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Written by James M. Tate / 11/29/2024 / No comments / action , adventure , al adamson , biff yeager , blaxploitation , chia essie lin , jim kelly , karate , seventies , spy

JIM KELLY IN AL ADAMSON'S SPY BLAXPLOITATION 'BLACK SAMURAI'

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JIM KELLY IN AL ADAMSON'S SPY BLAXPLOITATION 'BLACK SAMURAI'

Jim Kelly and Chia Essie Lin in Al Adamson's BLACK SAMURAI Year: 1976 Rating: **** After Jim Kelly's Agent Robert Sand alias BLACK...

JIM KELLY VS HAROLD SAKATA IN AL ADAMSON'S 'DEATH DIMENSION'

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JIM KELLY VS HAROLD SAKATA IN AL ADAMSON'S 'DEATH DIMENSION'

Jim Kelly in Al Adamson's DEATH DIMENSION Year: 1978 Rating: *** Any movie featuring Jim Kelly is an unrelated homage to ENTER THE DRAGO...

LON CHANEY TRIPLE-FEATURE EXPLOITATION HORROR HOWLERS

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>Unsung Scream Queen Connie Nelson circa 1971 Score: **</u></td></tr>
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<u>DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN</u>: The
 worst thing about this super-low-budget Al Adamson monster-mash doozy... involving monologue-driven 
mad-scientist J.  Carrol Naish working out of a carnival fun-house with 
an axe-wielding  idiot man-child Lon Chaney, sent to kill women for 
experiments to give  his other employee, a brooding Count Dracula, 
eternal life...<br>
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All the  while reanimating Frankenstein's monster who 
resembles a melted  cabbage... is that it can be quite boring with 
tedious bouts of dialogue,  spouted mostly by two love-struck heroes: a 
man helping his new  girlfriend (after pictured beauty Connie Nelson's killed with Gary Kent) to find her lost sister and eventually 
happening upon... everything mentioned, plus Adamson's SATAN'S SADIST biker leader Russ Tamblyn returning on wheels. But, somehow, it can be 
surprisingly involving too.  And really, really awful... but that's a 
given.<br>

al adamson, beverly garland, connie nelson, creature, cult, exploitation, fifties, horror, j. carrol naish, jack hill, lon chaney jr., monster, regina carrol, seventies, sid haig, thriller

LON CHANEY TRIPLE-FEATURE EXPLOITATION HORROR HOWLERS

Unsung Scream Queen Connie Nelson circa 1971 Score: ** DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN : The worst thing about this super-low-budget Al Adamso...

ANOTHER BLOODY BAGFUL OF ECLECTIC HORROR

al adamson, candy clark, connie nelson, cult, eighties, exploitation, gary kent, horror, jennifer connelly, lon chaney jr., michael caine, oliver stone, pamela sue martin, sequel, seventies, tim matheson

ANOTHER BLOODY BAGFUL OF ECLECTIC HORROR

Pictured: Connie Nelson Year: 1971 DRACULA VS FRANKENSTEIN: Here's an Al Adamson directed b-movie so tailor made for a drive-in the...

Written by James M. Tate / 1/05/2014 / No comments / al adamson , exploitation , robert dix , seventies

