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...
Turkey's interpretation of its three famous titular characters is a fucking delight, especially Captain America who is just a regular guy in a silly outfit who punches the crap out of goons.
Molesting people on trains. It seems like it would be an absurdly specific fetish yet it spawned an entire sub-genre of pink films. We live in a strange and hilarious world.
Dream a Little Dream 2 is an endurance test to say the least. Watching the Two Coreys flounder and flop about the set is torture, but no scene is more distressing than this...
There aren't really any cannibals in Cannibal Holocaust II. It's been a few days since I've seen it so it's starting to feel like a fever dream, but I distinctly remember no on screen cannibalism.
American Hunter was apparently a key influence for Benjamin Marra's incredible Terror Assaulter (O.M.W.O.T.). The Arizal influence can definitely be seen in the ridiculous dialogue ("Let's just say, [insert something stupid here]"), the relentless explosions, and, of course, the absurd fight scenes.