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TO BE OR TO HAVE BEEN # 3
by BBJane Hudson

He very nearly that Edmund Purdom (1924-2009) became a Hollywood Ministar . He almost hard in the first half of the 50s, when the MGM specialized roles in last-minute replacements stars woozy or capricious ( Mario LANZA hoarse for The Student Prince, Marlon BRANDO puzzle balls The Egyptian for ) within kitscheries-biblical epic ( The Prodigal Son). In the midst of a promising career (or start of a beautiful career disappointing), he had the bad idea to bite Tyrone Power his wife Linda CHRISTIAN (the mother of Romina ), which triggered the ire of journalists and other gossips Jaseux appointees, and greatly interfered with his friendly image ripolin fop (as DeLuxe) to which Jehovah's damn without confession.

With this indignity, he rallied Italy, land of asylum moribund premature celebrity Rican (specify, however, that this man was of British nationality), where it relustra its image in much epics, historical adventure films and westerns. Advised the producers Alpine entrusted him most often dark roles felons, unlike their counterparts in Hollywood who had not got it that its physical ACCORT but a bit flabby conceals underlying villainy. For more delight of Boney M. (then rompers), we saw even Rasputin, the peasant enfroqué tringleur and elder, with long hair, beards, greasy smile and Mephistophelian rod under the cassock.

But it is from the '80s that his career is actually drinkable. Probably tired of movies but honest purring cachetonnait where he is fully participating in the zone Z, and appeared in such classics as are the invalidity Horrible (he plays a priest hunter of serial-killer), Raiders of the lost gold and Ator the Invincible. Already in 1974, he joined the dazzling distribution ( Rossano Brazzi, Michael Dunn , Gordon MITCHELL ) of indescribably cheesy Frankenstein's Castle, after a detour in Jesus Franco ( Captain 15 years , Los Ojos del doctor Orloff siniestros ). In 1984, he proudly asserted his immoderate love for cinema glaucous going behind the camera to make Do not Open Till Christmas , sordid story of murderer Santas, as the facetious critic and bookseller Norbert Moutier once described me as a top putrid gore, which made me salivate like a beast for years, until I am advised, by discovering the film he was fiercely harmless.

The real choice morsel that filmography is croquignolesque end The Sadist Chainsaw , éclaboussanglante production conducted by the English pataphysician despite him Juan Piquer Simon . Purdom plays the title role (I know I should not say, because it breaks the suspense, also absent from this perilous masterpiece), the headmaster of a campus with the annoying habit of dismember his staff and his students at Black & Decker shots. Like any self respecting psycho, the guy has a serious excuse to justify his actions - indeed, this is the original trauma most dismaying of all the history of the slasher : as a child, his mother caught putting together a puzzle of a nude woman , She yelled sharply, and he replied by breaking in the hatchet! Since then he has constantly replenish its damn puzzle, and it employs by slicing his entourage, which assembles the members taken in a worthy rival of Dr. Frankenstein.

Having piqued the title of this post to Dan Brady, who wrote a hilarious review of the movie in Starfix No. 11 (January 1983), I feel authorized to continue the pumpback: "A future victim waiting elevator. comes the killer, whose face betrays no madness particular. The rash does not suspicious. And yet ... What does one remark vaguely, when the pair enters the cage? A chainsaw is steaming mad that the stashed behind his back. And the other idiot who looks up and casually follows the flight of a fly, whistling ... Pretty daring, though. "

In the excerpt that I propose, dear Edmund's partner Linda Day George , including, for also mention Dan Brady, "face shrunken head reduced over a terrified a bunch of nobodies in the U.S., gender Day of the Animals fire GIRDLE or Mortuary , a psycho-killer aberrant where the madman kills his victims with a sort of broom john . "

The George

The film also brings Paul Smith, of the maton bastonneur Midnight Express , Christopher GEORGE, the spouse of the head reduced and the great Jack TAYLOR, Trans-bis pillar movies and favorite actor Jess FRANCO. All star cast of as he loves Valentine ...

Enjoy! ...

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MAIL OF HEART # 2
by Valentine Deluxe

It is said that "love is blind" that "to err is human" ... Me, I will, but you must admit that some still push the cork a little too far ...
If ever doubt remained at one or the other St. Thomas had interfered stealthily into our beloved readership, the blinding light of the evidence can only prevail in the minds of skeptics, past the example that follows. (I warn you all the same courtesy as rebels and aporetic, I matte shots crowbar!)
To illustrate the good sense of my remarks, I propose now to dissect for you the flaws and other internal problems of one of the most mismatched couples in the history of cinema since .... I do not know me ... Professor Unrat been saying and Lola-Lola ...

