tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41947145914387911172024-03-19T01:57:24.703-07:00FEAR OF DARKNESSAmazing Cinema TodayTim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-84040161469065928432015-01-05T04:48:00.002-08:002015-01-05T04:48:46.940-08:00The Spy Who Came In From The ColdMy article on the great Richard Burton spy movie can be read <a href="http://www.spysafehouse.com/spy-movies/richard-burton-noir-spy-came-cold-film.php" target="_blank">here</a>.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-57314794213006702542015-01-01T11:07:00.001-08:002015-01-01T11:07:34.416-08:00The 10 Best Spy Movies You Don’t Know About<h1 style="color: #0d0101; font-family: 'Noto Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 30px; line-height: 1.2;">
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Over at my latest Blog, <a href="http://www.spysafehouse.com/" target="_blank">Spy Safe House</a>, I have an <a href="http://www.spysafehouse.com/pulp/10-best-spy-movies-dont-know.php" target="_blank">article</a> on some of the Bond rivals which emerged from Europe in the 60's.</div>
Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-20835387540988311222013-12-08T16:07:00.001-08:002013-12-08T16:07:14.342-08:00"Oldboy" (2013)I relate my problems trying to see the latest Spike Lee movie here:<br />
http://cinemaofhorror.com/oldboy/Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-37390747820804800342010-11-17T17:56:00.000-08:002010-11-17T17:59:12.114-08:00Haunted Cinema<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">"Nothing could be more mysterious or forbidding to the uninitiated than an old movie palace laid waste by years or even decades of neglect at the hands of absentee landlords and mercenary owners determined to suck every last dime out of a joint and then torch it for the insurance money. And once a theatre slipped into the twilight of exhibiting XXX hardcore porn, it rarely slipped out again. In most cases nothing was ever upgraded, and even the most basic repairs were a rarity. Broken chairs were left where they collapsed, burned-out light bulbs were never replaced, and even the life-blood of the enterprise, the movie projectors, turned into rat's nests of filth, while up in the restrooms a witches' brew of slime bubbled away in plugged-up toilets. This attitude of radical laissez faire imbued these environments with a certain frozen-in-time ambiance as the architectural remnants of Depression-era grandeur slowly sank into appalling decay and unimaginable things took place in the darkness."<br /><br />-From Jack Stevenson's brilliant article on the decline of movie theaters:<br /></span></span><a href="http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/70/70stevenson.php">http://www.brightlightsfilm.com/70/70stevenson.php</a>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-41558216438941995762010-06-08T11:17:00.000-07:002010-06-17T03:54:44.088-07:00Bloodbath in the House of Knives (2009)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxXLb1ed9rn1lSkKeKdtUxPzxU4-Vk76M0TwOGzBB7gVI-UDJeHbAV6G7TuEGTXIlPqefEdBOprs2sYRDrdnSSHYL43eCq0Zq5emVS5Tam1K1a8lGvzABEjcIYqRXFEmg5-Keaho1IUs/s1600/vlcsnap-290014.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7j99HKjQWo_88cMgHoH0p8MEzmUxMzhJwwKb13px7pcQLktK6-BgJ3I9has3kfsldRcaojEM3kwFj-XluroGtp3bBhX0kkhdg4FksNPG3EADwYmx88gKQYxxz2U0UCk-pSJ-R8rs0qg/s320/vlcsnap-289195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480469036573558338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrhsheXFOCnQfzoHkVKxUoYgl2lWZpoHgp54jPI2YXTEHQrD6pLgqMKRskMkx83Wz9mhq9VY9T_HrrVUyNrKfY8HEQDftyyVEL_tm5A756-bvcxh6MOIcnyuo9hNVEV4ypfMoYkqFqmg/s1600/vlcsnap-289016.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrhsheXFOCnQfzoHkVKxUoYgl2lWZpoHgp54jPI2YXTEHQrD6pLgqMKRskMkx83Wz9mhq9VY9T_HrrVUyNrKfY8HEQDftyyVEL_tm5A756-bvcxh6MOIcnyuo9hNVEV4ypfMoYkqFqmg/s320/vlcsnap-289016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480468919748806194" border="0" /></a>Regional horror films are the sort of thing every film gnostic lives for. Well do I remember the days of noting strange titles on drive-in marquees and wondering about their origin. Everyone of us used to know at least somebody who caught <span style="font-style: italic;">The Night Daniel Died</span> on a one-week run or discovered the original <span style="font-style: italic;">Night of the Living Dead</span> at the bottom third of week-end bill. And once in a great while we too might have found something special at 2:30AM on a local TV station. Because having access to this sort of experience is what made you cool among other film geeks.