the film then adds a dash of the witchcraft films popularized by Hammer and Amicus in the late ’60s. Indeed, Tom’s fussy mother and the urbanely sinister Shadwell almost feel like parodies of the type of characters who appeared in those films. (It’s impossible not to smile when the giant toad appears.) The Living Dead then literally become the living dead and prove themselves to be just as relentless as the zombies in the films of George Romero. (That said, the self-amused bikers have more in common with the sanity-deprived characters in Romero’s The Crazies than with the shambling corpses of Night of the Living Dead.) The film ends on a note of sudden reversal, one that brings to mind countless Roger Corman films that featured villains who just didn’t know when to quit.

With all those different genres mashed together, it’s no surprise that Psychomania’s tone is all over the place. Moments of humor and parody are mixed with scenes of the resurrected Living Dead terrorizing their small town and Tom’s mother worrying, along with Shadwell, that perhaps Tom was too immature to be given immortality. Between the suicide montage, the giant toad, and the sight of Tom being buried while sitting on his motorcycle, Psychomania is relentlessly strange and all the more enjoyable for it. Director Don Sharp doesn’t let the action lag, and the film’s mix of bright color, biker imagery, and campy magic combine to make it a truly enjoyable work of pop art.

George Sanders committed suicide shortly after completing this film. He left behind a note that reportedly read, “I’m bored.” He doesn’t have a huge role in Psychomania, but his performance is one of the most memorable things about the film. He imbues Shadwell with a wonderful sense of arch disdain. He may have raised Tom, but that doesn’t mean he has to like him.

The TSL Horror Grindhouse: Amityville A.I. (dir by Matt Jaissle)


Let’s give some credit to the Amityville franchise. It simply does not stop.

 In November 1974, 23-year-old Ronald DeFeo Jr., a heroin user, murdered his entire family in their home at 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville, New York. After realizing no one was going to buy his original claim that the Mafia killed everyone but left him alive, he eventually said a demon had possessed him. Some people believed that story because some people will believe anything that involves demonic possession.

A family called the Lutzes moved into the Amityville murder house, lasted a few weeks, then fled and claimed they’d been haunted by the same demons that drove DeFeo to kill. It was a stupid story, but it fed the 1970s obsession with the apocalypse and demonic possession. That was the decade of The Exorcist and The Omen. A “non-fiction” novel was published and became a bestseller. In 1979 a movie was made and became a hit. In the years since, there have been dozens upon dozens of films with “Amityville” in the title. Some are actual Amityville films. Most are generic low-budget horror that just borrowed the name. What they all have in common is the claim that DeFeo was possessed by Satan and that the Lutzes weren’t lying about the house being haunted. If there really is an Amityville Demon, it’s probably furious by now. These films do not make it look good.

In 2024’s Amityville A.I., Stuart Birdsall (William Childress) is the latest person to move into a house in the Amityville area. (It doesn’t appear to be the original house, though a few shots suggest they share the same attic windows.) Stuart is developing an A.I. and he’s convinced he’ll get the work done in the new place. Unfortunately the house is possessed, and soon so is his program. Even worse, the demon starts possessing the other electronic devices in the neighborhood. Stuart’s neighbor owns a sex doll that is soon running around saying, “Do you want to have sex?” while flashing a knife.

Amityville A.I. mixes demonic possession with the current moral panic around artificial intelligence and data centers. To be honest, Stuart’s A.I. doesn’t seem particularly practical. Its name is VIC 3000 and it is clearly riffing on HAL 9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Setting Vic up means lugging around a lot of bulky equipment. There are several scenes of Stuart staring at diagrams on his laptop, and it’s never quite clear what any of it has to do with VIC or why anyone would pick VIC over the other A.I. options out there. Perhaps that’s why the demon starts messing with him. Hubris, not artificial intelligence, will be the downfall of .… well, it feels a bit too dramatic to say humanity. How about Amityville? Hubris will be the downfall of Amityville.

That said, I actually enjoyed Amityville A.I. It’s a low-budget movie that looks like a low-budget movie, but it commits to the bit. The sight of Stuart being chased by a psychotic, smiling sex doll belongs in the Amityville Hall of Fame. Whether it’s the demon, the A.I., or just his own twisted mind, Stuart is put through the wringer, and the film does tap the fear a lot of people have right now: that A.I. is both convenient and destined to destroy us.

