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Scanlines
By Jerry Renshaw
("Scanlines" wishes to thank Encore Movies & Music, I Love Video,
and Vulcan Video for their help in providing videos and laser discs.)
Invasion USA
D: Alfred Green (1963)
with Dan O`Herlihy, Noel Neill, Edward G. Robinson, Jr., Phyllis Coates
AUGUST 18, 1997:
Several lushes are holding down barstools in mid-afternoon and listening to dire
news about the Commies on a newfangled television device, when a mysterious stranger
makes them watch while he sloshes brandy around in a snifter. Next thing you know,
the news gets a lot worse, with the Russkies invading the West Coast with paratroopers,
A-bombing New York, Boulder Dam, and a shipyard, while the U.S. military feebly fights
back. (Modern-day audiences should enjoy the scenes of Congress members being machine
gunned by Soviet troops.) But wait, it wasn't real! The mysterious fella hypnotized
them all with the swirling booze! The lounge lizards clamp their fedoras on their
blunt heads, straighten their ties, and leave sober as judges, full to the gills
of scotch and new resolve on how they can all help make the U.S. a safer place. Apparently
the filmmakers thought WWIII would look a lot like WWII, since about one-third of
this film is made up of WWII and Korea newsreel stock. Even the post-nuke NYC is
footage of London after the 1940 blitz. They even go so far as having the Russian
officers look and sound like Nazis (cutting a few corners on costumes). Keep an eye
out for both of TV's Lois Lanes (Phyllis Coates and Noel Neill) and Peggie
Castle. Also, see if you can figure out which actor is Edward G. Robinson, Jr. (I
couldn't). File under cold-war hysteria exploitation quickies, but remember that
in '53 buying a bottle of vodka was enough to get you hauled in front of Joe McCarthy
as a pinko commie symp. And no, don't confuse this with the Reagan-era film by the
same name in which hero Chuck Norris single-handedly repels the Red Menace.
The Girl and the Geek
aka Passion in the Sun
D: Dale Berry (1964)
with Josette Valague, Rain Drop,
Mai Kai, Dee Dent
The Something Weird catalogue unearthed this primitive nudie/roughie feature,
which opens in an abandoned carnival when the captive geek escapes from the sideshow
and two cops (both dressed like Ernest Tubb) are called in to investigate. Cut to
our heroine, a zaftig blonde, who's abducted from the airport by two thugs who throw
her in the back of a car and drive off with the Ernest Tubb cops in hot pursuit.
Eventually the two desperadoes get in a fight over a briefcase in which one of them
is killed, but then the escaped sideshow freak (with Moe Howard hair and buck teeth,
kind of Nutty Professor-ish) shows up and whups the daylights out of the remaining
crook! The blonde steals a nearby truck and drives off, but not before the geek hops
in the back and starts licking the back window! In the process of escaping the geek,
the fleshy blonde burlesque queen finds time to swim nekkid in a muddy slough. Cut
back frequently to the Sans Souci, a shabby strip club where more chubby gals take
their clothes off while an old man mops his brow in front. Eventually the girl and
geek of the title wind up back at the carnival, where the geek puts her on the Wild
Mouse roller coaster. But wait! How did the cops know to go after the crooks?
What was in the briefcase? Why did they want the blonde? Before you start heaving
heavy sighs and shaking your head, forget it. Lie back and relax. This tissue-thin
chimera of a plot has all the narrative integrity of a fever dream. Think of it as
Buñuel-like; after all, storyline is not what it's about. Concentrate instead
on the dubbed-in dialogue, the soundtrack that you'll get real sick of (like
Perez Prado playing Persian music). Also, don't miss the peculiar dream segment with
the tinsel sombrero. Appallingly cheap and trashy, The Girl and the Geek is
nonetheless fun; just be sure you return it on time before it stinks up your living
room.
Note: Though the credits say "Filmed South of the Border," an opening
segment shows the Allen Parkway exit on I-10 in Houston. Any of you native Houstonians
recognize the carnival/amusement park?
Mexican Monsters on the March
(Something Weird)
This anthology of highlights from various Mexican low-budget horror and sci-fi
films from the Fifties and Sixties includes a lot of stuff that is beyond cheap,
beyond cross-cultural differences, beyond any kind of reason; in other words, just
plain weird. Highlights include The Brainiac, a vampire (chupacabra?)
with two hairy pincer claws per hand that presumably sucks out brains with a long
anteater tongue; The Baron of Terror, whose device melts people down to skeletons
with living heads; Return of the Monsters, involving a guy with a big head,
patchy hair, and oversize teeth wearing plaid shirt and running amok (he also turns
up in Vengeance of the Hanged) and Dr. Satan, a fairly conventional
vampire who puts together a platoon of pie-eyed, slack-jawed zombies to carry out
his reign of terror. A standout is She-Wolf, involving a sexy blonde werewolf
who is eventually brought down by a German shepherd; this scene was obviously done
by simply turning a mean-ass dog loose on an actor in a padded suit! The real highlight,
though, is Ship of Monsters, with two curvy space babes landing on a planet
and recruiting four bizarre creatures to do their bidding. There's a jug-eared cyclops,
a fright-wigged spider monster, a macrocephalic, exposed-brain midget monster and
what appears to be a donkey skull with fangs set on a piece of PVC pipe. Eventually
the midget monster gets shot with a slingshot, causing his latex head to collapse
and spew forth pudding. As my friend and video trading partner Dave said, I think
if I could go back in time to anywhere I chose, it wouldn't be the Boston Tea Party,
it wouldn't be the JFK assassination, it would be back to the set of this movie so
I could see how the hell they did it. You may have to rewind the tape as many as
three times in sheer disbelief as this one flies plum off the cool meter. Guaranteed
to stop your brain dead in its tracks.
It all just makes me wish to hell that I understood Spanish better and that I
had some better knowledge of Mexican culture, because I have the feeling that a lot
of these images are tied to Mexican folk beliefs and have a different significance
to the original audiences than they would for us. Or maybe it's just that the writers
and directors were wildly creative to the point of bordering on psychosis. So the
next time your friends come over for videos `n' vittles, chill some cervezas, cut
up some limes (a bottle of Herradura is advisable), and serve up this steaming platter
of south of the border cinematic delights, suitable as appetizer or main course.
Just be prepared to clean up when your pals blast Tecate out their nostrils when
they get to Ship of Monsters.
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