ROBERT DIX RETURNS TO FIVE BLOODY GRAVES

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Dix Interview</td></tr>
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<i>The exploitation Western, FIVE BLOODY GRAVES, written, produced and starring Robert Dix, directed by Al Adamson and co-starring Scott Brady and John Carradine… while not the vision Robert had in mind, is a compelling, action-packed movie just the same… And it stands out, being that the entire film, long before THE BOOK THIEF, was narrated by none other than the Grim Reaper…</i><br />
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<b><u>ROBERT DIX:</u></b> It’s  the first time that Adamson and I worked together. What happened was I  wrote the original screenplay which was very different than what ended  up on the screen for several different reasons: One of them was Al fell  in love with the leading lady and was very distracted, but the other  was, we were on short money and I had some good faith money and Al met  my bucks and we opened up an account, and we produced the movie, the  Western, originally called THE LONELY MAN.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Director Al Adamson</td></tr>
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I  researched a gunfighter from the American West name of Ben Thompson,  and this is based on a true story of Ben. But what happened was there we  were in Utah… Monument Valley and Goblin Valley… Some of that scenery  that you saw in the Western… But there was coverage lacking in some of  the scenes, and by the time they got back in the editing room in  Hollywood… the character… the stream of consciousness of the voice of  Death, Gene Raymond, was added…<br />
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It was kind of a stream-of-consciousness or narrative track that was  needed and the theme of what they eventually called FIVE BLOODY GRAVES  was that everybody, with the exception of Thompson, met their death by  the end of the story so it was kind of like the consciousness that was  expected by the audience as people met their demise throughout the  story… It was a “gag” that worked well.<br />
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<i>The entire Robert Dix interview can be found on podcast form, so go and google away... And for lots more about his career you can purchase his book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out-Hollywood-Bob-Dix/dp/098224360X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388978761&sr=8-1&keywords=out+of+hollywood+dix">OUT OF HOLLYWOOD</a>... Robert Dix and his friend, actor/stuntman <a href="http://www.cultfilmfreaks.com/2010/03/gary-kent-retrospective.html">Gary Kent</a> are very important to the cult/film/freak universe, forever and always. </i>

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ROBERT DIX RETURNS TO FIVE BLOODY GRAVES

Robert Dix Interview The exploitation Western, FIVE BLOODY GRAVES, written, produced and starring Robert Dix, directed by Al Adamson and...

Written by James M. Tate / 11/13/2013 / 1 Comment / adam roarke , al adamson , exploitation , gary kent , jack nicholson , jazz score