If the first Amityville film’s message was that you should just leave the house, this one suggests you should consider disconnecting. Good luck with that.

Previous TSL Amityville Reviews:

  1. The Amityville Horror (1979)
  2. Amityville II: The Possession (1981)
  3. The Amityville Cure (1990)
  4. The Amityville Haunting (2011)
  5. Amityville Death House (2015)
  6. Amityville Toolbox (2016)
  7. Amityville: The Awakening (2017)
  8. The Amityville Murders (2018)
  9. Amityville Cop (2021)
  10. Amityville Emanuelle (2023)

 

6 Trailers From October 2nd


Every Horrorthon, I like to bring out an old favorite of mine.  Lisa Marie’s Favorite Grindhouse and Exploitation Film Trailers used to be a regular feature here on the Shattered Lens.  Every week, I would share some of my favorite grindhouse and exploitation film trailers.  Unfortunately, it turned out that YouTube only had a limited amount of good trailers and I soon found myself having to reuse trailers to keep the series going.  As a result, this feature went from being a weekly thing to a holiday thing.

Well, it’s the holidays!

Here are six of my favorite horror trailers!  I will definitely be watching all six of these this October!

(Be warned, some of the trailers are not safe for work and feature quite a bit of blood and violence.)

  1. I Drink Your Blood (1971)

2. Messiah of Evil (1974)

3. Dawn of the Dead (1978)

4. Shock (1977)

5. Zombi 2 (1979)

6. Inferno (1980)

What do you think, Trailer Kitties?

The TSL Horror Grindhouse: The Phantom of the Opera (dir by Dwight H. Little)


1989’s The Phantom of the Opera opens in what was then-modern day Manhattan.

Christine Day (Jill Schoelen) is a young opera singer who is searching for the perfect audition piece.  Her friend, Meg (Molly Shannon), suggests that she use an obscure opera piece called Don Juan Triumphant.  The opera was written by Erik Destler, a mysterious composer who was accused of murdering several opera singers in the 1800s.  That morbid fact only makes Christine all the more convinced that she should use the piece in her audition and you know what?  I would probably feel the same way.  If nothing else, it would certainly appeal to my subversive side.

Even after Christine imagines seeing blood seeping off the pages of the opera, she remains committed to auditioning with it.  Unfortunately, at the audition, a sandbag falls on her head.  She’s knocked unconscious and, when she wakes up, she finds herself in 1885 London.  She’s an understudy for a diva named La Carlotta (Sharon Lawrence).  Carlotta has skill and technique but her singing lacks emotion.  She hits each note perfectly but she brings no deeper meaning to her performances.  Christine may lack Carlotta’s polish but she sings with emotion.  For that reason, Carlotta is jealous of Christine.  Meanwhile, Erik Destler (Robert Englund), who lives in the sewers of London’s opera house and who wears a mask over his disfigured face, feels that Christine is the only one who can do his work justice and he’s willing to go to any length to make sure that she’s the one who performs on stage.

At the time he made The Phantom of the Opera, Robert Englund was still regularly playing Freddy Krueger.  The film’s version of Erik Destler does owe a bit to Krueger.  Erik is as ruthless as Freddy, he’s good with a quip, he’s just as willing to kill, and, needless to say, he also has a face that will haunt your nightmares.  That said, Erik is also a creative artist, which is something that Freddy never was.  If Freddy was motivated by revenge, Erik is motivated by a desire to see his work come to life the way that he’s always imagined it.  Erik murders to help Christine (regardless of whether or not Chrsitine actually wants the help) whereas Freddy killed because he enjoyed it.  Englund gives a good performance as Erik, occasionally playing the role with the type of broadness that is to expected from a B-horror film but also still offering hints of the artist that Erik once was.  Englund is well-matched with Jill Schoelen, who brings a likable energy to Christine.

Produced by Menahem Golan and Harry Alan Towers, The Phantom of the Opera is an entertaining B-movie, one that is obviously not meant to be taken too seriously.  Director Dwight H. Little keeps the action moving at a steady pace, the sets and the costumes are to die for, the kills are unapologetically bloody, and the film even manages to put an interesting twist on the whole “it was all dream!” thing.  The Phantom of the Opera is an enjoyably macabre showcase for two of the best horror performers of the 80s and 90s, Jill Schoelen and Robert Englund.

