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...
Outside of Hong Kong cinema, it's pretty rare to see gratuitous kid death in a movie. Brian Yuzna breaks that rule very early on in Beneath Still Waters by tearing a child's face open. Yikes.
Yes, Pretty Woman is a big piece of crap, but it's also, in many ways, a perfect CAT III outing. This is not CAT III's finest, but it could well be the most CAT III CAT III movie ever made.
I thought there was no such thing as an 80s teen sex comedy I couldn't enjoy. Even at [what I thought was] their worst, their energy, gratuity and downright stupidity kept me entertained. This was yesterday. Before I watched Party Camp. Fuck.
I've definitely watched Orloff and the Invisible Man — or whatever other title you know it under — but I have zero memory of it. I think I might have liked it. Either way, I love this purple-drenched French poster for it!
This scene from Trancers II has it all: Tim Thomerson, gunfire, squibs, slow motion stupidity, disintegrating zombie idiots, a cutaway to terrified old ladies, and an awkward one-liner.
Pillow Talk is an impressive achievement and staggering proof that thoughtful cinema — on both a visual and thematic scale — can be made with next to no money and a tight schedule.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that 'Scary Glove Films' are among my favourite genre. Rather than obfuscate the impact of a scary glove behind stylish titles, Ross Hagen's The Glove celebrates its obsession with scary gloves.
Initiation features some unbelievable effects work from Screaming Mad George. The best example of the Japanese effects master's work in this film can be seen in an absolutely repulsive ritual sequence that concludes with a very Cronenberg-esque chunder.
Jaani Dushman features a crazy big cast of Bollywood stars, the music is mostly great, the locations are lavish, and the horror is completely wild. And there's a man wearing a silly monster suit and fangs strangling ladies to death. What more could you want?
I imagine most of my fellow Fulci fanatics would agree Manhattan Baby is not a high point in the great goremaster's career. This lacklustre shitter has, however, inspired a lot of great poster art.