<br />So I was delighted that Mr. Ted Moehring would elect to send me a DVD-R (in an illustrated clam shell, no less!) of his <span style="font-style: italic;">gallo</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bloodbath in the House of Knives</span>. Made in the isolated town of Boyertown, PA ( and surrounding environs), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bloodbath</span> is a neat little film that shows how people with limited means can still create something to hold the attention. Using a cast of unknowns, it manages to capture the spirit of <span style="font-style: italic;">Bird with the Crystal Plumage</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Suspiria</span>.<br />The plot is complex: a nightclub hypnotist puts a man in a trance. Suddenly, the trancee goes on a rampage, killing a member of the audience before he is felled by a bullet from an unknown shooter. Meanwhile a sinister figure in black and wearing a theater mask is randomly killing people in the town where the movie takes place. And a woman named Ivy keeps getting threatening phone messages from a stalker. Are the killings related? And when is the intrepid police detective going to put it all together?<br />And there are a number of effect-laden murders, none accomplished with CGI or growth hormones. At least one is quite scary.<br />Lloyd Kaufman does an excellent job of playing himself. As a matter of fact, I can't think of anyone else who could do such a good job playing Lloyd Kaufman. The only problem is Lloyd Kaufman is supposed to be playing a sleazy lawyer in this movie.<br />A few other complaints would be the lack of exterior shots. Some local color might have been nice. At least I was able to see the town across from where I live for a few minutes in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Lovely Bones</span>. But I don't recall any news of Mr. Moehring shutting down Boyertown traffic to film <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bloodbath</span>.<br />Good use of lighting, color, and a surprise ending. I hope we'll be seeing more of Ted Moehring.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-15416258668956240742009-11-18T10:04:00.000-08:002009-11-18T10:05:20.556-08:00Further Proof in the Existence of GodLadies and gentlemen, we give you the Al Adamson tribute YouTube channel:<br /><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/user/iipAlAdamsonManiaTim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-62080951427041457712009-11-01T16:37:00.000-08:002009-11-01T16:47:59.042-08:00Obscene (2009)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE-hyjMBx_EGNF_LTGFA0iHhfA8SSh63ub_nyYoopguRONynSaBwttHVN_gAJUTAGTnce_olDnOtS9Z8yvAWEWUdqCV5PLhluNKP8pkK1rF2uXIbMYOK_HZ0lrgmpfh6t1vzj1SyOPYw/s1600-h/barney-rosset-publishing-BK01-vl-vertical.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE-hyjMBx_EGNF_LTGFA0iHhfA8SSh63ub_nyYoopguRONynSaBwttHVN_gAJUTAGTnce_olDnOtS9Z8yvAWEWUdqCV5PLhluNKP8pkK1rF2uXIbMYOK_HZ0lrgmpfh6t1vzj1SyOPYw/s320/barney-rosset-publishing-BK01-vl-vertical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301600670722786" border="0" /></a><br />Fascinating film about maverick publisher <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Rosset">Barney Rosset</a>. The complex doccumentary details his rise as a poor little rich kid with too much time and money on this hands to the free speech icon he is today. Along the way we see him found The Evergreen Review, turn Grove Press into a cutting edge book company and distribute amazing films. Countless interviews fill in the details. My only complain is the soundtrack draws too much attention to itself. You also get to see the aging Rosset interviewed by Al Goldstein right before the latter was about to have some major legal problems of his own. Not to be missed.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-45888878957295630602009-10-25T06:22:00.001-07:002009-10-25T06:22:30.171-07:00Living Dolls (1980)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/hJfiBLy79XI' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hJfiBLy79XI'/></object></p><p>Here's a creepy little film which used to be in rotation on the USA Network's "Saturday Nightmares" show. It's about a janitor at a dress store who finds himself trapped in the attic with the mannequins. I worked as a shipping clerk at a similar store some years ago, so it brings back some seriously bad memories.