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Written by James M. Tate / 10/26/2019 / No comments / 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

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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

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>Pictured: Connie Nelson Year: 1971</u></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><u>DRACULA VS FRANKENSTEIN:</u> </span>Here's an Al Adamson directed b-movie so tailor made for a drive-in theater, you might have to roll your car inside the living room to watch it...  <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>DraculaVFrankensteinSCORE: **</u></td></tr>
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Not exactly a pairing-up of two classic monsters, DRACULA VS FRANKENSTEIN is more of an exploitation horror: 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...<br />
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All the  while reanimating 
Frankenstein's Monster who resembles a melted  cabbage... But the worst thing 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 find her lost 
sister and eventually happening upon... all  that stuff already 
mentioned (a much cooler yet unlucky couple are beach lovers Connie Nelson and our pal, Gary Kent.) Although at times it can be somewhat involving: A fact which remains completely unexplainable.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>1982 rating: ***</u></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><u>THE FOREST:</u><b> </b>The  set-up to this woodsy body count low
 budget slasher: the massacre of two  couples arriving at the forest... 
The women first and their boyfriends, who, for some reason, arrive later
 on... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">This is merely a bizarre platform for a subplot involving the ghosts 
of  two children and their crazy, cannibalistic father played by 
director Don  Jones's stock actor Gary Kent (SCHOOLGIRLS IN CHAINS), who
 kills, then eats, all females that  cross his path: a cheap horror with a lot of activity, 
including a backstory involving the  then-normal dad, kids, and a 
cheating wife just screaming to be killed keeps you interested enough  
to forget it's yet another FRIDAY THE 13th ripoff, but with a unique  
personality all its own. NOTE: The killer's son, child/pre-teen actor Corky Pigeon, played a geek named Freddie (whose secret was tap dancing) on the 80's sitcom SILVER SPOONS. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>year: 1964 rating: ***</u></td></tr>
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<u><span style="background-color: white;">SPIDER BABY:</span></u> Whenever there's a horror film about a backwoods family of dimwitted yet
 dangerous loons, it's usually compared to, or accused for stealing 
from, THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE... but no longer.<br />
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This film, written 
and directed by Jack Hill ten years prior, starring Lon Chaney as the 
caretaker of two lethal sisters and their lanky, lughead brother played 
by scene-stealer Sid Haig, is not only groundbreaking and shocking, but 
lots of fun as most of the fear is implied: when outsiders visit the house, 
will Lon be able to stop the twisted clan... especially gorgeous Jill 
Banner, using knives like spider's teeth... from murdering them? And although things drag in the middle, it's still a minor classic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>year: 1987 rating: ***1/2</u></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><u><span style="background-color: white;">THE STEPFATHER</span></u>: A fantastic, fully-satisfying suspense/horror from Canada about a man 
who always needs a new family to kill starring Terry O'Quinn, years 
before gaining fame on LOST...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">As the title character, one minute he's extremely bland 
and unassuming, the next an intensely driven, strict "family values" 
patriarch, and eventually a complete psychopath, yet never showing<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>the
 cards... Keeping protagonist Jill Schoelen, as the unfortunate new 
step-daughter, on her toes. Meanwhile, a</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> side-story involving a young man's search 
for the Stepfather (before he strikes again) adds a nice peripheral 
balance, reminiscent of Alfred Hitchock and Brian De Palma's best work.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>year: 1992 rating: **</u></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><u>INNOCENT BLOOD:</u> Decent</span> premise with good beginnings: A sexy, hungry 
french Vampire (Anne Parillaud) in America sets her sights on mafia kingpin Robert Loggia... a clever gag has her being repelled by 
Loggia's breath before she bits him... he's Italian, therefore reeking 
of garlic.<br />
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Our anti-heroine bloodsucker, while feasting on various evil 
mobsters, falls in love with undercover cop Anthony LaPalgia while they 
both try stopping Loggia, who's not only head of the mob but now a 
powerful vamp himself while director John Landis, returning to horror a decade after AMERICAN 
WEREWOLF IN LONDON, balances humor and horror okay, but there's not 
enough going for either genre... Unlike the Werewolf classic, BLOOD is neither
 funny or scary: The choice of the vamps screeching like 
rabid cougars is pretty lame. And in the Landis fashion, there are many 
clips of other classic movies being watched on television by various 
characters, but homage becomes too excessive: making one long for those 
films instead.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>1983 rating: *1/2</u></td></tr>
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<u><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">AMITYVILLE 3D</span>:</u> Gone are the days when 3D meant things moving towards the camera in a 
contrived manner. It's hilarious seeing this in 2D years later after the
 gimmick not only wore off, but is seen as merely that. Yet this film 
suffers from more than pretension of a 50s-era trend trying desperately 
to regain itself in the 1980's...<br />
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Although the first ten minutes as Tony 
Roberts and Candy Clark trick a pair of seance-giving charlatans is not 
bad, the rest of the movie, after Roberts moves into the ghostly manor 
with his gorgeous daughter Lori Laughlin (visited by her friend, Meg 
Ryan), is quite stale. And those ever-buzzing flies just aren't scary... In fact, they never were.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>year: 1985 rating: *1/2</u></td></tr>
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<u>PHENOMENA</u>:<b> </b>It's hard to stare at bugs, especially maggots, for very long... Some can't even say the M word out loud...<br />
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But not 
for teenager Jennifer Connely who has the power to read their little 
minds, thus aiding Donald Pleasence, as a insect forensic expert, in 
finding a serial killer roaming around much like the phantom in Dario's 
SUSPERIA, which this is either a ripoff or, since it's the same man 
behind it, a homage by crashing girl's heads through windows, using a 
Goblin soundtrack but this time adding Iron Maiden and Motorhead tunes: So if you enjoy watching Jennifer Connelly, right after a flashback role in ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA and before playing a sexy ingenue in her career making CAREER OPPORTUNITIES, this isn't bad... but
 if you want a good horror flick, or a movie that actually goes 
somewhere: best try something else.<br />
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<u><span style="background-color: white;">THE HAND:</span> </u>Michael Caine is terrific in this otherwise mediocre 
thriller by first-time director yet already screenplay Oscar winning Oliver Stone. Story centers on a 
cartoonist (Caine) who loses his hand in an automobile accident – 
technically the most riveting scene. After which he rehabilitates while 
the severed limb is, or seems to be, crawling around doing his dirty 
work for him.<br />
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Stone’s best direction occurs during taut conversations 
between Caine and the people around him, providing a suspenseful base 
liken to stage-influenced British horror films, building character 
development in lue of cheap shocks. But scenes involving The Hand itself
 look a bit cheesy, and sporadic cuts to black and white seem misplaced,
 contrasting from our protagonist turned antagonist and revolving 
side-characters Annie McEnroe (THE SURVIVORS, THE HOWLING II) as a tempestuous college student, Bruce 
McGill as a temperamental shrink, and Caine’s cheating wife 
Andrea Marovicci: his ultimate target.<br />
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The film has moments, but loses 
its grip less than halfway through. Although, witnessing Michael Caine 
slowly going mad – a role that, according to Stone, took a toll on the 
actor’s real life – is worth the ninety minutes.<br />
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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 / 11/14/2012 / No comments / connie nelson , drug culture , exploitation , gary graver , gary kent , seventies

