Attack of the 60-Foot Centerfold (1995)

Directed by Fred Olen Ray
Starring J.J. North, Tammy Parks, Raelyn Saalman
Rated R
USA

"Oh my God! Look at the size of those tits!"

Quick, how many giantess movies can you name? Well, there's Attack of the 50-Foot Woman, along with Bert I. Gordon's Village of the Giants... but what else? Given that it's been half a century since the original 50-foot woman first stomped across screens, it's safe to say that the giantess film has been under-represented in modern American cinema.

Thank God for Fred Olen Ray. With his movie Attack of the 60-Foot Centerfold, Ray proves that a good giantess movie need only abide by 3 simple rules: there must be a giant chick, she must be scorchingly hot, and most importantly, there must be NUDITY. Lots of it. In this movie, Ray gives the male audience exactly what they always wanted to see in a giant-chick movie but were too ashamed to admit: giant naked boobs.

Our story begins when centerfold model Angel Grace (the incredibly buxom JJ North) enters a contest to become Plaything Magazine's Centerfold of the Year. To win the contest, Angel must square off against two rival girls: hot blonde Inga (Raelyn Saalman) and gorgeous redhead Betty (Tammy Parks).

Ray doesn't waste any time getting started. A mere 6 minutes into the film, we're treated to our first topless photo-shoot. We also learn that Betty is a massive bitch, making snide remarks at Angel. "How old ARE you anyway? 30??" sneers Betty, before delivering her final insult: "Are your BREASTS getting smaller?"


That's a pretty nasty thing to say. Angel's breasts are massive! But Betty's cruel taunts have left our heavy-breasted heroine shaken up.


The next day, Angel pays a visit to Dr. Lindstrom (John Lazar). Terrified of shrinking boobs, she begs him to give her an experimental beauty formula. He refuses, saying the formula can cause side-effects such as rapid cell growth. You can see where this is going, right? But Angel pleads harder until the doctor has no choice but to give in.


After drinking one vial of the formula, Angel's breasts suddenly grow huge. Life's good again.


The contest starts heating up. Angel, Inga, and Betty are all invited to the Plaything Mansion. They meet Bob Gordon (Jay Richardson) an obvious nod to Hugh Hefner, complete with smoking jacket and pipe. He tells the girls they'll have a big photo-shoot at the beach tomorrow to determine the winner. Later that night, sleazy photographer Mark (Tim Abell) starts hitting on Angel with a bottle of champagne. So she does what any starry-eyed innocent would do. She gets drunk and passes out.


Meanwhile back at the hospital, Dr. Lindstrom is paged to a top-secret lab. Turns out they've been experimenting with the formula on rats. But now one of the rats has grown to 8 feet tall! (Though it's clearly just a guy in a rat suit). And another giant rat is running around loose in the building. Why? Because this movie needs a subplot to pad the running time, that's why. The doctor tries to call Angel to warn her not to take the formula, but she's nowhere to be found.


Angel wakes up the next morning, as curvaceous as ever. But now she's looking haggard from the night before. To make things worse, the other girls are down at the beach to start the photo-shoot! So she panics, grabs all the vials of formula, and starts swilling them down. What happens after that is the lamest morphing effect you've ever seen. Then she passes out again.

When she wakes up, she looks gorgeous, utterly stunning. The room still looks the same, but everything's scaled down a bit smaller, making the petite Angel look like she's about 6'4". It's actually pretty convincing.


What happens next is quite possibly the most awesome scene in the movie. A now-statuesque Angel bounds over to the beach for the photo-shoot. Everyone is shocked at her new height. "You look taller!" Mark says. She joins the other two girls, and they all promptly take their tops off. There's some nifty surf-guitar playing on the soundtrack, but you'll be too busy ogling their boobs to notice.


Suddenly, Angel collapses yet again. Mark and the girls run over to Bob's mansion to call an ambulance. By the time they get back to her, we finally get what we all came to see - a giant, fully-nude, smoking-hot babe!


But the problem is, now that we have our 60-foot centerfold, no one can figure out what to do with her. Being the sleazebags that they are, Mark and Bob take one look at Angel and start seeing dollar signs. So the flick falls into a hoary exploit-the-monster plot a la King Kong. It's pretty lightweight stuff.