 

The TSL Grindhouse: The Black Connection (dir by Michael Finn)


Miles Carter (Bobby Stevens) is a smooth-talking Vegas drug dealer who owes the Mafia a good deal of money due to some missing cocaine.  Knowing that he’s in trouble but still confident that he can outsmart a bunch of goombahs in ill-fitting suits, Miles heads to Albuquerque so he can make another drug deal that will net him enough money to pay off the mob.  But Miles isn’t actually planning on paying back the mob.  Instead, he’s planning on taking whatever money he makes and then fleeing to Mexico.  However, the Mafia has an assortment of overweight hit men with bad haircuts and they’ve all been sent to take down Miles.

That’s the plot of 1974’s The Black Connection.  Or, at least, I think that’s the plot.  It’s not a particularly easy film to follow.  The film starts out with nearly thirty minutes of minor characters talking to each other and making phone calls.  Once Miles does finally show up, it’s difficult to really know what he’s trying to pull because 1) the dialogue is so muddled that it’s nearly impossible to make out and 2) Bobby Stevens was not a particularly good or compelling actor.  Instead, he was the lead singer for a band called The Checkmates, ltd.  His bandmates appear in minor roles and also perform the film’s rather generic score.  Bobby Stevens supposedly came up with the story for The Black Connection but it’s interesting to note that, in the opening credits, there’s no “written by” credit.  Instead, someone is credited with being a script supervisor.   That would perhaps explain why the film doesn’t really seem to be complete story as much as it’s just a bunch of random scenes that have been strung together.

The Black Connection is not a long film but I would still say that it’s probably about 60% filler.  This is one of those films where no one does anything without announcing that they’re going to do it and then debating whether or not they should actually do it before doing it.  It’s revealed that phones make Miles paranoid and yet the entire film is full of people talking and talking and talking on the phone.  I lost track of how many shots there were of people dialing a landline and then waiting for someone to answer.  There were also multiple shots of people in phone booths.  At times, the film felt as if it should have been put in a time capsule so that, decades later, people could experience what it was like to live in the days before the invention of the iPhone.

There are a few scenes that work or, at the very least, are watchable.  A scene in which a fat mobster shows off his karate skills is interesting because …. well, he’s a fat mobster.  A scene in which two other mobsters grin while firing their guns into a car is notably gruesome and made all the more disturbing by the joy that the mobsters take in their work.  Finally, the film ends on a downbeat note that would probably be more effective if not for the buckets of fake blood that were apparently splattered around right before the director shouted, “Action!”

This film was produced by the infamous Harry H. Novak.  It’s nowhere near as sleazy as some of Novak’s other films.  That’s actually kind of a shame.  Sometimes, sleaze is the only thing that can save a film this inept.

The TSL Grindhouse: The Student Nurses (dir by Stephanie Rothman)


When my mom was dying in 2008 and then when my Dad was in hospice care in 2024, I learned just how important nurses were.

While the doctors that I dealt with were often brusque and overworked, the nurses were the ones who always took the time to answer my questions.  While the doctors took an attitude of, “Death happens,” the nurses were the ones who were willing to show compassion.  They were the ones who seemed to understand the pain that both myself and my sisters were going through.  The nurses were the ones who seemed to care.  Even when it comes to something simple like getting my ADHD prescription renewed, I always feel more relaxed when I’m dealing with a nurse than dealing with a doctor.

(Don’t get me wrong.  I understand why doctors so often avoid a personal connection with their patients.  As Doctor Warshaw (Richard Stahl) puts it in 1970’s The Young Doctors, “mourning is reserved for loved ones.”  It may sound cold but it’s the truth.)

When my Dad was in home hospice, we had a nurse the came by the house every day.  She was cool and professional but still always seemed to care.  She was also a chain-smoker and there were more than a few days that I stepped outside with her.  She always had an extra cigarette for me.  Usually, I don’t smoke because I have asthma but, at that time, I was so stressed that the calming effect of smoking made the risk worth it.  Knowing that the nurse would always arrive early in the morning helped me deal with a very difficult time.  At a time when everything felt like it was spinning out of control, the nurse was someone upon whom I could depend.  After my father died, I struggled to adjust to a lot of things, including the absence of the nurse.  I discovered I missed the nurse’s professional presence.  I missed talking about my feelings while burning a cigarette down to its filter.

