One Of Us


Tod Browning’s Freaks is the masterpiece that kiboshed his career, which had been on a hot streak with a series of Lon Chaney films and of course the original Dracula. A carny himself, Browning had an affection for sideshow performers and wanted to portray them as just as human, as beautiful and flawed as anybody else, in a film. And he did. Freaks is full of wonderful characters: Schlitze the Pinhead, Siamese twins Daisy and Violet Hilton, Johnny Eck the half man, dwarf Angelo Rossitto (who had a lifelong career in film) Prince Randian and so many more, all of them full of humor and warmth. Freaks came straight from the heart. Unfortunately, MGM and most of the world just weren’t ready for such a unique, striking, powerful film. It was banned, shelved, shunned, just like the sideshow folk themselves…but was eventually rescued by the roadshow exploitation circuit and later gained its proper place in cinema as a beloved midnight cult movie…



The Order Of Death


Martial Club aka Instructors Of Death is one of my favorite classic Shaw Brothers kung fu movies (you longtime sickies know how much I’ve dug the Shaw Bros ever since I was a wee lad)…it begins with a spectacular, colorful and exuberant celebration which culminates in a battle between guys dressed in animal costumes similar to the Chinese New Year dragon. The plot is simple, the usual rivalry between two kung fu schools…which is just a framework for many set pieces of excellent kung fu and comedy…Star Gordon Liu (36th Chamber Of Shaolin) is a master of both. There’s a great scene where he fights a guy in a blind alley that gets narrower the deeper you get into it. The Shaw Brothers always delivered the goods in thoroughly entertaining and innovative ways…


Mojo In The Dojo


Brought to you by the folks who made Enter The Dragon, Black Belt Jones introduces its hero (real-life Martial Arts master Jim Kelly) in one of the most outrageous, over-the-top, high-flying, ass-whooping, nut-pummeling fight sequences ever…and it only gets better from there. Jones must use his skills to protect Pop’s (Scatman Crothers…it’s a treat to actually see the voice of Hong Kong Phooey kick some ass) karate school from black gangster Pinky and the Mafia. (The mob always seem to be involved in blaxploitation flicks…perhaps as a symbol of the underhanded, ruthless tactics of the white establishment?) Not that he necessarily needs it, but he gets help from the glorious Gloria Hendry as Sydney, who is gorgeous, headstrong and is no slouch when it comes to Martial Arts herself. There are so many priceless, quotable lines in this movie and amazing fight sequences…especially the “lights out” scene…Black Belt Jones is just wall-to-wall fun…


He’s A Complicated Man


Who’s the black private dick that’s a sex machine to all the chicks? Shaft wasn’t the first blaxploitation flick (most folks cite Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song) but it’s probably the most famous…due in no small part to the fact that it was released by MGM and had an award-winning soundtrack by Isaac Hayes…Its witty, action-packed script and Richard Roundtree’s cool, confident, suave performance helped make it not only a huge hit that proved blaxploitation was bankable but a timeless classic of hardboiled detective cinema that still holds up today…


Harlem Scuffle


Anyone who’s seen more than one blaxploitation flick knows that they run the gamut from the serious, respectable consciousness-raising kind to the balls-out ridiculous…The Guy From Harlem certainly falls into the latter category…It’s quite possibly the cheapest, most amateurish of all…with its cramped and generic sets…Wildman Steve speaking every line at a volume that would make Redd Foxx and Rudy Ray Moore cover their ears…the guy who has so much trouble remembering his lines that his dialogue has pregnant pauses that rival William Shatner’s…Funniest of all though, is the fight choreography…you won’t believe how hilariously lame the fights are…All of which adds to The Guy From Harlem’s homemade charm…


Sleaze 101


American Grindhouse is the consummate comprehensive documentary on the history of exploitation cinema, taking us all the way from Thomas Edison’s first films to 30’s roadshow cautionary melodramas, to juvenile delinquent flicks, beach party wackiness, blaxploitation outrageousness, Nazi shenanigans, schlocky horror picture shows…all the way up to the present day retro homages like Tarantino/ Rodriguez’s Grindhouse and Michael Jai White as Black Dynamite. It’s like an entire film course in one movie…not just informative but thrilling and funny as hell…Can you dig it? 


She’s Dynamite


Diana “T.N.T.” Jackson (Jeanne Bell) goes to Hong Kong in search of her brother Stack…only to discover he’s been murdered by a local dope cartel of kung fu enthusiast lowlives. Luckily, she just happens to be a kung fu expert herself…between that and her feminine wiles, it’s fairly easy for her to infiltrate the evil cabal…which of course leads to oodles of  kung fu fighting and gratuitous nudity (no stretch for Bell, who was a Playboy playmate in October of ’69) some simultaneously, such as the scene where she battles a room full of thugs in nothing but a pair of black panties. Bell is a good actress, affecting a hard-bitten-yet-vulnerable persona…and she handles the kung fu choreography pretty convincingly as well. Oh and by the way…apparently the script was co-written by ubiquitous “that guy” for Roger Corman pictures, the great Dick Miller…