If you've been following our Facebook or if you've read our last couple of posts, you'll know that Mondo Exploito is closing its doors. This is, in fact, the last ever post.
This is about a kung fu space cat fighting an interstellar blob and it was directed by the dude who did Riki-Oh; how do you THINK this is gonna go down?
When I was asked to do Mondo Exploito's final ever poster of the week, I felt strangely intimidated by the task. I've been lucky enough to contribute to Mondo Exploito since the beginning and it sure is sad to see it end.
Goon bags. Baked beans. Eggs. Swearing. It's perfect. And though it's absurd, it's somehow incredibly accurate and reminds me of the Christmases of my childhood. Yikes.
Kyouryu Sentai Zyuranger is varied in its villains and monsters. They can be terrifying as fuck. They can be destructive forces of nature. Or they can be children-napping, accordion playing dorks.
Massage Parlor Murders! is fucking great. It delivers on sleaze and stupidity. The death scenes are filthy and crass. The nudity is rampant and gratuitous. The performances are big and stupid.
It’s always interesting to see the debut film of a master filmmaker. It could be a brilliant slice of cinema that shows us genius from the beginning — like, say, John Cassavetes’s Shadows. Or, like Takashi Miike’s Red Hunter: Prelude to Kill, it could be a total pile of shit...
Unceremonious death aside, the Alien Godola — in character and design — are pretty great. They spend most of the episode cackling madly and taunting every human they come across.
The dexterity it must require to perform such a lofty high kick while wearing roller skates is something I aspire to. This poster serves as motivation toward such a future goal.
How is it that a movie called Karate Bear Fighter — with Sonny Chiba in the lead, no less — managed to slip me by for my entire thirty years of life on this planet?
An actor's career is a roller-coaster ride. At one point in your career, you could be a featured player in one of the greatest television shows of all time. At another point, you might be getting eaten by a possessed sound system in an 80s heavy metal horror movie.
I love that pink cinema can be a place where careers begin rather than end. More specifically, I love that pink cinema can be a place where Yasujirô Ozu is lovingly paid tribute.
Browsing for posters suitable for 'poster of the week' status, there needs to be a certain quality that, for whatever reason, allows it to emerge from the mire. Sometimes that quality can be good and other times it can be bad. This falls into both categories.