Monday, April 29, 2013

Top 5: Comfortable Jumpers Worn by Sarah Lund in ‘Forbrydelsen’

Danish crime drama Forbrydelsen, also known as The Killing, is comprised of three seasons of impeccably plotted murder and mystery. Sofie Gråbøl stars as awkward and unpersonable cop Sarah Lund, and wears some of the most comfortable-looking jumpers ever seen on television. Here’s her five best.

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Lund starts season two in this red number. It’s not as flashy as some of her other efforts.

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The beginning of season three sees Lund in this angular sweater, although she doesn’t stick with it for long – possibly because it is, comparatively, rather thin looking. Denmark is cold, you know.

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The remainder of season three is mostly spent in blue; a recolouring of a jumper she wore in the first season.

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This brown sweater was seen briefly in the first season. Lund later donned a similar brown jumper in season two, but with a more familiar pattern.

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The original, unsurpassable, season one classic.
Alistair

Friday, April 26, 2013

Jennifer's Body (2009)

Directed by Karyn Kusama
Starring Megan Fox, Amanda Seyfried
R
USA

"What's up, Vagisil?"

Despite the fact that it starred then-Hollywood It girl Megan Fox, Jennifer’s Body tanked at the box office. Why? Because the script is fucking atrocious is why. I swear, Diablo Cody is the luckiest terrible writer on the planet. "You give me such a wetty"?! Fuck.

Anyway, Jennifer’s Body stars Megan Fox as Jennifer, the hottest girl in school, who is best friends with Needy, played by Amanda Seyfried, who is the nerdiest kid in school. So that’s not right. Also, there’s nothing nerdy looking about Amanda Seyfried, she just wears glasses. They find some band on Myspace called Low Shoulder and go to see them. The band happens to be dabbling in the occult, so they kidnap Jennifer one night when the local club burns down, and they sacrifice her. This would be kinda awesome if they looked like the kind of people who might kidnap hot chicks and sacrifice them, like Marduk or something.


But they don't, they look like actors wearing mascara, which is what they are.


Anyway, turns out she’s not a virgin, so instead of dying, she becomes a vampire-demon sorta thing who can set her tongue on fire. And that’s what happens.


Bottom line? Amazingly, it’s completely skippable. You not really missing anything. I like the poster. I would rather own the poster than the DVD. It’s a shame, because Megan Fox is perfect for the role, and she's great to look at, and with a decent writer, it could have been a very funny, gory movie.


PS When she was in high school, people threw ketchup packets at Megan Fox. That’s pretty much the only interesting fact I have about her. Also, she's wicked into Jesus now.

PPS: I originally saw this in the theater. During the lesbian make-out scene, you could hear boners popping all over the place. Boings! everywhere. So there's that.


- Ken McIntyre

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Terror Toons (2001)

Directed by Joe Castro
Starring Lizzy Borden, Beverly Lynn, Fernando Padilla
Unrated
USA/Hell 

"I don't know where I ended up, but I'm their king now." 

Hanna Barbara meets demented German Expressionism in this hyperactive dayglo nightmare that makes "Itchy and Scratchy" look like...well, kid's stuff. Dig this for a show-stopping opener. Average jerk in a beanie gets sucked into the cartoon dimension. Not sure how, probably by accident. Poor bastard couldn't run into Squiddly Diddly or anyone nice like that, right? No, he runs into this gonzo blood eater Dr Carnage. The bad Doc looks like a radiated Mortiis, and acts like a meth- burning, rubbery Mengele. He straps the guy down to an operating table and experiments on him with weird, savage surgical instruments and jolts of purple electricity. Then he rips the cat's skull out through his belly button. Now, in Doc's world, this is just a harmless sight gag; but humans aren't quite as flexible as animated cells. Instead of shoving his skull back into his head, beanie boy just lies there, a bloody, dead mess. Which just goes to show that cartoons ought to just stay in their own fuckin' dimension, and leave us fleshly types alone.

