Kalmakoff: The Forgotten Visionary

Today’s eyecandy comes to us courtesy of the Joey Zone, finder of all things weird and wonderful.

Kalmakoff, the Forgotten Visionary

Surrealism and decadance with a distinct Russian art nouveau influence. These paintings have an amazing amount of detail and very fine sense of craftsmanship to them, and the story behind the revealing of the artist’s identity is quite interesting as well. Mythical themes, saturated colors, drama, theatricality… Do I have your interest yet? Curl up with a cup of Your Hot Beverage Of Choice and enjoy.

I’ll be back to sleaze-lording over the weekend, without a doubt.

Beast With a Gun [1977]

I learn a lot from the movies I watch. At an early age, I realized that I should *never* go into the basement alone (if at all), I knew that the blonde cavepeople were always the good cavepeople, that Hercules lived at the same time as the Incas, and that every flavor of foreigner has an English accent (except for Asians, who are just kind of… stilted… when dubbed).

The main thing I’ve learned from Italian crime dramas is that it takes very little to mount a successful crime spree in Italy. In the case of Sergio Grieco’s 1977 “Beast with a Gun,” a lone, swishy Austrian is enough to get the job done.

The movie begins with a daring jail break–Italian arch-criminal and all-around mad, sadistic bastard Nanni Vitali (the still-totally-not-Italian Berger) sort of walks rapidly out of prison with three henchmen in tow. They’ve taken one of the guards hostage and proceed to drive off in a small European car in search of revenge. Mainly “revenge,” but also “dough.”

What follows is a lot of punching, a smattering of rape, and a significant amount of hostage-taking and driving. What is notably *absent* is effective police-work and aggressive tactics on the part of the authorities. There are a few times during the film where the cops just sort of shrug and give up, allowing Nanni and his gang to escape (usually in a small European car, usually with hostages in tow, always with guns in-hand).

Nanni succeeds in exacting revenge on the informant who put him behind bars, he succeeds in taking the informant’s girlfriend (played by Marisa Mell, who had an entirely more consensual relationship with an arch-criminal in “Diabolik”) hostage, he succeeds in shooting a bunch of cops, but at the end of the day, the semi-ineffectual police commissioner is able to nab him mainly bu chance, since Nanni has decided to hole up in the lone building in a large stretch of countryside. [How’s THAT for an overly complex, run-on sentence, people?]

The acting is thoroughly outrageous and overwrought (as one might expect), the fashions are sometimes eye-bending (Benetton gets a credit at the end for providing the jeans in the film), and people behave in ways that are pretty much counter to anything any rational human has ever done. All-in-all, solid fare of this sort.

Because I love you, here’s a link to the completely NSFW trailer for the movie.

Originally posted in MySpace Blog 2/5/08

Dangerous Seductress [1992]

Ohhhh Indonesian horror, it is unpossible for me to count the ways in which I love you. What you lack in nudity you make up for in mind-bending absurdity. Forget National Geographic documentaries–I want to learn about other cultures through their weird genre entertainment.

The plot of “Dangerous Seductress” boils down to girl meets black magic, girl uses black magic and winds up possessed by some sort of evil and vaguely sexy witch, girl goes on sex-vampire rampage in Jakarta, wackiness ensues. This is not a film to be watched for its elegant plotting, or–really–elegant *anything*.

The strangeness starts as soon as the movie opens, with a bumbling bunch of jewel theives on the run from the cops. A note to all would-be robbers, as learned from this film: Don’t punch the getaway driver in the head while you’re fleeing as it may negatively impact your escape and cause you to get into a fatal car crash in an ancient and cursed cemetary. Whoops… The fresh blood spilled during the accident causes the buried body of the aforementioned evil and vaguely sexy witch to regenerate in a sequence that brings to mind the goopy stop-animation FX work in the first “Hellraiser” film. I admit–I am overly enthusiastic about this kind of home-grown special effect, so the movie could have peaked here. But no, such is not the case. Once reconstituted, the evil and vaguely sexy witch is nude–except for her bright white glowing nipples and mons. Yes, folks, welcome to the world of creative self-censorship. *bravo*