</p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-57366127168021197272009-10-24T12:17:00.000-07:002009-10-24T12:23:14.296-07:00The Deadliest Man Alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibn4AcGKsiIsPKjNj1wODzNVSu2tG3iK-EgG8F5qrIdGDGdPHfBRjfYTrqAPyIIuojP4ySpcc6lLZfofbraxiIDAyaiHA3vinvjzQ_E_LDi9zICHrouse5szOqCTI-JS4UXXx1t5qk5A4/s1600-h/countdante.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibn4AcGKsiIsPKjNj1wODzNVSu2tG3iK-EgG8F5qrIdGDGdPHfBRjfYTrqAPyIIuojP4ySpcc6lLZfofbraxiIDAyaiHA3vinvjzQ_E_LDi9zICHrouse5szOqCTI-JS4UXXx1t5qk5A4/s320/countdante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396248785996816946" border="0" /></a><a href="http://johnkeehan.blogspot.com/"><br />Floyd Web</a> has been trying to put togather an amazing documentary video for several years about "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Count_Dante">Count Dante</a>", a martial arts master from Chicago who passed away in the 1970's. You can see the trailer for it by going <a href="http://vimeo.com/882486">here</a>. This will be one fascinating movie should it ever be made.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-22576713778034481422009-10-23T18:16:00.000-07:002009-10-23T18:47:36.046-07:00Quo Vadis?OK, it's been a month since I posted on here and a little explanation is in order. What it comes down to is other demands on my time. I don't have a huge back-log of unused articles I can dump on <span style="font-style: italic;">FOD</span> . When I write one of my capsule reviews the film is fresh in my mind. So I try to stay on top of things.<br />But what it really comes down to is that there isn't much to write about. Once you've seen <span style="font-style: italic;">The Mysterious Island of Beautiful Women</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">The</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Stone Tapes</span> in one month, it's hard to equal the experience. And, if you haven't already noticed, I don't like to write negative reviews. Enough fanboys out there doing that already. It's easy to sneer at all the crap. Not so easy to hunt down such exotic plants as <span style="font-style: italic;">Terror In The Jungle</span>.<br />I could start reviewing newer films, but I don't care for much made after 1980. As far as I'm concerned, 1980 was the last good year. Afterwards came VHS, thousand channel cable and the last few Drive-Ins closing. It was never the same. I know there are good genre movies out there, I just lack the time to watch enough garbage to find the good stuff. And after reading the synopsis for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Collector</span>, I am less likely to do it.<br />There's also the matter about what I can say. I've started watching the <span style="font-style: italic;">Sartana</span> Euro-westerns, but what new insight can I add? Shall I adopt a Poststurcturalist Autodidatic Premodernist approach? Perhaps delve into the inner symboliam of the gun? Right. Leave such nonsense for people with too much time on their hands.<br />I'm not sure what to do. But I'll come up with somethingTim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-34284108351061497142009-09-23T15:20:00.000-07:002009-09-23T15:29:54.935-07:00Daddy's Gone A Hunting (1969)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tG5hBe3MmDDdAuBxUIIG-KaPFQVSvvze8S4bljeDezTJNH6HOjkwAakZ1mdUI1xm6YQu2EkjVWBDiD0wXegXoqeqgH_LvVOEVZy_0cTbL5uVYOi8mZ3TQH8dt-knD8hYq-7qB7jZtmE/s1600-h/daddys_gone_a_hunting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tG5hBe3MmDDdAuBxUIIG-KaPFQVSvvze8S4bljeDezTJNH6HOjkwAakZ1mdUI1xm6YQu2EkjVWBDiD0wXegXoqeqgH_LvVOEVZy_0cTbL5uVYOi8mZ3TQH8dt-knD8hYq-7qB7jZtmE/s320/daddys_gone_a_hunting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384791555977030914" border="0" /></a><br />There are movies I waited to see for a long time just because of the way the ad affected me as a kid. <span style="font-style: italic;">Faster Pussycat</span> was one, this movie was another.<br />Set your time machine back to 1969. I'm sitting in my dad's car listening to the AM radio. On comes this creepy commercial for a movie featuring a man reciting a nursery rhyme. Cut to a woman's scream. I knew at that moment I would someday have to see this flick.