Along the way, the cornball humor goes off the charts. The whole thing starts to resemble a bunch of variety-show skits more than an actual movie. There's more bullshit with the giant rat, along with mugging cameos by Tommy Kirk (Village of the Giants) and Russ Tamblyn (Satan's Sadists, The Haunting). Still, JJ North fills out her white canvas bikini to perfection, and the special effects really aren't that bad, considering.


Without much plot to speak of, things start to become a bit strained. But Ray has one more ace up his sleeve: another gratuitous boob scene!


What happens next is almost too loopy to get into here. Suffice to say, it involves exploding rats, exploding people, campy one-liners, and groan-inducing sight gags. It all climaxes in a giant-size catfight with two enormous babes duking it out over Hollywood Blvd. Plus some really dodgy special effects.


Forrest J. Ackerman's cameo is a nice touch though.


Okay, so Attack of the 60-Foot Centerfold is not a perfect movie. The jokes start to wear thin after awhile, and the flimsy plot might as well not exist. Nevertheless, Ray managed to get the tone of the film pretty much dead-on. There's a breezy, cheerful cartoonish vibe to the proceedings that makes the shortcomings a bit easier to forgive. Plus it's got giant naked boobs, which is always a good thing. It's certainly no classic, but until the perfect giantess movie comes along, it'll do.


Though Centerfold remains her best-known film, JJ North actually appeared in a dozen other b-movies during the 90's. Titles include: Vampire Vixens From Venus, Psycho Sisters, and Vice Academy 5. She later reteamed with Fred Olen Ray in '97 for the sci-fi thriller Hybrid, where she had a steamy shower scene with Brinke Stevens. Sadly, JJ North quit making movies in 1998. We are still awaiting news of her return, but it seems highly unlikely at this point.

- Barry

Bikini Royale 2: The Right To Bare All! (2010)

Directed by Fred Olen Ray (as Nicholas Medina)

Starring Beverly Lynne, Brandin Rackley, Jayden Cole

Unrated

USA

"You were held prisoner in an Egyptian sex slave camp for...how many weeks was it?"

"Seven."

"Ah, yes...seven weeks..."

"It gave a whole new meaning to the term 'camel toe'."

Cute and witty secret agent Tanya X (Beverly Lynne) is back on her back in this sequel to 2008's Bikini Royale: Shoot To Thrill. While the latter title found Tanya X, The Girl From B.I.K.I.N.I. (The Bureau of International Knowledge Intelligence and Nonstandard Investigations) saving the world by rescuing stolen missile plans, Bikini Royale 2: The Right To Bare All!, concerns itself with Miss X going deep undercover as a prostitute at Madame Zola'a House of Tarts in order to break apart a spy ring and find out just what is happening to her disappearing prostitute peers. Yeah, it's as awesome as it sounds.

Now, I have to admit that I was a little apprehensive about watching this, as a lot of these types of films can go pear-shaped real fast. But, within moments of starting Bikini Royale 2, I found myself pleasantly surprised - even laughing. Aloud. (I know, right?)

I suppose this should come as no surprise, as the director is none other than the legendary and incredibly prolific Fred Olen Ray, who has currently made 121 movies in his career that saw it's start in the year 1971. I've never had the pleasure of actually watching any of his work prior to this, but I have definitely heard the titles (Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, anyone?) And as a bonus, if you're a "movies with the word bikini in the title" completist, this guy will keep you busy for years to come.

Bikini Royale 2 begins with Tanya X (NFL cheerleader turned Playboy playmate and erotic B-movie actress Beverly Lynne) infiltrating a hilarious looking, yet somehow kind of realistic, green-screened cabin in the North Pole to nick a copy of the book War and Pieces:

All poor Tonya has on to protect her from the harsh elements are a coat and some lacy panties, so she makes her way to the cabin to warm up and complete her mission as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, upon entering the cabin and locating the book, she finds that she is not alone. Dr. Erik Vornoff (Nick Manning), who is somehow connected to the previously mentioned spy ring, shows up right when Tonya is about to hightail it out of there with her mission accomplished, rightly wondering who the hell she is and why she's in his cabin.

Tonya quickly makes up a ridiculous story about her plane crashing and a family of polar bears guiding her to his cabin, and he eats the story up. Within moments, Dr. Vornoff has her out of her wet coat and standing before him in her sexy underthings.