GARY KENT: THRILL-KILLS, SADISTS, SCHOOLGIRLS & PSYCH-OUTS

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Kent Interview</td></tr>
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<i>GARY KENT is an actor, director, producer, stuntman and author who appeared in a number of classic cult films including THE THRILL KILLERS, THE FOREST, SATAN'S SADISTS and SCHOOLGIRLS IN CHAINS... </i><br />
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<i>Our first adventure takes us to the Roger Corman produced Richard Rush directed hippie  drive-in flick from the sixties, PSYCH-OUT...</i><br />
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<i>Centering on the exploits of  a band with members played by Jack Nicholson and Adam Roarke, who wind up connecting with the likes of Dean Stockwell, Bruce Dern, Henry Jaglom, a young Garry Marshall, and of course, our subject Gary Kent, playing a junkyard thug...</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack and Gary Fade</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How was it working with a then non-famous Jack Nicholson?</span></span><br />
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Working  with Jack was a pleasure. He was always dead serious about his work,  and at the time I met him he was in mid-thirties, did not drink or smoke  (except for pot). He was not a huggy-feely kinda guy, nor was he a  prima-donna... he didn't hang with cast and crew much after the day's  shoot, he was always holed up in his room with some good homegrown and a  beautiful lady... when I first met him, that beautiful lady was his  wife, Sandy.<br />
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He  was competitive... a good sport, and was also co-producer on the first  two films I worked with him on (The Shooting, Ride In The Whirlwind).  Jack always seemed very sure of himself as an actor... and more or less  private person off the set, except for a few close, close friends.<br />
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One  of those friends was actor John Hackett... with whom I became close  friends, and John was instrumental in my securing a few gigs doubling  Robert Vaughn on The Man From Uncle television series. Small world....</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How about the late Adam Roarke? </span></span><br />
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Adam  Roarke was one of the guys. He was hardwired, and lived and performed  pretty much out there on the edge. He came from a humble, even  hardscrabble Bronx family... he learned to fight early in life – "on the  block." Later he fought in the Golden Gloves competition and did quite  well.<br />
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Adam was also very outgoing, could party hearty, but, like Jack, took the work seriously, no matter how raucous the film.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What were some of highlights behind and in front of the camera?</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Kent</td></tr>
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Well,  I had a whole bunch of things I was in charge of, so each day was a  challenge for me in some way, mostly in effects, figuring out how to  give the script and director Richard Rush, what they wanted to see on  the screen, but not CGI... this (the fire trips) had to go from reality,  segue into a bad trip on acid, fire becoming the main threat, real and  imagined, segue into our heroine coming out of the trip on the Golden  Gate Bridge and how to double Dean Stockwell in the car hit sequence  that kills him. Whew! Then I had to coordinate the stunts, work 'em out with Richard, then hire the guys and get down with it.<br />
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As  to how I played my scene with Jack...I knew Jack would likely  under-play his character at first, before letting hi explode in the  fight, so I decided to underlay my character also, this seeming lack of  physical threat with only implied violence, vocally....until the real  stuff begins....<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And what was the most intense stunt?</span></span><br />
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Well, that would have been when I doubled  Bruce Dern coming through the skylight at the art museum... after I  broke through the glass, I saw the balustrade I was to swing to was a  little farther that I had realized. There were no pads below me to fall  on if I lost my grip, or missed my landing point... as the camera and  crew were directly below, shooting straight up.... when I did the swing,  I barely made it over the balustrade... doesn't look like much on film,  but for me, a miss would have meant a crushed skull, for sure, and very  possibly a bad attitude!<br />
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<i>In the 1969 Al Adamson biker flick SATAN'S SADISTS,  a group of hog-riding thugs roll into a small town and turn over a cafe  where, besides the owner and a waitress is a tough Vietnam-vet marine,  played by GARY KENT, and a seasoned cop (Scott Brady) and his wife who'd  given the marine a lift: and here's where they end up, now having to  deal with the lethal Sadists, or die...</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How was it working with Scott Brady in SATAN’S SADISTS? </span></span><br />
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Well,  I had worked with Scott Brady before, and liked and respected him very  much. He was also one of my heroes when I was sneaking off to movies  while still in school and dreaming of becoming an actor. So, being able  to work with him again was a joy.<br />
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The scene itself was  cool... I thought Scott was great as the tough cop with a chance at he  and his wife finally getting some slack. I mean, here we were, in the  desert, beautiful day... doing what we all liked to do. Pleasant  feelings in the acting whirlpool...<br />
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Then,  to have it culminate in that scene in the cafe... where we are  immediately confronted by the thug bikers... tough, it would seem, for  anyone to handle... now, it is a tribute to our acting that Scott and I  didn't do some major ass-whupping, as we were not the type of guys to  let that happen... but, we were acting, and that ass whupping stuff  wasn't in the script...<br />