<br />Too bad the movie itself doesn't deliver on the promise of the radio ad. It's basically a thriller from the (to steal a concept from Bill Landis) "endangered child" subgenre. Woman dumps psycho boyfriend when she finds out she's preggers. Woman has the pregnancy aborted. Boyfriend comes after her years later when she has a baby she did want to keep. But she's now married to a powerful lawyer with political ambitions, so she can't tell her new hubby the whole truth.<br />I will say the final half-hour, involving a hunt for the psycho ex-boyfriend, was pretty gripping. But the actor who played him just couldn't pull-off the cloud of fear necessary for the roleTim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-18479919191410409142009-09-15T11:02:00.001-07:002009-09-15T11:02:49.355-07:00Jack Smith and the Destruction of Atlantis (2008)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/WjyKUzCl4q4' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WjyKUzCl4q4'/></object></p><p>Excellent film about 60's experimental visionary Jack Smith. Smith, who achieved notoriety with FLAMING CREATURES, never went on to the big art film leagues and died in 1989, forgotten by all but a a few dedicated fans. He never finished another film after CREATURES, perfering to live the life of a pure artist.<br />The film portrays his life and work via interviews with the various friends and family who knew him. You even get a few interviews with Smith himself, who comes across as a tortured artiste. The narrative tries to be as objective as possible, but it does suggest that several critics made their fame off Smith's work.<br />A good look into a different era when filmmakers actually had to worry about getting busted on obscenity charges.</p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-12758889018878670912009-09-11T20:21:00.000-07:002009-09-11T20:33:56.702-07:00The Mysterious Island of Beautiful Women (1979)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3g8a4y8oYbO07A_XzBGOIT3FroloQDnOL-I6QiED7HMwKzJW71QPReSrIdOVN6bobSW9wpaSSR_E1eNcZppuT0taKvXSH_sukovhAkTjhTAAzFNHl8NoHmDW68ZnOK86bQJbtyP2QrKk/s1600-h/vlcsnap-300186.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3g8a4y8oYbO07A_XzBGOIT3FroloQDnOL-I6QiED7HMwKzJW71QPReSrIdOVN6bobSW9wpaSSR_E1eNcZppuT0taKvXSH_sukovhAkTjhTAAzFNHl8NoHmDW68ZnOK86bQJbtyP2QrKk/s320/vlcsnap-300186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418765298362386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOmYh10ipKiMtELKhMEjjLb4puJRzWO-f13TXS-wuYrrmOxwBQWMmJXjsL6CEIMq1VAEGdbj2Gz2d-kzd_q1tFl7DxyN53UDcW1b2O2ASWY-4yv_qzmFEEBGCSaHeQdyZGve0AtoujhY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-301006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOmYh10ipKiMtELKhMEjjLb4puJRzWO-f13TXS-wuYrrmOxwBQWMmJXjsL6CEIMq1VAEGdbj2Gz2d-kzd_q1tFl7DxyN53UDcW1b2O2ASWY-4yv_qzmFEEBGCSaHeQdyZGve0AtoujhY/s320/vlcsnap-301006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418668504040434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJyXOpfaTMxvyD0YCKp_4ia_pLt9ntPIjoJrwR8VQ6JBm0QZNXfyp1Agw6h2xknRrn-38dOfSzvvsyQmzzkIAd58cYl2CCm-3YMmXnaDtI2uTXimOVtmSQW9Zd2tkK_jfHczAM1p9xzfY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-301696.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJyXOpfaTMxvyD0YCKp_4ia_pLt9ntPIjoJrwR8VQ6JBm0QZNXfyp1Agw6h2xknRrn-38dOfSzvvsyQmzzkIAd58cYl2CCm-3YMmXnaDtI2uTXimOVtmSQW9Zd2tkK_jfHczAM1p9xzfY/s320/vlcsnap-301696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418598139582322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYSjMIi1fKemwUlfu-iHmJ4ibs7cCWWz6ma7aXvsTwzknWBqKYrvAvoG7CrGRHlrr9gYZ11mz_vfKtgby7skGX0hcnNIfhFZo_V4yELAQO26qPOzPQxWyWbcX0ss_G3DyowvytL7govA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-299825.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYSjMIi1fKemwUlfu-iHmJ4ibs7cCWWz6ma7aXvsTwzknWBqKYrvAvoG7CrGRHlrr9gYZ11mz_vfKtgby7skGX0hcnNIfhFZo_V4yELAQO26qPOzPQxWyWbcX0ss_G3DyowvytL7govA/s320/vlcsnap-299825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418524264304162" border="0" /></a><br />This is a MTV from the final phase of the "movie of the week" phenomena which made 70's TV such fun. I don't know how to describe it other than make comparisons to <span style="font-style: italic;">Lord of the Flies</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Charlie's Angels</span>. And it has both big Clint Walker and Jayne Kennedy (who looks mighty fine in a loin cloth).<br />A plane carrying catholic school girls out of war-torn Indochina in 1955 crashes on an isolated Pacific island. Years later a sea plane makes an emergency landing on the same island. The sea plane is conveying oil roughnecks back to the US (all male). The roughnecks encounter the adult versions of the school girls, who have grown into a jungle tribe of shapely young women. Meanwhile there's a rival tribe of men who've been raiding the female tribe.