In short, I have a lot of respect for nurses.  They have a difficult job, one that I certainly could not do.  But I’m thankful for all that they’ve done for me, my family, and other people’s families.

With all that in mind, I watched 1970’s The Student Nurses earlier today.

The Student Nurses tells the story of four women who are studying to be nurses while working at the local hospital.  Phred (Karen Carlson) is introduced when she’s attacked by a crazed patient.  Later, she falls for a doctor named Jim (Lawrence P. Casey).  Sharon (Elaine Giftos) grows close to a terminally ill patient (Darrell Larson) and discovers the wisdom of Dr. Warshaw’s admonition about mourning.  Priscilla (Barbara Leigh), who is regularly admonished for the length of her skirt and for never wearing a bra, meets a charismatic drug dealer named Les (Richard Rust).  Les is all about dropping the acid on the beach but he’s not about sticking around when his girlfriend gets pregnant.  And finally, Lynn (Brioni Farrell) meets a Latino political activist named Victor Charlie (Reni Santoni) and discovers that some people just aren’t rich enough to go to the hospital.  When Victor shoots a cop during a raid on his headquarters, Lynn is forced to make a difficult decision.

The Young Nurses is almost legendary because of its status as a politically-themed exploitation film.  It’s a Roger Corman production so there’s a lot of nudity.  But director Stephanie Rothman used the genre to explore themes of class conflict and feminism.  All four of the nurses are portrayed as being strong and independent women who have sex because they want to and who feel no shame about their decisions.  For a 1970 film, that was a big deal.  Interestingly, considering the film’s reputation, it’s actually fairly even-handed when it comes to the differing worldviews of the nurses.  One of the nurses decides that she wants to serve in the Army Nurse Corps, even if that means going to Vietnam.  Another ends up bragging about the gun that she’s carrying in her glove compartment, just in case anyone tries to stand in the way of the revolution.  The film treats both of their decisions with respect.  The important thing, the film seems to be saying, is that all of them are in control of their own future.

It’s an exploitation film, make no doubt about it.  Today, we might talk about the film’s politics and its feminist subtext but I kind of doubt that’s what made the film a box office success in 1970.  That said, Stephen Rothman brings some imagination to even the film’s most exploitive scenes.  When Priscilla drops acid on the beach, Rothman slowly introduces more and more people to the scene, leaving us to wonder, just as Priscilla does, whether they’re real or their just a part of her trip.  All four of the lead actresses are well-cast and fans of great character actors will probably enjoy seeing Reni Santoni playing someone other than a cop or a doctor.

Finally, like so many exploitation films, The Student Nurses is a true time capsule.  The music, the clothes, the groovy slang, this is a film that proudly announces that it was made in 1970.  We may not have time machines but at least we have the movies.

I have no idea if The Student Nurses is a realistic portrayal of what it was like to be a student nurse in 1970.  That said, it’s an entertaining film and, in its grindhouse way, a tribute to the nurses who do so much.

 

The TSL Grindhouse: Grizzly (dir by William Girdler)


In 1976’s Grizzly, something is making a national park a lot less inviting.

Campers are turning up dead.  Bloody body parts are being found buried underneath leaves.  It’s obvious that a bear is to blame but reports seem to indicate that this isn’t just any bear.  This is a super bear, standing 8 feet tall and capable of knocking down an observation tower and picking up a helicopter.  This is the most dangerous bear known to man and the park has to be closed.

Closing the park during tourist season!?  Surely not!

Does this all sound familiar?  Grizzly came out a year after Jaws.  In all fairness to Grizzly, there were a lot of movies that ripped-off Jaws.  As a matter of fact, there are still movies ripping off Jaws.  The Jaws films eventually ended up ripping off themselves with three sequels.  Still, it’s hard to ignore just how blatantly Grizzly rips off Jaws.  We get shots from the bear’s point of view.  Christopher George plays the sheriff who keeps demanding that the park be closed down until the bear has been taken care of.  Andrew Prine is the hippie bear expert.  Richard Jaeckel is the crotchety old man who knows more about bears that just about anyone else in the world.  In Jaws, they needed a bigger boat.  In Grizzly, they need a bigger helicopter.  Jaws features scenes of people fleeing from the water.  Grizzly features an unintentionally funny shot of hundreds of panicked campers fleeing down the side of a mountain.