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It also was a good example of  how "just going along, and maybe they will leave us alone" mostly does  not work. My credo had always been, if you are gonna move, do it soon,  fast, and heavy as all hell...or you lose...<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Any other recollections of the shoot?</span></span><br />
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I  was disappointed that I was not more charming in the film, didn't smile  more...but then, producer Sam Sherman told me "remember...you do not  have a lot to smile about!"<br />
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At night, after the martini  shot, Scott and I and Bob Dix would meet in Bud Cardos' room for drinks  before dinner. Bud had whipped up a marvelous pate' that, munched on a  Ritz cracker, tasted great... until we found out it was freshly killed  and skinned rattlesnake...<br />
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And  after dinner, there was much singing of "the old songs" and a lot of  raunchy joke telling. It was very eerie for me to return years later as a  witness for the prosecution in the trial of Al Adamson's killer, Fred  Fulford. They put me up at the same motel Bud, Scott, Dix and I had  stayed at years earlier, during the making of Satan's Sadists...<br />
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<i>GARY  KENT has acted in many exploitation films, portraying the hero at  times, but usually psychotics, and in this low budget odyssey, THE HARD ROAD, directed by Gary Graver, Connie Nelson plays a teenager who  descends into a lifestyle of drugs and orgies and otherwise, and Gary  doesn't play the hero or villain, but something somewhere in-between...</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>How did you get into character for "Leo"?</b></span>  There was an agent, with offices on the Sunset Strip, who embodied the  hot-shot, testosterone-fueled fellow named Leo, whom we meet in the  movie. This fellow, Mickey, even had the two-way mirror to view his  secretaries. He also would frequently appear wearing a fur coat of some  sort, the kind for males they used to wear at Yale ball games. I had a  pet coyote who ate the coat one day when Mickey laid it on my sofa, and  proceeded to the kitchen to mix drinks. Poetic justice? Anyway, it was  Mickey I was channeling.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>How was it working with Connie Nelson?</b> </span> Connie was Gray Graver's girlfriend at the time of the making of the  film. She was friendly, but also a bit anxious, as it was her first film  I believe, and here she was playing a lead. In a later movie for Al  Adamson, I am making out with Connie on a beach blanket just before  being beheaded by Lon Chaney.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>And working with director Gary Graver?</b></span>  Gary was one of my best friends, and remained so for many years. We  must have done at least ten or more films together, wrote screenplays  together that we could never get produced, we went through family  problems, personal triumphs and failings, etc... Gary was one of the  hardest working guys I have known... he was mostly a cinematographer...  his forte was speed getting the shot set and done, and his  personality... which was charming, very funny in a dry way, and  ingratiating. He worked tirelessly as a film editor, also, and  frequently, after a long day of filming, Gary would go to the editing  room and edit long into the night. If he wasn't doing that, he was  dragging us (some cast and crew) off to see a foreign film he  particularly liked, or some work by his idol, Orson Welles.<br />
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As  a director, Gary was fun and enthusiastic...he knew how to set staging,  but was not schooled in drama or theater, so he left the actors pretty  much on their on as far as interpretations, portrayals, etc. were  concerned.<br />
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<i>Gary  Kent has played some pretty vicious psychos and here’s yet another  memorable loon in THE FOREST: a bearded mountain man who has a taste for pretty girls,  literally, trudging around the outdoors and making mince-meat out of  campers, while being haunted by the ghosts of his two children, in this,  a unique slasher-feature directed by Donald Jones...</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How did you get into the head of John, the psychotic forest dwelling cannibal? </span></span><br />
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For  this particular character, I more or less channeled a real murder case  that took place in Sequoia Nat'l Park shortly before Don Jones wrote The  Forest... in that case, a guy who had been working as a handyman at one  of the park lodges turned out to be the culprit. He had killed and even  decapitated several of his victims... mostly innocents enjoying nature  at its finest.<br />
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We  never think of our forests as particularly deadly places, but of  course, they can house some pretty demented folk along with the  critters. The fellow was not your usual handyman type... being mid-aged,  very fit, totally at home in the Forest.... da... da... dum da dum!!!!  So I wanted to play Don's villain as more animal like in his view of  life... eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.... nothing personal.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two great scenes during your character’s flashback involve the killing of his cheating wife and the fight with the lover…</span></span><br />
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The  demise of the dearly beloved wife. Yes, I remember the scene well. It  was fun to shoot, as the woman playing my wife was sufficiently the  bitch to motivate the murder. It did give me pause to consider what kind  of man would take such abuse from his mate, but then, as I read on in  the script... what do'ya know... he didn't!<br />
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The fight  with the lover. I was bothered that the lover hung around after being  caught in bed with this man's wife. Seems like he would be long gone.  But, that's what Don wanted, so how to make it work? It was kind of  tongue in cheek, then, the whole sequence, asking you to suspend belief  for a moment, in order to justify the future events.<br />
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In  that light, staging the fight became easy... I thought it would be  interesting to have as weapons only the tools of a hardscrabble farmers  arsenal (pitchfork, band-saw, etc.)… The power-saw at the end would have  looked much deadlier if we had been able to turn it on.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And how was it working with Donald M. Jones again? </span></span><br />
