Ed Wood shoots each sex scene with bumbling stupidity, creating some of the most awkward, unerotic fucking to be put to celluloid. Most of it is set to a stolen Santana soundtrack. It's not fun.
Give me this over a season of Mob Wives any day. The pink, black and white colour scheme in this poster is managed beautifully. If Saul Bass got amourous prior to designing, I imagine the end result would look something like this.
Next of Kin (1981) is the most underrated Aussie thriller ever. Taking its inspiration from the giallo genre and Kubrick's The Shining, director Tony Williams creates a thickly foreboding atmosphere with beautifully crafted cinematography and an enormously creepy location.
I've learned to expect certain things from Arizal: indecipherable plotting, terrible acting, hilarious scripting, ridiculous hair, sweat, comedy villains, funky music, explosions and insane stunts. And while Special Silencers delivers on all counts, it ups the ante by adding something new to the repertoire — Gore.
You know from the moment Jiger dredges her fucked up body from the earth that she is going to be a creep. In Gamera vs. Jiger, Jiger does something to Gamera that is the worst thing I've ever seen a giant monster do to another giant monster.
I have quite a few posters sitting under my bed. Most will hopefully be up on my wall when I can afford to frame them. Some will stay there. Like this Japanese poster for The Evil Dead.
This is my favourite scene of shit blowing up in Action U.S.A.. The house of some superfluous hicks gets in the way of a car chase, and, for some reason, IT BLOWS UP!
It was like aliens with no understanding of human beings had recreated a school counsellor's transcripts of male teenage fantasies through film and using the 80s as an aesthetic reference. Loose Screws is a fucking nightmare. It is amazing.
Another great vintage porn poster from the Westwood Films stable. I know I post a lot of these, but I just love them so much.
Billy Tang's Dragon Fight — a decent Jet Li actioner — features an entire room of confused foreign actors. The dubbed English dialogue constantly mumbles and bumbles over the scene. Someone even yells "SHUT UP!" in the middle of the scene.
Despite the graphic fucking, I sometimes had to remind myself I was watching a hardcore porn film. Other times I had to remind myself I was watching a film. Cabaret Sin and its sequel's refusal to adhere to comprehensible storytelling creates an intoxicating, almost ethereal effect.