We then get to meet our protagonist, Susan, who flees to her sister Linda’s home in Jakarta after being assaulted by her creepy one-dimensional boyfriend. Note: “Creepy” and “one-dimensional” are character traits exhibited by pretty much everyone throughout the film, with occasional vapidness thrown in for flavor. Also of note: I am not convinced that anyone in this film speaks English as a primary language–we’re talking Way Past Stilted in terms of dialogue, as if we’re supposed to take the word of the people on the screen that they are actually feeling what they say they’re feeling. Once in Linda’s home, Susan promptly gets into deep doody after reading aloud from the ancient black magic tome she discovers (as you do, in such situations) and becomes possessed by the spirit of the evil and vaguely sexy witch. Applying her blondeness and breast implants to the task at hand, Susan stalks the nighttime streets feasting on the blood of men who truly believe in the triumph of hope over reason. The Gore Score here is middling, with weirdass editing and a rather light touch on the arterial spray making the horror scenes more silly than shocking or gross. But, dear readers, “silly” is why we’re here.
There is some kind of climactic showdown between the forces of good (in the personage of a Papua New Guinean Native Healer) and evil (in the personage of the witch) that involves strobe lights and film effects and chanting and stuff, but I’m not going to try to pretend that I understood what was going on here. Or, for that matter, at any point during the movie.

The overall sensation I was left with after watching “Dangerous Seductress” was not unlike being bopped repeatedly in the center of the forehead with a small rubber mallet. I can, therefore, recommend this film to other viewers.

Originally posted in MySpace blog 2/1/08

Faceless [1988]

It took me four attempts in order to see this film, and (for those of you who undoubtedly were waiting on the edge of your respective seats), I am happy to report that “Faceless” is what passes for an excellent Jess Franco cinematic experience. I had a parade of Netflix Fail in the form of three discs with identical damage (turns out the first pressing from Media Blasters was a dud), but finally received satisfaction from Xploited Cinema, a company near and dear to my heart and which should probably just get a portion of each of my paychecks deposited directly into its bank account.

“Faceless” is Franco’s reimagining of his 1962 “Awful Dr. Orloff” (which itself was a reasonably-dextrous-if-creaky reworking of Georges Franju’s brilliant 1960 work “Eyes Without a Face”) as seen through the sleazy lens of late 1980’s “Dynasty” fashion and glam culture. I can probably stop my recap here and say something along the lines of “if this sounds good to you, then you’ll enjoy the movie,” but I won’t leave you hanging. The plot boils down like this: Aesthetic surgeon Dr. Flammand (played by a still-fairly-yummy-if-you-squint Helmut Berger) and his partner Nathalie (played by a yummy-without-squinting Brigitte Lahaie) are attempting to graft a new face onto Flammand’s sister Ingrid, who has been hideously scarred during an assault by one of the good doctor’s disgruntled patients. Cue the kidnappings and subsequent discoveries of headless bodies throughout Paris… Alas, what makes one a good Mad Surgeon or Evil Henchlady does not make one good at managing the logistics of Mad Surgery, and soon Telly Savalas’ character sends a (truly arrogant and aggravating) private eye to track down his blow-addicted fashion-model daughter (played by Caroline Munro, Ms. Victoria Phibes herself).

The film is deliciously campy and filled with people behaving in ways no human being ever behaved. Once one gets over the fact that people are behaving in an utterly logic-free manner, the viewer can enjoy the absurdity of the proceedings. As soon as I started rolling with the ridiculousness, I was left rooting for Dr. Flammand and Nathalie to cut *more* of a swath through the various bubbleheads of the City of Lights. There were certainly some helpful pointers I could have provided to Ms. Lahaie’s character in terms of being a more effective Executive Assistant (step one: don’t pick famous women as your face-donors), but it’s probably for the best that I wasn’t available at the time to provide any corporate strategizing. Oh, and I think the ending *might* just be one of the best endings ever. I won’t spoil it for… erm… both of you who are going to DASH right the hell out and buy this title but it warms the cockles of my black little heart.

Originally posted in MySpace blog 12/31/07, with slight editorial panache added for flavor and all

Sweeney Todd [2007]

In the interests of Full Disclosure, I will admit that I do not have an incredible soft spot for Tim Burton, but that I *do* enjoy musicals now and again. This having been accounted for, I thought Burton’s “Sweeney Todd” was among that director’s best films as well as among the best stage-to-screen musical adaptations I’ve ever seen.

The look of the film is very stylized throughout, with a “Sin City” meets Charles Dickens mise en scene that also evoked the interior-for-exterior sets of “Sleepy Hollow.” I found this to be particularly effective since it honors the stage-theatrical source material while simultaneously taking advantage of the technologies offered by manipulating color and set on film. The consistency of the look and feel of the film make it an engrossing movie to watch.

A majority of the dialog and action is accomplished through song–the first and final lines of the film are sung, unapologetically creating a stagey, artificial alternate universe. However, Burton pulls no punches in showing on-screen violence, making this a most unsavory, uncomfortable, and ultimately tragic world characterized by bleakness and immorality.