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It  is always a pleasure working with Don Jones. As usual, he lucked out  and got us great quarters at this new lodge inside the park. The owner  of the lodge was new, and wanted to make Jones. As usual, he lucked out  and got us great quarters at this new lodge inside the park. The owner  of the lodge was new, and wanted to make a statement to future guests,  so all of our meals were gourmet cooked, all amenities first class for a  film abut a maniacal killer lopping off heads and feet in search of a  decent meal.<br />
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My  wife, Tomi Barrett, played Sharon in the film, using the AKA Elaine  Warner... as did I when I used Michael Brody or something like that, for  my credit. It was done in order to work a non-union film for a friend,  and not have to suffer penalties from the Union, SAG.<br />
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This  picture seems to be gaining in popularity years after we made it. Not  quite sure why… maybe the scenes of the forest... All in all, pretty  inspiring. I loved this shoot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Kent</td></tr>
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<i>SCHOOLGIRLS  IN CHAINS came out in 1973 before a lot of films that imitated not only  the violence and shock-factor but, like in Troma’s MOTHER’S DAY, the  overall plot involving two crazy, mother-whipped brothers who kidnapped  three beautiful young women, holing them up like live toys in their  dusty, rat-infested cellar... And while Gary seems the more normal of  the two psychos, he's anything but...</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How did "Frank" differ from your other "psycho" roles? </span></span><br />
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This  fellow was perhaps even more dangerous, as he physically did not give a  shit about the suffering of others... Why? And the only clue we are  given is that flashback with the mother... yes, that's right, the  demented mother raises killer son syndrome... but does that hold up?  Frankly, yes, not a deluge, but a rivulet... cases of mother/son  maniacal misadventures. Many have been committed to news-events, and  even works of high-drama. William Shakespeare has taken care of that.<br />
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Well,  my mind was on one of those guys, a cross between a hen-pecked, whining  son who had killed his fiancee on his mothers orders… True story – when  I was first in L.A., the early years... to a dour, low key brute, who  along with his close friend, an Oriental fellow, kidnapped, tortured and  murdered a variety of people in the late 60s – early 70s… This bastard  seemed in the newsreels, to be removed emotionally from any compassion  for the injuries or deaths of his victims. Yeah, I borrowed some of that  guy to inhabit Frank’s persona.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How was the interaction between you and your “brother” John Stoglin? </span></span><br />
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It  was cool playing off my co-star, John Stoglin Parker. John is a very  good actor... did much stage work in and around L.A., including winning  "Best Actor" award in the glory days of the Glendale Center Theater. You  can see that acting ability in how much that poor, misshapen fellow is  resurrected by John into a real person... and he never lets it go... not  once! This made it easy for my character to feel some of his only human  warmth... and that toward his "sicker" brother.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The scene where Merrie Lynn Ross runs through the orange field and then the train passes is jarringly memorable...</span></span><br />
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That  train was a Godsend... came by location site the same time every day,  so we just figured out what we wanted to shoot, using a train, and then  just shot it. The shot where Lynn Ross' body is hanging over the fence,  and then, on a reverse, we see her body through the spaces between cars,  hanging on the fence.  And then, suddenly it is missing, no longer  there, and as the train pulls away, we see the two brothers walking  away, chatting amicably and Frank is carrying the body over his  shoulder. That was a great shot, reverse shots; that I thought were  dynamite.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Kent</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What else did you do on this film besides act? </span></span><br />
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I  mainly started the film as Production Manager... Don already had a lot  of things lined up, though, so I assisted with the location scout,  putting the crew together, negotiating salaries and equipment rentals  even assisted in casting. Once filming began, there was little time for  me to function well in two demanding areas... some other very capable  crewman who's name escapes me, took over my Production job and brought  us through on time and on budget.<br />
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Behind  the scenes, I think John and I personified what a team of cheerleaders  would probably be like on a movie set... we exuded sunniness and  optimism, in light of such a dark, deadly and dehumanizing on screen  persona... can you imagine? The predicament? The gradual despair... quite sad, really... we needed to see it resolved… although strangely so...<br />
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<i>GARY KENT appears in this famously infamous b-movie, THE THRILL KILLERS, in  which he and two buddies, having escaped from a mental asylum, are on  the loose in L.A. and… let’s just say they aren’t too friendly to a  couple in an abandoned house or the couple’s friends at the local diner.  Directed by Ray Dennis Steckler, who appears in the film as a  solo-roaming psycho, this is an indie drive-in classic like you'll never  witness... </i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How did you get into character to play such a vile, dangerous loon?</span></span><br />