Without further delay, Tonya X is "putting out like a shop-worn whore" - as her boss Mr. Shayne (Dan Golden AKA Sam Silver) earlier suggests - and spends the next 5 minutes in a strategically choreographed exercise in sanitized pornography.

Shortly after the genitalia-free lovemaking is done, Tonya attempts to sneak out with the book, but is caught by Dr. Vornoff. With one spray of her "Speepytime" perfume to the face, the doctor is knocked out cold and Tonya is on her way back to B.I.K.I.N.I. headquarters.

Upon her return, but not until after some celebratory shower masturbation, Tonya X checks in with Mr. Shayne at headquarters. It turns out that the book she recovered contains the encoded names of various enemy spies living in the US, and that they are using a brothel run by a one Madame Zola (Brandin Rackley) as an underground railroad to travel freely on American soil.

Tonya must now go back undercover (which pretty much just means putting on a pair of glasses) as a prostitute and put a stop to this un-American madness in a series of insipid silliness and hot soft-core eroticism that aren't really of much consequence as a whole, but also don't need to be because they're just so much fun to watch. Think VIP starring Pamela Anderson with a small helping of She Spies for good measure - but on a much lower budget, tons more nudity, and girls in cages(!!!) - and you'll get the vibe that Bikini Royale 2 is going for.

I couldn't manage to locate a trailer online for Bikini Royale 2, but just to give you an idea of the awkward hijinks and pun heavy tomfoolery you'll be bombarded with in a Beverly Lynn/Fred Olen Ray joint such as this, I present you with the trailer for Season 1 of the Tanya X show:

If the teaser above did it for you, you can visit Retromedia for similar titles and you can purchase this little gem from any of the fine retailers that you'll be steered towards by using your favorite search engine or whatever.

Is "Bikini Royale 2: The Right To Bare All!" silly? Yes. Is it juvenile? Of course! But, what really matters is that it teems with quirky self-awareness made all the more enjoyable to watch by the shamelessly hammy (and surprisingly competent) acting that makes it quite apparent that the cast knew exactly what they were going for. This does not appear to be accidental bad (I say "bad" with affection, of course), like so many other cult classics tend to be, but instead, bad on purpose; and Fred Olen Ray and crew actually do it right where so many others fail. As my friend The Fox would say, and I wholeheartedly concur, "Congratulations to you on that win." Congratulations, indeed.

- Jeremy Vaca

Thirteen Erotic Ghosts (2002)

Directed by Fred Olen Ray
Starring Julie Strain, Mia Zottoli, Aria Giovanni, The Porcelain Twinz
Unrated
USA 

"She died in a girl-girl orgy with the student body."
"What student body?"
"All of them."

The insanely prolific Z-flick king Fred Olen Ray has two distinct filmmaking modes. There's the "I'm making a real movie" mode - see Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers and Phantom Empire - and then there's the "I'm making a quick buck" mode - see everything else he's made, including this. Lesbian softcore is one of his quick-cash specialties, and he can wrap just about any gimmick imaginable around a handful of girl-girl scenes. In this case, he's riffing off of the success (?) of the 2001 Thirteen Ghosts reboot, adding a 3D twist to the proceedings, and tossing a generous helping of gratuitous naked Julie Strain on top. Plus a little playful twincest! Who could resist such a tasty confection?

The opening scene features a towering Strain cavorting in a kiddie pool with two identi-blondes (the Porcelain Twinz!)  and a dildo. Although she does a lot of goofy ballet moves, and the cheesy violin score sounds like something from a bad Italian restaurant, the scene is surprisingly potent, as close to hardcore as you can get without any graphic insertion. Semi-hardcore, let's say. Anyway, halfway through this lusty Sapphic threesome, a bolt of lightning shoots from the sky, strikes the dildos, and fries the lithesome ladies. The end.

No wait, it's just the beginning. Fast forward to "Many years later", where we meet disgraced ex-anchor man turned low-ball journalsit Ted Nightingale (frequent Olen Ray goofball Jay Richardson), his snarky producer Gina Dicaprio (Mia Zotolli), and a jumpy cameraman (Assault of the Party Nerds director Richard Gabai), as they are about to broadcast the first-ever televised exploration of "Waffle House", the very same finishing school where Strain and the twins were, ahem, finished so long ago. It's haunted now, you see. With sexy ghosts!