Historically, I have found most of Burton’s movies to be overly cheery and adorable (which is probably a wise commercial, if not aesthetic, decision on his part), punctuated by moments of creative vision. “Sweeney Todd” isn’t merely t-shirt material for the cute crowd (in spite of Johnny Depp’s Dave Vanian lookalike getup and the fan-costume opportunities presented by Helena Bonham Carter’s gowns). It’s grim and violent and thoroughly well-realized.

Originally posted in MySpace Blog 12/26/07

Diabolik [1968]

I’d be hard-pressed to find a super-criminal movie I enjoy more than Mario Bava’s “Diabolik.” I watched this film again last Friday night, and have come to the conclusion that Diabolik is quite possibly the perfect man. He has the blessed trinity of desirable masculine qualities:

-Angular

-Villainous

-Frequently in leather

The film is an absolute delight to watch–filled with color, dextrous camera work, and a delightfully ridiculous plot. So Diabolik and his superhott girlfriend Eva bankrupt the entire nation of Italy* by destroying their tax records? It’s all in good fun. In fact, it looks like so much fun that I’m thinking of setting aside the whole Vampire Hunting plan and pursuing a career in being a Masked Criminal (though I would settle for being the superhott girlfriend of a Masked Criminal, if that’s the only avenue open to me as a person of my gender).

Personal digressions aside, the film works well both as a document of its time (check out that swingin’ hippie nightclub scene) and as an adaptation of the fumetti source material. There’s not a great deal of exposition, but the music, color and shot-framing quickly combine to create an alternate universe that helps create a sense that what is happening on-screen makes sense within the context of that comicbook world. Total eyecandy!

*My dear Domestic Partner, herein politely-and-mysteriously referred to as The Baron, claims that, much like the Eskimos have a thousand words for “snow,” the Italians have a thousand words for “fail.”

Originally posted in MySpace blog 12/26/07

Clovis Trouille [Painting/Art]

I have a really hard time picking favorites of any type–I make no secret of this fact. However, it’s pretty easy for me to identify my favorite painter in the personage of Clovis Trouille. For a number of years, I was unable to locate a proper web gallery of his work, but the above link leads to an absolutely drool-worthy collection of his paintings. Go forth and be amazed.

Yes, the website is in French, but the paintings are in the international language of sexploitation hottness. Note: I am willing to take bribes and offerings in the form of any item from the gift shop–particularly those collector plates. Consider yourselves officially notified well in advance of my Very Important Zero Ending Birthday occuring in October of 2008.

Originally posted in MySpace blog 12/6/07

The Damned [1969]

I just got around to watching Visconti’s “The Damned” over the weekend. I probably should have watched this lo unto two years ago when I was working on my Nazisterotica article for “Ultra Violent” Issue 7, but my brain was turning to pudding and I misplaced my good sense. [You guys try watching “Achtung! Desert Tigers” and “Love Train for the S.S.” in one sitting and tell me how your mind feels afterwards–I *so* leapt on the grenade for the betterment of exploitation journalism]

I knew “The Damned” was prime WWII costume drama stuff just from the cast (hello–Dirk Bogarde, Ingrid Thulin and the ever-swoonworthy Helmut Berger sharing a screen), and I was not disappointed. There are many things I’m used to seeing in movie-form (kinky sex: check, violence: check, full frontal nudity: check), but I’m still pleasantly surprised when *thoughtfullness* and *quality* are a part of the cinematic experience.

The story centers around the members of a wealthy steel-magnate clan in Germany during the rise of the Nazi party. All of the tropes of the period-piece family melodrama are in play here: power struggles, perverse heirs, murder, and incest, all with a backdrop of meticulous costuming and set design. Unlike some costume dramas I’ve seen from the same period, there are few details that are overlooked, a fact that makes the experience of watching this film almost entirely immersive. The performances vary along a spectrum of nuanced and brutal, which was very effective within the context of the film. Each character has a chance to show himself or herself as “gray” at some point within the narrative (even the motivations for the most vile of acts have a certain rationale to them), which adds to the overall unsettling tone of the film.


Bonus points for the fact that more than half the cast is possessed of *the* most fabulous cheekbones on the planet, and they are given plentiful opportunities to cast Significant Looks across the dinner table. The ability to brood convincingly is a quality that I find entirely more enchanting than is healthy.

One of my oft-recited opinions about films is that a movie needs to justify a run-time of over ninety minutes, and I feel that “The Damned” made good use of its over-two-and-a-half-hour screen time. The immersive quality of the film necessitated its length. And–yes, fine–from a purely selfih perspective, I find that the simple equation “More Helmut Berger = More Better” can be ever-so-aptly applied here.

Please note: this is way better than me sending long-winded Movie Notes on Netflix to you guys. I will make any and all movie-blather purely optional. You are so welcome.

Originally posted in the MySpace Blog on 11/27/07