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Well,  if I have an excuse, it was watching newsreels of genuine maniacal  killers... dangerous, psychically imposing men, driven to an edge,  imaginary or otherwise, men willing to kill their way out of it. When  they were that far into it, indeed, they would have a short tenuous grip  on reality, anything will spark the rage... I always wanted Ray to do a  back-story on the characters... like, what was the life like, or series  of events like that led to "Gary" carrying all that rage at merely  being locked up. <br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">You have a great insane laugh in this film… How did this eerie cackle come about? </span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia";">I had a neighbor at the time, whose husband was in prison for armed robbery. She had a lot of children, one of whom was a little boy about seven or eight years. All of the children seemed to be dealing emotionally with a variety of problems... self-esteem, mostly, and a mother who was right out of a John Waters movie, (only darker)... anyway, I was struck by how that little boy laughed. He lived mostly with foster families... but he would show up at his mother's on holidays, where there would be some semblance of festive gaiety. Much laughter among family and friends... I sometimes would notice how loud the boy laughed, and how empty the laugh was of any real feeling of "mirth" or "joy"... feelings one normally associate with laughter. <br /><br />He was laughing because he felt it was what had to be done to fit in, or get by, but he wasn't feeling "funny" at all. I am over stating here... but I remembered how hollow his laugh sounded. I decided to try and recreate that (to me) "panic and paranoia" masquerading as a good, hearty "laugh"...don't know if it worked, but at the time it seemed like the ticket, if you get my drift.</span></span></span></div>
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Now, strange, James, to say this, but I have been trying  to get a wild, Texas Red wolf to bond with me... long story… (felt  trapped, did he, by a city encroaching rapidly on his habitat?...  hounded by the city pound, the town dog patrol… a kill, kill situation… hounded  by folks that consider him a ghost dog, a devil dog, etc. of mythic  proportion... all incorrect...) he has shown up in desperation at my  place... I have given him shelter, and am gradually ever so gradually  winning him over... he will even come in my house... AS LONG AS I KEEP  THE DOORS OPEN!!!! If I close a door, he reverts to sheer dangerous  animal-panic... "Don't f**k with me pal… Don't close me in, cut off my  escape!"<br />
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Hmmmm… could a human be driven to that edge? It happens everyday.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Axe anything</td></tr>
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I  can only remember making the decision to play this character as  definitely riding the edge of psychosis, one of those bad, violent  blokes that kills men and women on a moment's whim, hair-triggered and  bad news when you see him on the street..."Oh no, this guy is easily  trouble waiting for a light"... Ray agreed, so we went for it... Loved  it, the rough stuff.... love it!!! Over the edge, well… that's my gig!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Man Face</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Recollections of the diner scene?</span></span><br />
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The  diner scene was shot in Topanga Canyon, at a biker/bar/bistro smacked  upside the hills between The Great Valley and Malibu... a dynamite sort  of "outlaw" venue, as opposed to Coldwater, Benedict, Laurel, etc. The  gentler, more civilized canyons. This particular cafe appears a lot in  biker flicks of the era. The owner of the Cafe was played by my then  wife, Rose Mary aka Laura Benedict. That's her smoking the cigar. Rose  Mary had a background in Texas theater, and was working at the time for a  theater company in Burbank. It was strangely a hoot doing the scene  with her; she had an intriguing panache in the scene.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gary Kent</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How about that wonderfully long scene as you chase the girl up the hill and then fight with her husband? </span></span><br />
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Well,  this was a steep step into the twilight zone... a zone, my friends,  where a women in high heels, on a rocky, bramble covered series of  cliffs and back slides, continuously and easily avoids capture by a  husky, athletically fit male in his fighting trim... wearing gimme'  shoes! How are we going to make this thing work? The fun part was doing  the actual chase - the actual climbing and stunt fight... I didn't know  what I was doing, only that I enjoyed all the scrambling over things,  and getting in fights. Hmmmm... could it be? Nah.<br />
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I also felt a sort of pity for Liz Renay... why she did not break an ankle is a testament to her background in dance.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And finally, tell us a little about the iconic director… </span></span><br />
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Ray  Steckler. Wow! Let me remember him, if you will. I met Ray as he lived  across the street from me in a low-end, artsy-crafty section of  Hollywood... I'm talkin' south-east Hollywood, headed for the outskirts  of downtown L.A.<br />
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We met while we were both out doing  yard work, mowing, trimming kind of stuff... and struck up a  conversation. He was a friendly enthusiastic fellow who wanted to make  some movies, and I wanted to do some stunts, or a chance to figure out  how to do them. I also had acting credentials, so Ray asked me to be in  his movie, "The Thrill Killers"...<br />
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I  do not recall seeing a script, although there could have been one...  basically, he would have us improvise... he would set up the scene, the  problem, etc. And then let you start with each other, feeding into and  reacting in the moment as our characters might... led to some very  bizarre stuff... I think Ray got off on watching his actors improvise,  and giving them a premise and a stage on which to do so...  Hey, Ray,  RIP.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Gary Kent is a real author... His book provides insight and adventure.. Check it out below...</span></td></tr>
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GARY KENT: THRILL-KILLS, SADISTS, SCHOOLGIRLS & PSYCH-OUTS