Of course, much like in the original 13 Ghosts - which was definitely lacking in the lesbian sex department, so I'm glad this one got made - they'll need special "Ghost goggles" to see the ghosts. So they put 'em on and snoop around the castle, running into various sex-spirits along the way, who either have sex with Gina or with each other. So that's pretty awesome.

Also, the twins are now punk rock cheerleader ghosts. How does that happen?

Julie Strain also pops up as Baroness Lucrezia. It's been two-hundred years to the day since she was fried alive by the electric dildo, and if she manages to have sex with the investigators, she will be released from her ghostly confines in the house. I think that's what's happening. Either that, or she just wants to bone some live meat.

Halfway through the movie, there's a 3D sex scene with the punk rock cheerleader twins and Julie Strain. Maybe. I don't have the glasses to verify this. Still, even the promise of a 3D sex scene with Julie Strain and the Porcelain Twinz seems worth the price of admission to me.

So Gina has a four-way with the ghosts, and camera-guy figures out how to shoot it (by putting the ghost-goggles over the lens, naturally), which frees all the spirits from the house, and allows Baroness and Hugo to split for England to get drunk and bone.

Clearly, F.O.R was not trying particularly hard with this one. The plot is not just flimsy, it's virtually translucent, and the castle the entire film is shot in...well, it has shag carpeting. So it's a 1974 castle. Still, there's a fully-nude lesbian softcore scene every ten minutes, the always impressive Julie Strain is topless for most of the running time, and the cast is littered with familiar faces mugging shamelessly through what is obviously a very fun afternoon for everyone involved. Boners will be popped, laughs will be had, eyes will be strained trying to get the half-assed 3D to work.

- Ken McIntyre 

Teenage Exorcist (1991)

Directed by Grant Austin Waldman
Starring Brinke Stevens, Eddie Deezen, Robert Quarry
Unrated

"Look deep into my eyes. What do you see?"
"Too much mascara?"

The first thing we probably need to address here is that there aren't actually any teenagers in this film, exorcist or otherwise. Initially, the pivotal role of the spazzy pizza boy was written for a teenage girl, but those plans were scrapped along the way, and the role went to rubber-faced doofus Eddie Deezen. This last-minute shake-up rendered the film's title useless, but the posters were already printed, so what the hell.

Teenage Exorcist was one of the few screenplays written by still in-demand 80's scream-queen Brinke Stevens. Stevens also stars in the film as nerdy, uptight grad student Diane, who rents a creaky old mansion (producer Fred Olen Ray's house, a frequent location for many of his films) from creepy Michael Berryman for $50.

Naturally, the house is haunted, in this case by the spirit of the former owner, one Baron DesSade (!). As such, as soon as Diane starts snooping around the joint, scary stuff happens. There's a snake in her closet! Or is there?  And then an invisible man squeezes the milk!

And then she eats bloody lettuce! Diane survives these initial ghostly assaults, but calls her sister Sally (Elena Sahagun, who does actually look like she could be Stevens' biological sibling) and begs her to come over and keep the frightened college girl company. And the lights go out, so she goes downstairs to the basement to hit the circuit breaker. When she gets down there, she sees Satan lurking by the furnace.

And then her sister and her dopey husband Mike (Jay Richardson, Bikini Chain Gang) drop by to check on her, and she has somehow transformed into a lingerie-clad, man-eating vixen.

Sally assumes Diane's blood sugar is off, and offers to make some guacamole, which seems a little random. Diane uses the opportunity to hit on Mike, but he manages to wriggle out of her silky web of seduction. Then Diane grabs a chainsaw and chases her sister around with it.

And then Sally goes to take a shower and Satan scrubs her back.

Eventually, Sally and Mike figure out what's happening. They call a priest (Robert Quarry), but he accidentally turns Diane into a dog. And then she goes down to the cellar and transforms into a leather-clad dominatrix. Unsure of how to proceed, the priest calls the monsignor, but accidentally calls a pizza place instead. Dopey pizza boy Eddie (Deezen) shows up with $50 worth of pies, and they dupe him into fighting the demon.

