Jabootu's Bad Movie Dimension

Ah, bikers and horror. One of the oddest little mini-trends of the late '60s and early '70s.

Monday! Boo! Skeleton! Yay! I saw The Disaster Artist last week. It was pretty great. Odd that Tommy Wiseau and Ed Wood are two of, what?, three?, (Orson Welles) American film directors who have movies made about them? Kudos to James Franco who was actually smart enough to slightly underplay Wisseau. Really the only…

Not the finest artist in terms of technique, but man, he sure lards in the elements. Also, I'd be intrigued to see Santo take on Japanese Blacula.

Boy, that artist has really captured the excitement of ladies', uh, wrestling. Strom Thurmond in his Fabio period looks on in amazement.

Me likey. Very frustrating. It's out on a cheapo Lionsgate DVD double bill (Lionsgate has a whole line of these, it seems), but they never subtitle the films. It might still be worth a look, but obviously I'd prefer it if I could understand the dialogue.

Another movie warning of the dangers of pot. I hope and trust everyone had a great holiday.

Earliest appearance of Death Bed. Kids, believe me, stay UNDER the bed.

Another artifact that plays off how weirdly (or not) disconcerting and frightening house cats can be. The cover is helped immensely by the Neil Adams art, as a more cartoony style wouldn't have worked nearly as well.

I'm a dope. I know, not exactly the shock statement of the decade. However, now that I see faces, the art is obviously Neal Adams, not Bernie Wrightson. I like the amount of detail here, suggesting a carefully arranged ritual.