<br />Gilligan never had it so good.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-91557144521406035872009-09-10T13:40:00.001-07:002009-09-10T13:40:57.932-07:00Adventureland (2009)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/BPBhBINkwi0' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BPBhBINkwi0'/></object></p><p>Because every now and then I do watch Hollywood movies.<br />Hilarious film about working a summer carny job by writer Greg Motta. From what I understand, he was discussing the worst jobs they ever had with some other tinsletown types and his was an amusement park on Long Island in 1985. <br />I'd love to know what his fellow glitter palace courtiers did.<br />The movie follows a preppie who's alcoholic dad is about to lose his job. Junior has just graduated college with a useless degree in comparative literature and renaissance studies. He'd planned on backpacking Europe. Because he wants to go to journalism graduate school at Columbia ("I want to write travel books like Charles Dickens"), he's forced to take a summer job at a tacky amusement park. Along the way he learns a lot about real life.</p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-71939091612673317052009-09-09T12:44:00.001-07:002009-09-09T12:50:29.099-07:00Equinox (1992)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhQSWt2tLi_Tko3j53cD1F6pZdumrFmblsWEz4T_TkjwZGn-e1o01JHhAv-jn4hxU9uguWogZFXmpQMsNpoEKANUsQwMP4t7YwS26O__mhUP1SgFl3OjQly1okYMnrucJGC53-Sic0Kw/s1600-h/vlcsnap6434878.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhQSWt2tLi_Tko3j53cD1F6pZdumrFmblsWEz4T_TkjwZGn-e1o01JHhAv-jn4hxU9uguWogZFXmpQMsNpoEKANUsQwMP4t7YwS26O__mhUP1SgFl3OjQly1okYMnrucJGC53-Sic0Kw/s320/vlcsnap6434878.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379556073737051282" border="0" /></a>Stylish thriller by Alan Rudolph about twins separated at birth. One becomes a cunning hit man, the other a quiet nobody. Essentially this is a <span style="font-style: italic;">noir</span> version of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Prince and The Pauper</span>, but given the Rudolph treatment with his love for multiple characters. Every scene is memorable and this movie seems to exist in the same universe where <span style="font-style: italic;">Trouble In Mind</span> takes place. Rudolph is an underappeciated director and it's a shame he hasn't produced more films of this caliber.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-90216738581178533942009-09-06T06:39:00.000-07:002009-09-06T06:54:21.561-07:00The New Women (2001)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8_YpThugr8EJScr-SA1IzsoBnFcC1Cmj2w_dPuRe_or1Qd1zVaQZuHNyMkqYYPMoaVDs9-ThEA6jMN0cEOcIh8K27pSn-qhsmTYgkuoaViJmnZKxM89XYBmlwSYRCbv-yWj3FQLk7XI/s1600-h/nwwomwn.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8_YpThugr8EJScr-SA1IzsoBnFcC1Cmj2w_dPuRe_or1Qd1zVaQZuHNyMkqYYPMoaVDs9-ThEA6jMN0cEOcIh8K27pSn-qhsmTYgkuoaViJmnZKxM89XYBmlwSYRCbv-yWj3FQLk7XI/s320/nwwomwn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351024160347394" border="0" /></a>Hilarious black-and-white satire of feminist apocolypse literature as a group of neglected housewives find themselves the only survivors of a global catastrophe. After a major electrical storm, all the men remain in a coma, forcing the women of their town to fend for themselves. In the first meeting, they kick out the woman who's been sleeping with all their husbands. When food runs low, a group of them headed by Mary Woronov take off in a camper loaded down with supplies. They've received a radio signal from a surviving colony of women. Of course, the trip to redoubt more fun than the destination.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-90948659593515243772009-09-03T12:56:00.001-07:002009-09-03T12:59:05.881-07:00ROBERT TILTON AND THE GOSPEL OF GREED<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/xjwU4rU7v48" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/xjwU4rU7v48" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p>If you watched any late-night TV in the early 90's, you may have encountered this whacked-out preacher. A real "put your hands on the radio" type, he was famed for suddenly speaking in tongues when he wasn't begging for money. And it all came down in a baptism of fire when it was discovered the good pastor was dumping all the prayer request letters in the trash.