CONNIE NELSON TAKES 'THE HARD ROAD' W/ GARY KENT

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">year: 1970 cast: Connie Nelson, John Alderman, Gary Kent, Liz Renay, Karen Lind rating: ***</td></tr>
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Part of a double feature DVD headlined by DAMAGED GOODS, one of those low budget films warning teens about sexual diseases, which was made in 1961 when America was still trim and proper, here we have the same kinda thing but set in the late sixties/early seventies: so the stakes are raised considerably.</div>
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Like GOODS there’s a physician sporadically narrating a short film for teens – this one about pregnancy and drugs befitting the main character Pamela played by Connie Nelson. Sometimes you discover genuine classic beauties in exploitation films, and Nelson’s girl-next-door is an innocent bunny but not without a sensuous undertone.</div>
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The girlfriend of writer/director Gary Graver, a creative indie filmmaker who worked as cinematographer for Orson Welles, Nelson can act alright and her story begins decently enough. Working for a seedy record producer (played by exploitation heavy Gary Kent), Pamela meets a handsome musician named Jimmy who introduces her to a world of drugs.</div>
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The movie loses pace once we center on Jimmy’s heroin addiction, losing touch with Pamela who lays around in bed, hopelessly moping for her wayward beau.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Alderman and Gary Kent watch Connie change</td></tr>
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Once his story hits rock bottom we return to Pamela but it’s almost too late. Her nine lives have dwindled and the film loses all point and purpose as she trips on acid, spins inside a bedroom and wanders the city like an insane rag doll.</div>
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So it's the first half hour about a troubled high school dropout that’s worth the watch. Although the DVD’s headliner (DAMAGED GOODS) is a much better time, never losing focus on the characters we initially invest in.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Do you realize you're starring in a low budget movie?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connie Nelson in THE HARD ROAD</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connie Nelson looking good despite bad film stock lines</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connie Nelson as Pamela</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pamela (Connie Nelson) hooked on drugs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><u>INTERVIEW with GARY KENT about HARD ROAD director Gary Graver</u></i></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><u>GARY KENT</u>: Gary Graver 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... </i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>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. </i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>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. And as
  a director himself, 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.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u><i>GARY KENT on playing Leo the record producer</i></u></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i><u>GARY KENT (CONT)</u>: 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... </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>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.</i></span></div>
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CONNIE NELSON TAKES 'THE HARD ROAD' W/ GARY KENT

year: 1970 cast: Connie Nelson, John Alderman, Gary Kent, Liz Renay, Karen Lind rating: *** Part of a double feature DVD headlined by D...

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

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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.

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