Try explaining that to a porn star, though. In particular, try explaining it to the jaw-dropping bombshell Lizzy Borden, who stars, however briefly, as Candy. Candy and her sister Cindy (Lynn) are the remarkably well-adjusted children of some shlub and a hysterical drag queen, who are leaving the two girls to fend for themselves for a day or two, so they can attend what has to be a very weird wedding. Normally, since I'm ball parking Borden and Lynn's ages at 24 and 28 respectively, this should not be a problem. They should be able to take care of themselves just fine. But there's nothing normal about this film, so Candy is either supposed to actually be about 10 years old, or perhaps just retarded. If it's the former, than the basketball- sized implants - probably the most cartoonish aspect of the entire movie- certainly give away the game. At any rate, Candy receives a mysterious "Terrortoons" DVD in the mail, and retreats to her room to watch it. Meanwhile, her older (ahem!) sister Cindy and a friend call up their dopey boyfriends and invite them over for some strip-Ouija.


While the overgrown teenagers get their groove on in the living room, Candy is enthralled with the strange cartoon. Foolishly, she chooses "Terrortoons Live" on the DVD menu, and after the strange and terrible story of Doc Carnage is explained (He created crazed gorilla Max Assassin from a lab monkey he stole and experimented on, and the two run amuck throughout the cartoon universe, indiscriminately killing everything they come across, in various slapsticky ways), Max and doc burst right through the screen and into the real world. Yikes.

 What follows is an hour or so of berserk, surreal chaos, as the two cartoon characters plow through the cast of bewildered teens, utilizing increasingly cartoony methods of mayhem. Giant pizza cutter? Check. Dynamite in the donut? Check. You get the idea, right?


Although "Terrortoons" does have it's limitations- Dr. Carnage and Max are played by guys in foam suits, after all, and look more "Banana Splits" than "Roger Rabbit"- but it wins big points on sheer audacity and gleefully mean spirited absurdity. I have piles of bukkake and spanking videos here, and this is still the most perverse thing I've seen in quite a while. If Walt Disney was a nihilistic, gas huffing, teenage punk rocker, this is exactly the movie he would have made.


- Ken McIntyre

Friday, April 19, 2013

It's Gauze!






I love how Alistair's answer just doesn't compute with Fake Gore Gore Girl.

-Drew (via Alistair)

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Drew Carey Show: Season 9, Ep 22. Special guest, Maria Ford! (2004)



Directed by Thomas J Thompson
Starring Drew Carey, Ryan Styles, Deidrich Bader, Maria Ford
Genre: Sitcom

"Eggs and strippers. It's why people hide in the wheel-wells of 747's just to get to this country."

While it certainly has its own singular charms, the Drew Carey Show is, classically, not much of a resource for boner TV fans. It is, after all, a show about a pudgy, bespectacled everyman in an ill-fitting suit trying to get though the day without any major incidents. Guys who brew their own beer in their basements don't usually cavort with scads of beautiful women. That being said, the show was often quite funny. Craig Ferguson as Drew's whacked-out boss was a major highlight. Also, Christa Miller, Drew's best-bud Kate, was easy on the eyes, in a low-key sorta way. That is, until she butchered her mug with plastic surgery. By the way, did you know she was Susan Saint James' niece? True story. Also, she was on the cover of the first issue of fratboy boner rag Maxim. So there's that.

Anyway, the point is, you rarely had the opportunity to ogle on the Drew Carey show. And then, out of nowhere, at the tail end of the show's 9th season, the gang hits a strip club. And who's dancing at said establishment? Why, none other than everybody's favorite go-to B-movie stripper-actress, the glamorous Maria Ford!


Ford made a series of low-budget "erotic thrillers" and horror flicks for Roger Corman back in the 1990's. Sometimes she was a cop (Angel of Destruction, 1994), and sometimes she was part of an ancient fertility cult (Burial of the Rats, 1995), but most of the time (Stripped to Kill II, 1985; Dance of the Damned, 1989; Dance With Death, 1992; Stripteaser, 1995, Hot Ticket, 1996; Showgirl Murders, 1996), she played a stripper. While these racy roles made her a cult star, she reportedly hated doing so much nudity, and by the end of the 90's, her reign as a skin-bearing b-queen abruptly ended. She claims it was by design, although many think it was because of face-altering plastic surgery she underwent in 1998. For whatever reason, Maria drifted off the sleaze-beast radar and when she did pop up in the next few years, it was generally in minor walk-on roles in kidflicks. So who knows how she ended up back on the pole in this episode of Drew Carey, but there she is!