<br />This documentary was produced by The Trinity Foundation, a small church group that brought the TV preacher's practices to light. It's mostly excepts from the TV specials about Tilton's sleazy practices.<br />But no documentary can come close to the crazy mailers this Elmer Gantry used to send out for a little $$$. Prayer mattes, holy bread, this man had a system! I don't know who did his marketing material, but they were a genius.<br />A good movie to watch on a Sunday morning.</p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-31316903332631825262009-09-02T14:26:00.000-07:002009-09-02T14:58:22.031-07:00Kampus Kapers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUA_VDgVcLRYeQsDztmFP2VFubiBwk0gQhGoy7ag3zZGrxHqL0IIZBN38wmIltcsvpqr2eQ1xY7Ef1mLJW1JlkjkSe3DaB1KBuYt-judYwNZ1SmkXYer_rGhVNoVV1l57DUR6AA12CiY/s1600-h/3attic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUA_VDgVcLRYeQsDztmFP2VFubiBwk0gQhGoy7ag3zZGrxHqL0IIZBN38wmIltcsvpqr2eQ1xY7Ef1mLJW1JlkjkSe3DaB1KBuYt-judYwNZ1SmkXYer_rGhVNoVV1l57DUR6AA12CiY/s320/3attic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376986390919068338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizXnouBeuH2r4s5Fu6hCsce6aeQgVqN5zUYFRT-kMcWMqxxkJy7XV2ESC9NkHgUlWZJd1MVdeb8cErDOBo3sH_5ZKpo33mopohyphenhyphen8xq2WMaZLygFNFb-6tLJwDX2ufxVxl5lCdXYiCmQo/s1600-h/BeenFilm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizXnouBeuH2r4s5Fu6hCsce6aeQgVqN5zUYFRT-kMcWMqxxkJy7XV2ESC9NkHgUlWZJd1MVdeb8cErDOBo3sH_5ZKpo33mopohyphenhyphen8xq2WMaZLygFNFb-6tLJwDX2ufxVxl5lCdXYiCmQo/s320/BeenFilm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376986301562243490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66WL4XrQ1dGrfx5vD0CCTYuvY6CoLTaQUqGgsYzZEWxRihyoQY1RAhwiZ2QBDogPbS2KHrQYjmRTd2GCj52LhI-GizLLBHYG87aVXNFRlGUqweVy-2XpnbCWnsNoOCHIk8WUco5fSrzM/s1600-h/up_in_the_cellar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66WL4XrQ1dGrfx5vD0CCTYuvY6CoLTaQUqGgsYzZEWxRihyoQY1RAhwiZ2QBDogPbS2KHrQYjmRTd2GCj52LhI-GizLLBHYG87aVXNFRlGUqweVy-2XpnbCWnsNoOCHIk8WUco5fSrzM/s320/up_in_the_cellar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376986205785796754" border="0" /></a>Ah, to have been a student at a big university in the late 60's. Free love, free money, and sticking it to The Man. The only thing a male had to worry about is which girl to see on a given night. And here are three movies which lets us relive those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wondrous</span> days of yore: <span style="font-style: italic;">Three in the Attic</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Down in the Cellar</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Been Down So Long It Looks Up To Me</span>. Groovy!<br />The first, <span style="font-style: italic;">Three in the Attic</span> (1968), concerns the exploits of poor Paxton <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Quigley</span> (Christopher Jones). He has this problem: a compulsive womanizer, he has three different women on the string, telling each one they are his one and only. When they all find out what's been going on, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pax</span> gets locked in an attic by the vengeful trio and is forced to have sex with them nonstop. He finally escapes, but describes himself as "the first victim of the sexual revolution.<span style="font-style: italic;">"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Down in the Cellar </span></span>has Wes Stern gunning for Larry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hagman</span>, a rich Texas benefactor of a prestigious college. It seems <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hagman</span> spoiled Stern's performance art, so he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">decides</span> to bring him down by seducing all the women in his life. I'm sure the movie was very topical in 1970.<br />And at last we have <span style="font-style: italic;">Been Down</span>, based off a famous counterculture novel by Richard Farina. This 1970 movie has been forgotten, but a few copies are known to exist. Barry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Primus</span> plays the lead, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Gnossos</span>, a young man who is returning to college after being out in the world for a few years. He eventually ends up in Cuba at the time of the 1959 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">revolution</span>, but not before taking many journeys of self discovery.