Grizzly is Jaws, without the water and without the wit.  And yet, in its own grim way, it works well enough.  The fact of the matter is that bears are scary and the bear in Grizzly is really, really big.  The gore effects are memorably grotesque and, perhaps even more so than Jaws, Grizzly goes out of its way to establish that anyone can die.  As for the actors, I’ve always enjoyed seeing Christopher George in films like this.  He was one of those actors who always seemed to try to give a convincing performance, even when he was appearing in a film that no one would mistake for a classic.  Richard Jaeckel and Andrew Prine also do their best to bring their characters to life.

Finally, I should mention that the film ends on a properly silly and over-the-top note.  Actually, it’s not that much different from the ending to Jaws.  It’s just that Jaws was made with such skill that even the silly moments worked.  Grizzly was directed by William Girdler, who was no Steven Spielberg.  At the end of Grizzly, I found myself shouted, “Why didn’t someone just do that in the first place!?”  Then again, if they had, we never would have gotten all of those point of view shots of the bear wandering through the forest while growling like an 70s obscene phone caller.

As a final note, I defy anyone to watch Grizzly without imagining Werner Herzog narrating the bear’s activities.  It cannot be done!

The TSL Grindhouse: The Survivalist (dir by Sig Shore)


1987’s The Survivalist opens with a mushroom cloud forming over a frozen landscape.

In America, a nervous-looking newscaster announces that someone has set off a nuclear bomb in Siberia.  The bomb was apparently a “suitcase bomb” and it was probably set off by a group of terrorists who figured bombing one of the most desolate and sparsely-populated places on Earth would make their point.  However, the Russians are convinced that America was behind the bomb.  Nuclear war is eminent.

People go into a panic.  Civil disorder breaks out.  Even a small town in South Texas finds itself in the grip of societal collapse.  Fortunately, independent builder Jack Tilman (Steve Railsback) has spent his life preparing for this moment.  He has hundreds of guns and explosives and he’s prepared to take his family into the desert while civilization collapses.  When a desperate neighbor comes back Jack’s house and asks for a gun, Jack gives him a shotgun and then reacts with shocks when his friend reveals that he’s never fired a gun before.  Considering that they live in South Texas, I’m surprised too.

(Seriously, how do they scare off the coyotes?)

Jack leaves his home to get some gasoline for their trip.  While he’s out, he’s harassed by the motorcycle riding Lt. Youngman (Marjoe Gortner).  Youngman is with the National Guard and, apparently, the National Guard has turned into a motorcycle gang.  Youngman is declaring martial law and setting himself up as a warlord.  With his perpetual smirk and his feathered hair, Lt. Youngman epitomizes the arrogance of authority.  Jack has no use for him.  Jack also has no use for anyone who wants to keep him from getting his money out of the bank.  Jack has access to a bulldozer, after all.

Unfortunately, while Jack is arguing with Youngman and smashing into the bank, a group of hippies are breaking into his house and killing his family.  A half-crazed Jack kidnaps two of his friends — Dr. Vincent Ryan (Cliff DeYoung) and his wife, Linda (Susan Blakely) — and he takes them into the desert with him.  When Vincent demands to know why they’ve been kidnapped, Jack says that he’s trying to protect them.  Linda gets it.  Unfortunately, Vincent doesn’t.

Last night, I was searching for some Marjoe Gortner films to review.  I came across The Survivalist on Letterboxed and I also came across some amazingly vitriolic reviews, largely from Leftists who accused the film of being a paranoid right-wing fantasy.  I read those reviews and I thought to myself, “It stars Steve Railsback and Marjoe Gortner and it annoys the commies?  I have to watch this!”  I was able to track the film down on YouTube and I proceeded to spend 90 minutes watching civilization collapse.