In the episode, Drew and his pals Oswald (Deidrich Bader) and Lewis (Ryan Stiles) decide to check out the new strip club that just opened in town. In the pre-credit scene, you can see our girl Maria kicking and grinding with abandon in a too-short pink micro-miniskirt as Drew and Lewis chomp on eggs and toast. They also cut away to Oswald, who is entertaining another stripper, Raven, with his hopeless attempts at card tricks. Raven is portrayed by Sirena Irwin, a voice actress known primarily as the voice of a fish on Spongebob Squarepants.


After the commercial break, we get back to the action at the club. Crystal (Ford) is still dancing for the fellas, but Drew's feeling guilty, because he didn't tell his girlfriend Kellie (Cynthia Watros) he was going. He decides to get some advice from Crystal.
"Excuse me, I need a woman's opinion. I have a question about relationships."
"Well, if it's about your relationship with your father, I'm probably not the best person to ask."
Ouch.
Later on, Crystal gives Lewis a lapdance, and Drew keeps badgering her about his girlfriend. She suggests he lies and tells her he went bowling. Problem solved. Then she bronskies Lewis, but her hard-as-rock boobs injure his neck, and he has to go the emergency room.

The next day, Lewis visits Drew wearing a collar. He tells him he wants to sue the strip club, and to do that, he'll need Drew's testimony. To do that, Drew has to admit that he lied about bowling to Kellie. She's pretty pissed about it.


So, they all go the arbitration, and Lewis attempts to extort $4 million dollars from the club. He does not get it, but everybody gets free passes to the strip club. So everybody wins.

Well, except for Crystal.


Even when the material failed her - and it often did - Maria Ford was a compelling, captivating presence during her 90's direct-to-video run. Most obviously, she was a stunner, with a flawless face and well-toned figure. She also imbued even the most basic roles with some sense of raw authenticity. Maria Ford acted as hard as she possibly could, all the time, even with the most basic, un-challenging roles. But perhaps her most endearing trait was the almost palpable anguish she so clearly felt when she found herself portraying another woozy stripper, another hapless victim, another shameless seductress. Maria wanted to be an A-list, dramatic actress so badly that it bled all over the screen. It made you want to root for her, to be on her team, somehow. Because we're all Maria Fords in someway or another, and just like her, we often end up settling for a life a lot less glitzy and glamorous than we'd hoped for. It is this last defining characteristic, as ethereal as it is, that resonates the loudest in this episode. Ten years later, and Maria finally gets a big break - and it's as a fuckin' stripper. Life is a killer, man.


That being said, as Drew Carey episodes go, "Assault With a Lovely Weapon" isn't bad. Lotsa cleavage, a few funny jokes, and gratuitous Maria Ford. That's pretty good for 22 minutes of mainstream situation comedy. Fans who haven't seen her since the mid 1990's might be taken aback with Ford's new look - her surgery really did fundamentally change the shape of her face - but underneath, she still exudes the heartbroken screen goddess that so enthralled us way-back-when.


Now, somebody put her in a real fuckin' movie so we can have a happy ending, ok?

- Ken McIntyre

The Final Countdown...Hopefully


Clearly this is the worst cover of any song ever, but there's something else I'd like to point out here; The Final Countdown is 26 years old now....and more to the point, it was never a good song to begin with! How the hell is this song still still in our global conversation?

I've never understood why it was popular in the first place but I do know that it doesn't deserve the status that it has. One-hit wonders like Europe should go away after a while. Turn up the Radio is just as bad and pointless, but we did the right thing by forgetting about it all together.

Let's just hope these terrible Russian kids have helped put the final nail in the coffin of this entirely worthless song. Good job kids! Hits From Hell thanks you for your hard work!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Top 10 Most Spectacular ‘Honey West’ Outfits

I could probably go through the series and include pictures of more or less anything worn by Anne Francis in 1965 detective show Honey West, because, well, Anne Francis, but here’s ten that stood out. Don’t forget, we’ll be (finally) taking a look at the show on next week’s MAG, on April 20th.

#10

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In episode 3 (The Abominable Snowman), Honey wears what appears to be some kind of cling-wrap/sequins combo, and tends to partner Sam’s black eye with a large steak.

#9

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Honey goes under cover as a nurse in episode 18 (King of the Mountain).

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Honey wears a black cat suit – for night time snooping – in most episodes. Pictured here in episode 23 (Come to Me, My Litigation Baby).

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Under cover as a Polynesian restaurant waitress in episode 10 (A Neat Little Package), following a tussle with some crooks in a lake.

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Episode 7 (The Princess and the Paupers), requires Honey to go under cover briefly as a bathing beauty at a lake.