Professor Unrat and Lola-Lola

To do this, are polling blithely sentimental setbacks of the jet set US-Yankee.
do you mean, 'why? "... You would have preferred the quarterback Worldists Liege steel basin, perhaps? ... No but, frankly, you have many views? ... Do I have a head full of stuff I Dardenne brothers ???...
Since this is exploring the upper reaches contested, with the patience of socio-archaeologist dust suppressant three thousand years of sediment deposits in small brushstrokes maniacs, your Valentine sweetheart, using his encyclopedic knowledge on the subject, will bring you back on the green acres of the disaster movie - the real The one and only, the 70s, as I've already extolled in every possible way since the opening of our magnificent Palace of the excessively good taste.
(Allow me a slight digression - once will not hurt - but I find the term "blog" from the last common! Furthermore, it swears horribly with the majesty and the haughty grace of the masters of this place. So now, if you wish, we will say "Excessive Palace of Good Taste" is okay? - And remember that I still have my crowbar if there are refractory to the proposal ...)

After the crowbar, the shears!

But be careful, level cataclysm in Technicolor, to find the rare bird, that is to say, one who combines parade of stars from another age, but opulent decor kitschounés, emotional entanglements and worthy Collection Harlequin is sometimes a bit more complicated than it seems. Indeed, there are appearances deceptive and road disasters Hollywood high amplitude being strewn with obstacles and pitfalls, let us beware of smoke and mirrors! A film like
International Hotel, for example, has to face all the qualifications: a cast "all stars" delicious "too much" made up of a couple on the verge of a breakdown in the city as to the screen ( BURTON / TAYLOR ), a terrible ham cachetonnant to finance his next film Unfinished (Orson Welles ), the female impersonator Michel Simon ( wonderful Margaret Rutherford ), and the role of secretary in love with his frigid bastard boss who-really-like-to- Rod TAYLOR , the always delightful pinch Maggie Smith.
All in the VIP lounge while toupee and Formica of a major international airport paralyzed by a fog to cut the cake server, you must admit it's tempting!

Hotel International ( Anthony Asquith, 1963)

But: problem! ... A grain of sand just seize the beautiful and opulent mechanics: the end credits arrive before anyone had ever decided to get on this n * ** D *** of **** of **** **** my airplane!
And what is more hopeless than a disaster movie without catastrophe??
... what? how? what say you? ...
"A disaster movie with Alain Delon ? ... It's not true!
(That was just a reminder finely in passing that you do not cut one day or another, it will be necessary that I speak of Airport 80 Concorde !)
So, believe my experience in this area, better play sure values.
For example, a pelloche that title proudly and unabashedly The Castaways of the 747, it does not disappoint. There you can go there with eyes closed (well, not complete, because otherwise you will not see anything, and you may even take you an unexpected obstacle in the middle of pear.)
With a title like that, I said one feels that the producers, led the most altruistic of intentions, wanted fill the spectators, adventure, would come to push the door of room throwing their babies.
And I imagine the brainstorming session to get there:
"Okay, so guys, what a card lately? "
" Uh ... The Poseidon Adventure and 747 in peril, boss! "
" Okay, fine. So let's run a 747 in the open ocean. It is filled with has-beens does not cost us too much, and it goes like this! "
" Well boss! "Good thing
loufiat the service has not recalled of revenue and actuarial The Towering Inferno at honcho, otherwise they would have more fucking fire this poor cuckoo!

So, imagine the following situation: The Boeing 747 private
a (very very) wealthy art collector, chock full of old glories of the Age Gold (Olivia de HAVILLAND and Joseph Cotten ) and peoples of the moment, is diverted by some nasty hijackers, who, by dint of doing skimming above the triangle Bermuda to escape radar eventually cause the precious toy under the waves, including crew and passengers (yes, they stayed in the airport as International Hotel, it would not help my business ...) And as if all
these brave people did not have enough troublemakers, they have to stuff extra couple of crises dramaqueenesques most intolerable and most unlikely ever spawned by a syndicated writer, probably ethyl addiction at the time of writing the script .
Those two, how do you say? ... It's like a marriage of carp and rabbit, Saint Vincent de Paul and Folcoche, Mahatma Gandhi would have a crony of the Marquise Brinvilliers or Abbe Pierre in love with Mao's widow. Should not be
fakir to guess at first glance that such a combination does not work.