Is it a good film?  It depends on how you define good.  It’s a low-budget, unashamedly trashy film that was clearly meant to appeal to people with a very definite worldview, one that the filmmakers may not have shared.  (Most films are made solely to make money and any message that is selected is selected out of the hope that it will be profitable.)  The government is corrupt.  Most of the citizens have become complacent and aren’t prepared to handle any sort of crisis.  When civilization collapses, only men like Jack Tilman and Lt. Youngman will thrive because they’re willing to be ruthless.  To try to rationalize the situation, as Dr. Ryan does, is an often fatal mistake.  In short, The Survivalist is a very paranoid film.  That said, its story and its worldview really isn’t all that different from One Battle After Another.  

I enjoyed The Survivalist, precisely because it is such a shameless film.  This is the type of movie where the National Guard rides motorcycles and blow up random buildings for fun.  It’s the type of film where one gunshot can cause a car to explode.  It’s the type of film where actors like Cliff DeYoung and Susan Blakeley attempt to find some sort of deeper meaning in their awkward dialogue while Steve Railsback does his Clint Eastwood impersonation.  Best of all, it’s got Marjoe Gortner going totally over-the-top as a smug authority figure.  It’s a fun movie, a trashier version of Red Dawn.

What’s not to love?

The TSL Grindhouse: Record City (dir by Dennis Steinmetz)


1977’s Record City opens with a montage of rear-focused close-ups of women wearing short shorts and that pretty much tells you all that you really need to know about the film.  It’s crass, shameless, and very much a product of its time.

The film takes place over the course of one day at a California vinyl record shop.  It’s tempting to compare the film to something like Empire Records but, unlike Empire Records, Record City suggests that working in a record store is perhaps the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone.  The store is dirty and grimy.  The customers are rude and played by vaguely familiar comedy actors, all of whom seem to have been bitten by the overacting bug before stepping in front of the camera.  The employees all seem to hate each other.  Marty (Tim Thomerson) keeps getting slapped and kicked by Vivian (Deborah White).  Vivian keeps getting groped by almost every customer and employee who walks by her.  The only thing that Vivian hates more than men is other women.  The store’s owner (Jack Carter) is in trouble with the mob.  The store’s manager (Michael Callan) is lech who wears gold chains, keeps his shirt unbuttoned, and who expects the new cashier, Lorraine (Wendy Schaal), to sleep with him because, after all, he did hire her.  Danny (Dennis Bowen) is the shy guy with a crush on Lorraine.  Rupert (Stuart Goetz) is the nerdy virgin who goes from wearing a bowtie to dressing like a swinger but he still can’t get laid.  Both the customers and the employees are paranoid about “fairies” coming into Record City.  Pokey (Ed Begley, Jr.) wants to hold the place up and who can blame him?  Really, the only likable employee is a black man known only as The Wiz and that’s just because he’s played by Ted Lange.  (Yes, Isaac the Bartender from The Love Boat.)  Lange gets to perform a song at the end of the film.

When the film isn’t focused on the antics inside Record City, it’s all about the talent show that’s taking place in a nearby parking lot.  The talent show is hosted by radio DJ Gordon Kong (Rick Dees) and it gives the film an excuse to trot out a bunch of cameos, some of whom are more recognizable than others.  For instance, Gallagher — the comedian with the sledgehammer — shows up.  Kinky Friedman also shows up, playing himself and looking for records at Record City.  When he spots a woman with a blonde bowl cut and glasses, he accuses her of being John Denver and then grabs her breasts.  And to think — less  than 30 years later, Kinky Friedman would run for governor of my homestate.

Anyway, this is a terrible and rather boring movie but I did find it interesting for one reason.  It’s the reason why I find so many grindhouse films to be interesting.  Shot on location and for no other reason than to make money, Record City is a true product of its time.  There’s no attempt to try to make the 70s look nicer than they were.  There’s no attempt to try to make the record store look like anything more than a tacky establishment.  There’s an honesty to how low-rent the whole thing is.  Watching the movie is like stepping into a time machine and getting a chance to experience the past firsthand.  I was born long after the 70s but, after watching this film, I now feel like I’ve been there.

6 Roger Corman Trailers For Halloween


Happy Halloween!  Today, in order to celebrate, we have a special Roger Corman-themed edition of Lisa Marie’s Favorite Grindhouse and Exploitation film trailers!  Here are 6 Roger Corman trailers for Halloween!

1. The Day The World Ended (1955)

2. Bucket of Blood (1959)

3. Little Shop of Horrors (1960)

4. The Terror (1963)

5. The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

6. Frankenstein Unbound (1990)