She takes him downstairs and introduces him to Satan, They seem to get along ok. But Satan wants to sacrifice Eddie so that he can live forever, and he bashes pizza boy on the skull. Long story short, Diane ends up having slipper-sex with him, so he is useless for a virgin sacrifice. Satan decides to go with Mike instead, even though he's not a virgin. Might as well. A not-so-epic battle between good and evil - complete with a handful of zombies - ensues.

True, Teenage Exorcist lacks a plot, has no production values, and appears to have been thrown together in one afternoon. But it also boasts a very likeable cast, moves along with speedfreak abandon, and features a fully-ripe Brinke Stevens in revealing clothing for nearly all of it's running time. If you've seen any of Fred Olen Ray's other films - Evil Toons, Star Slammer, Bikini Drive-in, etc - than you know exactly what to expect here. Mindless 80's VHS-style trash, perfect for a lazy afternoon of poppin' boners and cheap laughs.

- Ken McIntyre

Bikini Drive In (1995)

Directed by Fred Olen Ray
Starring Ashlie Rhey, Sarah Bellomo, Nikki Fritz
Rated R
USA

"I'm gonna take you to jail. I might also shoot your friend. But first, I'm gonna get a Coke."

When you think of all the garbage that's been dumped on DVD over the years, it's a tragedy that Olen Ray's magnum opus Bikini Drive-in is still awaiting it's digital rebirth. An amiable, everybody-wins homage to goofy 70's T&A flicks, Bikini Drive-in packs the screen with cult-star cameos, wall-to-wall breast-baring, and a barrel full of groan-worthy gags. It is literally all you could possibly ask for in a B movie, and it probably only cost Fred about fifty bucks to make. He's returned to the bikini well many times since, and will most likely continue to do so, but with this one, his heart really appeared to be into it. In fact, this could almost pass for a particularly saucy entry in the 60's beach party series.

As our story opens, Kim (Ashlie Rhey) and her best friend Carrie (Sarah Bellomo) are sunbathing, topless, on the beach, and contemplating what to do with their summer.
"We could get jobs," Kim suggests.
"Get real!" Says Carrie.

They're not the most productive bimbos on the beach, these two.
Luckily, fate intervenes in the shape of a shlubby lawyer, who stomps up to our half-naked heroines with good-ish news. Seems Kim's grandpa, who died a month before, left her his business, a creaky old drive-in just outside of LA. And, just like that, she's a business owner.
"What am I supposed to do with a drive in?" She asks Grandpa's lawyer. Seeing as it's 1995, a good fifteen years after most drive-ins went bust, it's a reasonable question.

The El Monte is a once-glorious Ozoner that's gone to seed. Kim and Carrie (wearing impossibly high-waisted Levis) go to check the old place out. At first it appears abandoned but then Oscar (Ed Wood alumni Conrad Brooks), the weird old projectionist, pops open a creaky window and hands her the keys to the joint.
"Now that you're here, things will run much better," he tells her. But what does he know?

Meanwhile (there's always a meanwhile in these things), a ruthless land developer, JB Winston (exploitation legend David F Friedman) has been buying up every piece of land around the drive in to build a Super Mall. The shabby old El Monte is the only bit of property that he doesn't own. Grandpa wouldn't sell it to him. After hearing about Kim's inheritance, Winston dispatches his two old-school stooges, Harry (Ross Hagen, Satan's Sadists) and Carl (Peter Spellos, Dinosaur Island), and his young, business-minded son Brian (Richard Gabai, director of Assault of the Party Nerds and Virgin High) to try and 'gently persuade' her to sell.

So while that's going on, Kim's arguing with her blockhead boyfriend Darryl (George Cost, who's hairline recedes practically to the back of his head) about helping her fix up the drive in ("It's summertime, babe. I got stuff to do") while Carrie bones her boyfriend in a hot tub upstairs. By the way, softcore hot tub bonings are generally pretty lame, but I must tell you, Bellomo fakes it quite well. This might be the hottest softcore hot tub boning ever. Anyway, Darryl storms out, which makes Kim cry.
"How can you do this to me?" She whines. "I gave you the best three months of my life!"

Soldiering on despite her broken heart, Kim starts her first day as the new owner of the El Monte, and finds out that her grandfather was $25.000 in debt with the bank. If she doesn't come up with the money in three days, she loses the drive-in. Kim finds out from her two geeky employees Tom (Tom Shell, Surf Nazis Must Die) and Susan (softcore legend Nikki Fritz, dressed in a dowdy library-nerd get-up) that the drive-in averages about fifty bucks a night, but she still thinks spit-shining the joint might save the day.