<br />Three movies which attempted to copy the success of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Graduate</span> (1967). In many ways they all failed, but they serve as mirrors to the 60's.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /></span>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-72940216078202494672009-08-18T13:29:00.000-07:002009-08-18T13:40:23.642-07:00The Strange Case of Sherlock Holmes and Arthur Conan Doyle (2005)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrB7ImvrH65y_J2iJhg3J9GT6Zm72_7dzWl7GsNfCK4CMUKHbzvhk3kGaLKzXTmLGN2CLn6vKo0QaeL44vgqQnMs57pKXuGl8A_R_HNdnHdF6BaV1WN4CWfObQ_cCg1EBSaKHxtN1ejs/s1600-h/captures000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrB7ImvrH65y_J2iJhg3J9GT6Zm72_7dzWl7GsNfCK4CMUKHbzvhk3kGaLKzXTmLGN2CLn6vKo0QaeL44vgqQnMs57pKXuGl8A_R_HNdnHdF6BaV1WN4CWfObQ_cCg1EBSaKHxtN1ejs/s320/captures000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371404325733845362" border="0" /></a><br />Douglas Henshall plays Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes in this BBC production. It begins with Doyle, sick of writing "Holmes" stories, deciding to kill off his creation. The public reaction is understandably negative, prompting a row with his publisher. Added to the mix is his own wife's worsening tuberculosis. Finally, he's got a rather pretty female fan who "understands" him.<br />In the middle of this personal crisis, a man appears at his door who claims to be the official biographer from Doyle's publisher. He knows a lot about Doyle's background and wants to know more. Soon his biographer is probing into every bit of sad information he can get. What are the real motiviations for this biographer?<br />An excellent BBC production. Any fan of the Great Detective will enjoy this examination of how and why Arthur Conan Doyle created his famous literary figure.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-88882710948047366882009-08-16T18:32:00.000-07:002009-08-16T18:43:16.327-07:00Lifepod (1980)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXEWbqR90TUGhjxbQE2SpNmp4DGH2EH6A5fwv25R2fU7MJ2B8wHSgBInoz-5BqfhFEx1WTWKAMv82p7E77XY_TsbBzAoSqM7sXMAZFCjASjatHMdaMDFmlmny0hlF4TY7qEORMKI__SQ/s1600-h/lifepod1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXEWbqR90TUGhjxbQE2SpNmp4DGH2EH6A5fwv25R2fU7MJ2B8wHSgBInoz-5BqfhFEx1WTWKAMv82p7E77XY_TsbBzAoSqM7sXMAZFCjASjatHMdaMDFmlmny0hlF4TY7qEORMKI__SQ/s320/lifepod1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370740291511860882" border="0" /></a><br />In the wake of a certain movie made by George Lucas, a lot of independent producers wanted to get into the Space Epic game. Most of them didn't have the resources to do it right, but they tried just the same. <span style="font-style: italic;">Lifepod</span>, made in 1980, showed what people could do with a lot of enthusiasm could do on a limited budget. Someone duplicated the idea with a lot more money around 1993 as a MTV movie. But I like this one much better.<br />Several passengers on an exclusive interplanetary ship have found themselves in an escape lifepod after the central computer on the ship declared an emergency. The usual lifeboat cast is here: the journalist, the pretty girl, the corporate exec, the administror and the crew member. Suddenly, the space ship suddenly decides to head after the lifepod. Why? And why did the central computer declare a fake emergency to get everyone off the ship?Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-77321125431593879022009-08-09T09:08:00.001-07:002009-08-09T09:08:22.668-07:00The Good the Bad the Ugly the Ukulele<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/V3gp7B8WC4Q' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V3gp7B8WC4Q'/></object></p><p>It's a rainy day. </p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-74454577924453300032009-07-31T18:50:00.001-07:002009-07-31T18:50:59.669-07:00BAFFLED! (1973)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/jY3_4IDYlYA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jY3_4IDYlYA'/></object></p><p>Most of the target audience seems to have missed Leonard Nimoy's attempt at a weekly series when this pilot premiered in 1973. Which is too bad because it's quite a decent little horror flick with all kinds of psycho sexual undertones. <br />Nimoy plays a race car driver who has an out-of-body experience after a bad accident. He hooks up with an English psychic and the two head off to a Gothic castle trying to prevent a murder he's witnessed in a vision. Not a bad effort to get rid of the Vulcan typecast.