July 23rd, 2016
Emilio Miraglia’s The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave (1971) is one of those movies I saw the box cover for lot at The Bootlegger, the one place in central Nevada where impressionable teens could rent slasher films. I never watched it, but I wouldn’t have gotten it anyway. I mean, the first couple kills would have been entertaining, but the rest of it would have been too slow of a burn.
Lord Cunningham [no relation to Richie] is always well dressed to murder.
And the J&B is back.
Another groovy suit.
“You know what would go well with this suit? Some J&B.”
At the seance.
A power trio, they are not.
Pandora’s Box never quite hit it big.
Another amazing jacket.
If I had a dime for every time someone asked me that . . .
Pretty groovy pad.
You may not want to drink that.
Nothing cleans a 1971 pool like a bag of sulphuric acid.
July 21st, 2016
Aldo Lado [not to be confused with Aldo Nova] Short Night of Glass Dolls (1971) is fine mixture of youth rebellion and anti-communism, with a downbeat ending that prefigures much of the 1970s American cinema. It also has one of the least attractive orgy scenes.
Wait here, comrade.
Original title was Short Night of the Butterflies but that made too much sense.
Here in the Eastern Bloc, we don’t drink J&B.
I would visit, but it doesn’t exist anymore.
My dress matches the wallpaper.
She is pretty far out.
I told you she was far out.
No J&B anywhere.
No J&B in this reporter’s office.
Where all the upper-crusters go.
One of the lines talks about a rain in blood.
I told you it was a terrible orgy.
July 15th, 2016
Lucio Fulci’s A Woman in a Lizard’s Skin (1971) has all the acid-eater lingo a person could want. Als, no J&B but plenty of keys to the doors of perception.
If you got a little drunk every night instead of spending all that money on Dr. Kerr, it would soon cure your insomnia.
I present to you the 1970s: White phone, brown shirt, short tunic
Trust me; the grey looks great.
“Any other drugs?”
“Hashish, LSD, cocaine, marijuana” or, as they call it in New Orleans, Tuesday.
You found me out. I’m the killer.
July 11th, 2016
Luigi Bazzoni’s The Day of the Ram (1971) has a gloved killer using astrological signs, a nursery rhyme, gratuitous nudity, but not nearly enough J&B, so I don’t know how highly I can recommend it.
I prefer my giallos to have animal titles.
Your crazy non-conformist ideas don’t work around here.
Leaving your kid home alone? Make sure to leave out the J&B.
July 10th, 2016
I found this nugget in issue 243 of the Conan the Barbarian comic:
That’s right: Charles Bronson was supposed to play King Conan.