Gary Kent Interview GARY KENT is an actor, director, producer, stuntman and author who appeared in a number of classic cult films includ...

Written by James M. Tate / 8/20/2012 / No comments / al adamson , biker , espionage , exploitation , gary kent , import , jazz score , john bud cardos , john carradine , john gabriel , robert dix , scott brady , sixties

THE FAKERS MORPHED INTO HELL'S BLOODY DEVILS

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">years: 1967 original and 1969 recut cast: John Gabriel, Robert Dix, Scott Brady rating: ***</td></tr>
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Although meriting one of the greatest opening credit sequences after a 
two minute trailer that seems separate but is actually part of the film 
that has a complete list of credits on its own, this misleading but 
gloriously fun mess isn't a biker movie but a low-budget spy thriller.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Is this a spy or biker movie?"</td></tr>
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A
 handsome agent meanders from one situation to another seeking out 
neo-Nazis, bedding down babes and being chased by lethal goons, and the 
biker aspect is connected by a sexy woman who, after talking on various 
pay phones after each spy sequence, will then converse with, and give 
orders to, four bikers: part of the titular gang (led by Robert Dix) 
shown sporadically roaring down the highway. And on the spy side are various
 scenes with Broderick Crawford, Scott Brady, John Carradine, and the 
James Bond character played by a fittingly-suave cool-cat, John Gabriel.<br />
<br />
If you center solely on the original movie, THE FAKERS, from which the 
biker stuff was pasted on after this film was abandoned and retitled 
HELL'S BLOODY DEVILS,  it can be an entertaining, and often involving, 
exploitation fluff that only director Al Adamson could provide. But if 
you want to see a biker movie meant <i>only</i> as a biker movie, check out 
Adamson's cult classic <a href="http://www.cultfilmfreaks.com/2012/08/satans-sadists.html">SATAN'S SADISTS</a> starring HELL'S BLOODY alumni Gary Kent, 
Robert Dix and Scott Brady<i>. </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Gabriel as Agent Mark Adams in THE FAKERS which was changed to HELL'S BLOODY DEVILS</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Gabriel and a bizarre cameo by... Colonel Sanders!</td></tr>
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al adamson, biker, espionage, exploitation, gary kent, import, jazz score, john bud cardos, john carradine, john gabriel, robert dix, scott brady, sixties

THE FAKERS MORPHED INTO HELL'S BLOODY DEVILS

years: 1967 original and 1969 recut cast: John Gabriel, Robert Dix, Scott Brady rating: *** Although meriting one of the greatest openin...

Written by James M. Tate / 1/01/2012 / No comments / al adamson , connie nelson , exploitation , gary kent , horror , jim davis , lon chaney jr.

DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatR9Ac269snireYZks697PGonreXGL_V4ouUsn3yMM-w0XJdo-5UmoB-jhNYfHoxMghJY40aF4C5ompBpz36rGWiSWLx4dnh4oekRbtyw6Tef6Ro4RwFcBNnuXL6b01KqU8MAZDmja0g/s1600/31966_117684458274518_114286515280979_90987_2058846_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481049296757331762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatR9Ac269snireYZks697PGonreXGL_V4ouUsn3yMM-w0XJdo-5UmoB-jhNYfHoxMghJY40aF4C5ompBpz36rGWiSWLx4dnh4oekRbtyw6Tef6Ro4RwFcBNnuXL6b01KqU8MAZDmja0g/s200/31966_117684458274518_114286515280979_90987_2058846_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 175px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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<b>title:</b> DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">year:</span> 1971</div>
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<b>cast:</b> J. Carrol Naish, Lon Chaney, Gary Kent, Connie Nelson</div>
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<b>rating:</b> **</div>
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The worst thing about  this Al Adamson doozy... involving monolog-driven mad scientist J.  Carrol Naish working out of a carnival fun house with an axe-wielding  idiot man-child, Lon Chaney, sent to kill women for experiments to give  his other employee, a brooding Count Dracula, eternal life, all the  while reanimating Frankenstein's monster who resembles a melted  cabbage... is that it can be quite boring with tedious bouts of dialog,  spouted mostly by two love-struck heroes: a man helping his new  girlfriend find her lost sister and eventually happening upon... all  that stuff already mentioned. But it can be surprisingly involving too.  And really, really awful... but that's a given.

al adamson, connie nelson, exploitation, gary kent, horror, jim davis, lon chaney jr.

DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN

title: DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN year: 1971 cast: J. Carrol Naish, Lon Chaney, Gary Kent, Connie Nelson rating: ** The worst th...

Written by James M. Tate / 12/06/2011 / No comments / action , al adamson , exploitation , jazz score , john bud cardos , john carradine , robert dix , scott brady , seventies , western

FIVE BLOODY GRAVES

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS02TSCmXKivOcgGAfvKYAeHs5IDhyphenhyphenpv89CQApSM4YcEDAAdTl6tJxpwtHYpu3CeXDxnlJbByTqizgv1egARjJs3CI5LKczzy9iNcY2TRc-FRhX4rfqEZJzxCeU915XzFTA4rOXdngtm7M/s1600/27518_112479035464120_5727_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683130104402626610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS02TSCmXKivOcgGAfvKYAeHs5IDhyphenhyphenpv89CQApSM4YcEDAAdTl6tJxpwtHYpu3CeXDxnlJbByTqizgv1egARjJs3CI5LKczzy9iNcY2TRc-FRhX4rfqEZJzxCeU915XzFTA4rOXdngtm7M/s200/27518_112479035464120_5727_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 125px;" /></a><b>title:</b> FIVE BLOODY GRAVES<br />
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<b>year: </b>1970</div>
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<b>cast:</b> Robert Dix, Scott Brady, John Carradine</div>
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<b>rating:</b> ***</div>
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A more suitable title  for this exploitation-Western would be VALLEY OF DEATH,  as a ragtag group consisting of cowboys, hookers and a preacher get  picked off by Indians who appear from the rocks whenever the dialog runs  its course. Add to this a jazzy game-show score and Death as the  narrator, philosophizing why each character must die, sometimes even  giving it away but that's alright, because in this doomed situation:  death is the main character. A campy yet brilliant low budget Western  with some terrific actors like Scott Brady (who dies gallantly), Jim  Davis as a scumbag rapist, and John Carradine as a pistol-wielding  preacher, but none work too hard except John Bud Cardos in duo-roles as a  friendly Indian and a bad one, the latter battling star (and writer)  Robert Dix, firmly strident throughout, in the knife-wielding climax  that begins on a cliff top and winds up in a river and down a waterfall:  THE QUIET MAN be damned.</div>

action, al adamson, exploitation, jazz score, john bud cardos, john carradine, robert dix, scott brady, seventies, western