</p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-65395957986056215112009-07-24T09:51:00.000-07:002009-07-24T09:55:40.542-07:00Alabama's Ghost Poster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIq24NdDv7mMPiXqpmv08m5Hiz4XQvHRIWfxqUTRZ9biOk22F-0oCCZ4ILeIo4g7oHVXP69K7lu1jOIbqCmNTNJmvWu3LpqZrBAnXHI7wTjDwDWORNtwBHZhfrf9I5jhFObrnj3FnBgjU/s1600-h/005571.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIq24NdDv7mMPiXqpmv08m5Hiz4XQvHRIWfxqUTRZ9biOk22F-0oCCZ4ILeIo4g7oHVXP69K7lu1jOIbqCmNTNJmvWu3LpqZrBAnXHI7wTjDwDWORNtwBHZhfrf9I5jhFObrnj3FnBgjU/s320/005571.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071370102180626" border="0" /></a><br />Proving once again that you can find anything on the Internet.<br />This is a much better picture of the poster than I reproduced in my old <span style="font-style: italic;">Fear of Darkness</span> Zine, but it still doesn't give you the full effect of the original. This picture implies the poster was on coated stock, but I'm sure mine was on uncoated, yellow, paper.<br />Hard to believe I was obsessing over this movie for months in 1982. But it was an obscure film at the time with virtually no information about it. A few years later the movie popped up on one of the "Elvira Presents" VHS tapes.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-4524555318694272212009-07-23T12:41:00.001-07:002009-07-23T12:41:12.293-07:00Mannequin II: Mannequin on the Move!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/9lsLaLp_jHo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9lsLaLp_jHo'/></object></p><p>A friend of mine gets her five minutes of stardom. You go Heather!</p></div>Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194714591438791117.post-31456906293097771952009-07-22T12:37:00.000-07:002009-07-22T12:58:42.905-07:00Fear Of Darkness -1982-2nd Issue (Highlights)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPAXUh-Phs6Y0ndD9KhbZITEdZmPMEl7Aww96N5-gzgAB6AkeT6sdu36K25Td8zTiRFbWdChc4Vo3sNFWe_Zgh5eDQTkaBhDOm5Z4lhAQ3XxgBP-pQi_-bZOSqyVWb55d6nQXFblU7DI/s1600-h/FOD2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPAXUh-Phs6Y0ndD9KhbZITEdZmPMEl7Aww96N5-gzgAB6AkeT6sdu36K25Td8zTiRFbWdChc4Vo3sNFWe_Zgh5eDQTkaBhDOm5Z4lhAQ3XxgBP-pQi_-bZOSqyVWb55d6nQXFblU7DI/s320/FOD2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361376228866876962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KNaiLM2Fnw78YfpH5Ol9Mw707NvDz-INQA3CV9kZmOSwJzMRjzaJZ-TA7-Xz-0Q6dfkWb0t2a9rUIv3dFJ-mDibctvQHqhLa7T9EkJ62SNwR98AUFK34ZaibD3UMu7ygomZ0oqxV6ao/s1600-h/FOD2+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY-yRl99zPta2fd_1fLKeX_azyqzspZHlhbRtqivuhY40fuAENNBvrLoMPxdr9yZtvuBPpqjxHqEj9GT8PE1tQkXrCMpUZ5DmT6-qGeNex0t9cQ56L3ET5APO8TPuB9SFYHK-aCk5v2M/s320/FOD2+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361374554613635522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />As I may have mentioned, the inspiration for this Blog was my old print Zine of the same name. I could write a book on that folly, what inspired me to do it, and how I lost my shirt on a business venture I had not a clue how to run. But a few copies of the old Zine do remain in my files and now is the time to show the kids how we used to do it in the days before every damn movie in the universe could be bit torrented.<br />The original <span style="font-style: italic;">Fear Of Darkness</span> came out in the dawn of the home video tape age. Some of the editions do talk about what could be viewed on VHS and Beta. But my prime means of watching films in those distant days were movie theaters, Drive-Ins, and late-night TV. Cable was just beginning to turn into a googleplex of channels as well.<br />My apologies for how these old print sheets scanned. I'm still learning how to do it right. All my reproductions were done B&W. I was lucky to get a good price on green cover stock for this issue, which is why it's printed in red ink. Most of the reproductions don't do justice to the original posters (which I no longer possess). <span style="font-style: italic;">The Alabama's Ghost</span> one was beautifully done in a variety of line colors on uncoated stock. The race car poster on the back cover was silk screened with fluorescent pink. All of these posters came out of the old Great Southern Hotel theater in Columbus, OH.Tim Mayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191899859528990414noreply@blogger.com4