We followed Prophecy with one of my choices, Mask of Fu Manchu with Boris Karloff and Myrna Loy (!). Short, rapidly paced, kinky in that pre-code way and surprisingly opulent, it was very fun. Then Kirk brought things to a screeching (barking?) halt with Love on a Leash, a truly cheap oddity about a whining drip of a heroine who falls in love with a guy who has been Ladyhawked and turns into a dog during the day. Good grief. The film got me sputtering at one point, much to Kirk’s delight.
Then we got to Chad R’s horror anthology Verotika, a sex and gore epic made by Glenn Danzig. Danzig…tried very hard. The film didn’t even try to make sense–the young lady seen above had eyes for nipples, and apparently nobody connected with the movie thought that warrented any sort of explanation at all. Her breast eyes cry on a dead spider and it turns into a spider man (again see above) who torments her by killing a bunch of naked strippers and porn stars. I mean, in real life strippers and porn stars. I can’t remember a film I have ever had less of a reaction to. I just stared at it in a kind of Vulcan fugue state. I certainly wasn’t interested or entertained by it, but I never got mad or bored by it either. Nothing. I just clinically observed it. Chad R later labeled it inert and that’s a very good description. A very weird experience.
