I'm not sure how I did it, but I snuck into this heavily policed flicked on a school day and got momentarily groped by an old bloke reaching for his coat. The grope was more shocking than the movie. Polanksi is interviewed and shares some vague views on "snuff", but the purported snuff film in the movie is segments from Wes Craven's Last House on the Left. Ripped off!
Now, the "snuff" we imagined back in those days has been well and truly eclipsed by the reality of atrocity videos posted on the net. For sheer, sickening brutality, nothing comes close to the Mexican chainsaw beheading video currently doing the rounds, or the truly horrendous videos (there are a couple) documenting the real life murders of innocent people by the 'Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs' (thankfully tucked away in prison).
Wiki link: h*tp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dnepropetrovsk_maniacs (replace * with 't', of course)
Back in the 70's, nothing could have prepared us for the extreme nature of this material, or predicted the means by which it would be globally 'distributed' and propagated.
For mine, the whole "snuff" myth never made sense, anyway, because nobody could possibly get away with marketing and distributing a movie in which "actors" were actually killed. What gets done in private is what gets done in private, but the issue of publicly exhibited "snuff movies" is an issue for idiots.
Melbourne had a healthy grindhouse culture in the 70's and I made sure I was part of it. Unfortunately, I wasn't even a teenager for half of the 70's, so my grindhouse ambitions (and cred) were thwarted by age and my mother's Catholic sensibilities.
And speaking of Catholic sensibilities... My mother bought a Catholic newspaper called 'The Advocate'. I had no use for this rag until I discovered their extensive film listings. A priest with cinephilic yearnings would review the good, the bad, and the ugly playing at the 'pictures'. He would then sort his past reviews into four or five categories including Highly Recommended, Recommended With Reservations, Not Recommended, and, the granddaddy of them all, ADVISED AGAINST
It became quickly apparent to me that under the Advised Against category was a cinematic stew of exploitation magic. Films I remember appearing in that section were The Night Porter, The Passage, Straw Dogs, 'Tis Pity She's A Whore, A Clockwork Orange, Cruising, The Decameron, Vampyres, and, of course, The Exorcist and Tower of Evil -- essentially, the movies that would shape my entire pulpy life and the lives of folks reading this blog.
I don't know who you were, Father Film Reviewer, but I thank you for advising me against the films I grew to love... and a bonus thank you is also in order for you because you practiced cinephilia on me, not pedophilia.
I feel sorry for youngsters today who'll never know the magic of exploitation triple bills at sleazy hardtops and drive-ins.
A bucket load of false advertising and a collage of bald-faced lies. Dave Prowse's 'Monster' turned up for the ad mat, but his Horror of Frankenstein is MIA from this program. In Aussieland, Horror was initially paired with Scars of Dracula.
One of Russ Meyer's ladies is lending her face to the ad, too, but there's not a Russ movie in sight.
I saw none of the triple bills above at the time, but I did get a schoolboy kick out of the title Spermula. Unfortunately, I also got a kick from my father when I walked around the house yelling "Spermula is cumming!" over and over again to my siblings and mother.
I saw this double at Melbourne's wonderful Silver Screen Art Cinema, the notorious home of Killer Fish's notorious three month long run.
First in line for this one. Hot for Barbara Bach, too. What young lad wasn't?
A couple of years later, the Dendy Collins Street went porno.
Rode my bike to the Burwood Drive-in to see the first film on this program, The Decameron. Couldn't stay for the other two because my bedtime was around 10 pm. Damn parents and their damn school night rules!
I was on a first name basis with the manager of Detroit's Northgate theater. The place smelt of butter spilled decades ago and the carpets were stickier than a bukkake set.
Fairly obscure poster for the brutal and nihilistic Death Wish 2.