Abbe Pierre & Mao's widow

Obviously, production - blessed as it is - has not used the last of bumpkins to annoy us with as much pleasure during 2h15. So we right, please:
1) a side, Christopher Lee in the role of dignity trampled draped in the trappings of the martyr, sissy and whiny as no one would have never believed it - presumably to buy virgin sacrificed countless nights of full moon on the altar of Hammer ...
2) of the other, to embody the cyanide capsule in a skirt, to the sublime Lee Grant, then in a period "ultra-camp", because this chain performance by the equally aquatic enjoyment of auntie of the Antichrist in Damien: The Curse 2 , and will go right after romp with killer bees African The Inevitable disaster (which carries the title so French!)
You must admit that this kind of duo has enough to whet our appetites on paper! But in real life is even better ... Finally, I wanted to say "even worse! "...

Christopher Lee Grant

Well, now I loop (whew!), And send the exhibits:

Exhibit No. 1

Exhibit No. 2

10 meters below the water surface, it continues!
Former vampire ladies insists her halo before the end credits, while the harpy to brushing waterproof we played it either with you or without you. "
I never managed to decide which of the two I most want to return a wad pif-home ...

Fortunately, when all hope seemed lost, a woman of common sense will do what everyone is waiting impatiently for this shrew has reduced its mill in the bulk had . And for this act
public safety, I propose the canonization of presto Brenda VACCARO .

... So be it!

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GOOD ADVICE FOR VALENTINE # 7
by Valentine Deluxe

The plume (I hope you understand now!) Is a battle of all time ... And if this aphorism has not yet imposed on you since you frequent this blog, then I give up all hope of ever seeing you reach the strata of the circle very glamorous Real Big Ladies closed ... Too bad for you, it is not Army Hi, here! ... So
, and only for those that follow, we know it is not a phase of our existence where, as scathing and compelling a shot out of wire hanger on the buttocks of Christina CRAWFORD The agonizing dilemma arises:

... with or without flag?

Christina and mom (which is more arched?)

While in some cases ( here, there, or there ), the question does not even arise - such as foaming at the lips of Mr. Pavlov dog , GDA (Great Lady Attitude) automatically engages with the efficiency and speed of the Swiss police when she decides she has to stop Polish directors semi-bedridden on the tarmac of the airport - sometimes it can be caught short against this or that unforeseen situation.
We'll spend a simulation much more subtle and politicized that the use of an escalator or cremation of a cibiche:
... the class struggle!

already - and I feel I'll fatten (sic) a corner (at least the nasty language that would reproach me to be more often than my bad side the barricade, and I fall somewhere between politically Pinochet and Hitler ) -, know that it is not necessary to perform this feat, being born in the mouth with a silver spoon punched Christofle in !
Nay! ... Consider the following example ...
On one side you have Ms. von Schiller.
Mummified from head to toe in dumpers lace and fine beads of Bruges (oops! ... Time for me was the opposite !...), wicked as a louse, and although it has as we say (well, especially for me) "sewn Broque ass", he finds that in addition, she is a thief like a magpie.
No need to spend three hours doing thesis, antithesis and synthesis: it is a bitch of a compet ', it, is not no doubt ...
The last hours of a life that one can imagine any circumstances in pumps and it's going to make it as miserable as possible those of her companion, a Miss Bauwers. And this lady
Bauwers is the enemy!
Physics ungrateful hatchet and brave without a penny in my pocket, one could believe little weight level corresponding to shut up his mistress poison.
Especially when it is embodied with glee (and a plume !...) Bette Davis wonderfully enhanced by the incredible toilets out of the imagination of Anthony Powell.
By the way, for your edification, that master in frills and flounces swept for the occasion one of three Oscars that will brighten up since then, his mantel - reward more than legitimate for the sumptuous creations that transform this whodunit from the traditional (or even dusty and gossip) in a fashion show of the most dazzling.
Sure to go trudge through the desert on camels, elegance level, it still has another face that the bad taste of Spotted Parakeets SEX AND THE CITY 2 (I novenas every night praying for them to stop there, and we commit not developed a new album! ... well, we are not immune to misfortune !...)

Only - and to follow, do not forget to link with the beginning of the preceding paragraph, under pain of dipping slab that in my development - is a bone in the blender ... a bone of its kind "large model" ...
At this level, it is even more bone is straightforwardly a Tyrannosaurus skeleton, as it turns out that to interpret that which we would already be tempted to call "that poor Miss Bauwers, the producers have not done either in the bottom of the barrel, and it Maggie Smith, the prima donna of the English stage, which will don the gloves and climb in the ring!
What makes the scene less than two birds (of prey) share tooth and nail, brief as it is, turns into fireworks with by way of flares, a whole anthology of Garcerie high-flying and other sweets to arsenic, which, of course all shots are allowed, especially the lowest!

Bette & Mag

Now, open your Portuguese, and above all, remember: there are a few nasties that can still serve at a dinner in town, if you had never back down ... from ...?
see ... PANACHE! (Pfffff!)