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Honey drops a cool grand on this designer gown from her client, Mr Antoine of Beverly Hills, in episode 11 (A Stitch in Crime).

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Honey, sort of under cover in an Annette-esque mesh bikini, on a boat in episode 4 (A Matter of Wife and Death). Male gaze courtesy of her partner Sam, watching from the shore. “Any problems?” he asks. “Only a Peeping Sam. Girl watch on your own time,” she replies.

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Under cover once again as a waitress, this time in some kind of one-armed tiger-print affair, from episode 12 (A Million Bucks in Anyone’s Language), and once again spied upon/watched by Sam from afar.

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It’s actually her double, Pandora Fox, who sports this outfit in episode 22 (Don’t Look Now, But That Isn’t Me, which we’ll cover on MAG this coming weekend), but either way, it’s Anne Francis. Also pictured: Alan Reed, the voice of Fred Flintstone!

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Honey stakes out a sauna in episode 14 (Invitation to Limbo), in a towel.

Alistair

Friday, April 12, 2013

"You're Doing it Wrong!"


-Drew Buzzy

Little Seizures

Squeaky Dave's got a band. And they rock! True story.


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Holly on TV!

Canadian TV, that is.
Well, Canadian TV on the internet.
Close enough for rock n' roll.
Shock Stock 2013 motherfuckers!

Monday, April 8, 2013

She-Devils On Wheels (1968)

Directed By Herschell Gordon Lewis
Starring Betty Connoll, Pat Poston, Christie Wagner
Unrated
USA

"When you're doing the bedtime bugaloo, you ain't in no position to fight!"


Ed Wood is often derided as the worst filmmaker in history. He's certainly the funnest to pick on, and he obviously did no one any cinematic favors. However, Ed Wood had something that some other filmmakers lack, and that's ambition. He GOT his octopus, he GOT his Bela Lugosi, and if he didn't  have a star, he had his players play to their strengths. Tor Johnson, he's a ghoul. Criswell, he's a psychic. He did his best.

Herschell Gordon Lewis on the other hand, despite his filmography, is seemingly defiantly clueless. And this is rarely more evident than with She-Devils On Wheels. In Herschell's hands, an unknown like Betty Connoll is, Varla?


Released  three years after Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, HGL's She-Devils On Wheels is about an all female biker gang who spend their days raising hell, terrorizing, and racing. It was produced with the usual HGL modus operandi of filming in remote Floridian locations (in this case, Medley, FL.), and using an ensemble of pseudo-actors and local cast-offs.


So, what's the plot to this mess? Well, basically, the all girl biker gang The Man-Eaters, are having a turf war (over a stretch of an abandoned airport runway) with a gang of drag racers (all guys of course) who are casually referred to as Joe Boys Group. Of course, there is other shit going down.  Mainly with good girl gone bad Karen (Christie Wagner), who still feels the lure to a more righteous path. I don't know why she doesn't leave the gang, because no one in the group seems to like her. In fact, they're ready to hog tie her, and drag her behind a bike for breaking the rules and getting "hung up" on local stud, Bill.


All this is tied together with the usual tapestry of regional under-achievers, high hopes, and sweaty desperation. The thing with a lot of the exploitation scripts, is they talk big. They have a lot to back up. And you need actors with the right build to lend credibility to the menace. Does anyone actually buy scrawny, lanky, Christopher Mitchum as Ricco The Mean Machine, for example?


But Tura Satana, as Varla? Of course. And there's a reason I've brought her up twice. She-Devils is clearly such a Faster, Pussycat! knockoff, that you expect more. And that's what's wrong with this movie, and with most Herschell Gordon Lewis movies in general. They are content with the bare minimum, if even that.


Thus you get a disappointment like She-Devils on Wheels. An ensemble cast that doesn't act the part, much less look it, and shot on abandoned, overgrown locations. It's worth checking out, if only for the kitsch factor (HGL owes kitsch A LOT).  Maybe one day we'll get that female biker witch coven movie I've been pining for. Until then, there's this. I guess.


HGL had the distribution to parlay his theatrical efforts into a something greater than what he accomplished. Sure, he's the Godfather of Gore. But when was the last time you listened to a commentary track and heard the director say he was inspired by a HGL filmed scene for a specific shot? Herschell Gordon Lewis: Often lauded, but rarely emulated.


-BoDuley

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