Carrie calls up her sorority sisters (who else?), who show up in Daisy Dukes to help out during the classic 80's style cleaning-the-place-up montage. Somebody pulls out a hose, and naturally, the girls end up wrestling around topless.

Brian and the boys show up to put the pressure on Kim, but she sends them packing, feeling confident that everything's going to work out just fine.

Despite the makeover, no one shows up for the Friday night showing of The Wilderness Gang. Dejected, Kim strolls solemnly along the beach in the dark, searching for answers. Brian shows up and professes his love for Kim, and tells her wants to help, regardless of what his dad wants. And so they make out on the beach and, after a few seagulls close-ups, they end up at Kim's, where they make sweet 80's love, providing you with ample opportunity to ogle Rhey's hard plastic Frankenboobs.

The next morning, Brian takes over as creative director at the El Monte. He tosses out all the family films and digs through the archives, promising a quadruple feature of blood n' boobs epics like Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, I was a Teenage Tree, The Apeman Cometh, and Sorority Sister Slaughterouse.

And then he books a guest celebrity to make an appearance: scream queen Dyanne Lynn (real-life scream queen Michelle Bauer). Of course, you can't just get a scream queen of Lynn's stature to show up at your ratty drive-in, so Brian lies and tells her he's from 'Hollywood Tonight', and that they've planned an 'extravaganza' for her. She does not know what extravaganza means, but likes the sound of it, and when Brian tells her that the President of the United States will be there - he's a big fan - how can she say no?

You may be wondering, with all of this nonsense going on, where, exactly, the bikinis come in. Well, Brian's got that covered, too. He hires Candy (Becky Lebeau, Joyticks, Hollywood Hot Tubs) and Mandy (Tane McClure, Death Spa) to drum up business. In bikinis.

Mandy visits local FM DJ Randy Rocket (director Fred Olen Ray), and after nearly choking him with her oversized bra, he agrees to promote the drive-in on the air. When she gets back, Brian hands out bikinis to all the girls - including Kim, Carrie, and Susan - and gives Tom a rubber monster suit to wear.

Oh, and if you're wondering: the Nikki Fritz transformation is, indeed, awesome.

And so, the El Monte is transformed to Bikini Drive-in. Mandy and Candy go-go dance on the marquee platform while the sorority sisters take tickets dressed in itty-bitty bathing suits and Kim, Carrie and Susan - all half-naked, of course - run the concession stand.

On screen, a non-stop orgy of pure trash, including trailers for wish-they-were-real Z-epics like "Gator Babes" and "Goliath Versus the Cheerleaders" (starring Hercules himself, Gordon Mitchell!), and in the crowd, all manner of weirdo and cult hero, including Forrest J Ackeman, who nearly blows up his car with bug repellent from 1964, and Claire Polan (Angel's Wild Women), as his date. There's also a horse clopping around, for whatever reason, plus what looks like a very playful biker gang.

At one point, Mandy dances on the hood of some dude's car while cartoons are projected on her chest, and afterward, she wails on Carl (who is now in the monster suit) and then douses him in gasoline. Oh, and Susan and Tom make sweet love while covered in loops of film. Essentially, it's every cult-film geek's wildest fantasy come true.

The money starts rolling in, and it looks like Kim might just get to keep the drive-in after all.

But then Harry and JP and crooked ol' Sheriff Bloodstone (Steve Barkett) show up to bust the party up. Will they succeed in bringing down Bikini Drive-in?

Not likely. Everybody knows villainous land developers and crooked cops are no match for well-intentioned trash film fans, bubble-headed bikini girls, and Conrad Brooks.

Quite possibly Fred Olen Ray's greatest moment, Bikini Drive-in is well worth the effort it will take to dig it up from the VHS graveyard. Funny, warm, sexy and weird, it's an affectionate tribute to a bygone era that will have you pining for the good ol' days of drive-ins, monster-flicks, and big-haired girls in acid-wash jeans, whether you've actually lived through them, or not.

Thanks for this one, Fred.

Availability: Bikini Drive-in is available on VHS.

- Ken McIntyre