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Santa Claus

Today’s Trillion Dollar, Santa Claus, might be the silliest Christmas movie ever made — yes, even more bizarre than Santa Claus Conquers the Martians or Santa and the Ice Cream Bunny. Made in Mexico, this 1959 movie portrays Jolly Saint Nick as you’ve never seen him before. He doesn’t live at the North Pole, but in a floating castle in Outer Space. Instead of calling upon elves to create toys, he employs the services of a sweatshop full of conscripted children he has “adopted” from around the world. The reindeer are robots, whom Santa considers replacing with “Sputniks.”

Santa also has a magical observatory to spy on children the world over. As the narrator describes the premises, “What wonderful instruments! The Ear Scope! The Teletalker, that knows everything! The Cosmic Telescope! The Master Eye! Nothing that happens on Earth is unknown to Santa Claus!”

The film follows Santa as he makes his rounds in Mexico one Christmas Eve, keeping a special watch on a poor little girl named Lupita who wants a doll, and a rich boy who wants nothing more than the love of his neglectful parents. Lucifer, the Devil himself, has laid out several obstacles to block Santa and sent a personal emissary — the impish Pitch — to pull pranks on the fat, bearded dude and to entice bad boys and girls to misbehave. Pitch prances around a lot, but he’s pretty inept, and Santa has his own magical ally — Merlin the Wizard.

This truly strange and subversive feature — yet one that’s a hoot to watch — is the handiwork of writer-director René Cardona, a prolific filmmaker who created nearly 150 titles, many of them cheap Westerns, wrestling movies, horror flicks and Santo superhero adventures. Cardona lets his imagination roam wildly here, and gets a nice assist from José Elías Moreno cast in the title role. You might remember Moreno from the Dec. 6 Trillion Dollar Movie Little Red Riding Hood and the Monsters, where he appears as the Red-Headed Ogre.

Much like that film, Santa Claus was imported to the United States by Florida-based producer Keith Gordon Murray, appearing not only in theaters but on television as a holiday special through the 1960s. Enjoy, and do return next Friday for another Trillion $ Movie.

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Bombs Away

Welcome to Chapter Eight from Manhunt of Mystery Island, our current Saturday Matinee serial. In this chapter, our hero Lance Reardon tries to secure a map of the island’s mysterious tunnels to aid in his search for the kidnapped Professor Forrest. Enjoy and return next Saturday for Chapter Nine: The Fatal Flood.

 

 

The Death Drop

Welcome to Chapter Seven from Manhunt of Mystery Island, our current Saturday Matinee serial. In this chapter, Captain Mephisto has captured Claire Forrest and attempts to escape from the warehouse, but Lance Reardon is hot on the villain’s trail. Enjoy and return next Saturday for Chapter Eight: Bombs Away.

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Little Red Riding Hood

Today’s Trillion Dollar Movie is a dubbed fairy tale from Mexico that goes by two different titles in English, alternately known as Tom Thumb and Little Red Riding Hood or as Little Red Riding Hood And the Monsters. One thing’s for certain. You’ve probably never seen a fairy tale this cheesy or this much fun. It was one of three Little Red Riding Hood movies that writer-director Roberto Rodriguez made in the early 1960s at Mexico City’s Churubusco-Azteca Studios, all starring Maria Gracia, nicknamed “La Niña México,” as the fairy tale heroine.

An American producer, Kenneth Gordon Murray, bought the rights to distribute the pictures in the United States. Murray specialized in acquiring fairy tale and fantasy titles from Mexico, Germany and Eastern Europe, making cheap English dubs, and then marketing them for kids stateside. Some of his other titles included Rumpelstiltskin, Santa’s Magic Kingdom and The Golden Goose.

Little Red Riding Hood And the Monsters from 1962 is one of Murray’s weirder and more surreal releases, combining fantasy elements of the original fairy tale with campy slapstick comedy and Gothic horror. Little Red, her friend Tom Thumb and Stinky the Skunk embark on a quest in a haunted forest to defeat the Queen of Badness and her cadre of monsters, including Hurricane, Carrot Head, vampires, robots, witches, a fire-breathing dragon and a two-headed Siamese freak.

One reviewer succinctly captured its charms, “An awful, jaw-droppingly bad ‘kiddie’ movie where the beloved characters of Little Red Riding Hood and Tom Thumb are put into a creepy, disturbing monster movie with hideous costumes and terrible make-up and sets that fifth graders could make better with paper and scissors. The dubbing of this Mexican-made oddity is so off and so badly cast that when the creepy kid playing Little Red starts singing, the dubbed voice sounds like a cabaret singer in her late 50s. You just have to see it to believe it. Some of the animal costumes are so molting looking and gross, it actually looks as if the fur has fleas or scabies.”

Murray himself dubbed the voice of Stinky the Skunk, whose high-pitched squeaks sound an awful lot like Alvin from the Chipmunks. Sad to say, but the Internal Revenue Service put Murray out of commission. He got into tax trouble, and the IRS seized all of his movies, taking them out of circulation. Before the Feds could hear the case, Murray died of a heart attack in 1979.

Hope you enjoy the show, and return again next Friday for another Trillion $ Movie.

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Ocean Tomb

Welcome to Chapter Six from Manhunt of Mystery Island, our current Saturday matinee serial. In this chapter, our hero Lance Rearson searches the mysterious tunnels underneath an old winery, while trying to elude pursuit from the minions of Captain Mephisto. Enjoy and return next Saturday for Chapter Seven: The Death Drop.

 

 

Mephisto’s Mantrap

Welcome to Chapter Five from Manhunt of Mystery Island, our current Saturday Matinee serial from Republic Pictures. In this chapter, our hero Lance Reardon rescues the lovely Claire Forrest from enslavement in an old winery. Enjoy and return next Saturday for Chapter Six: Ocean Tomb.

 

 

Masque of the Red Death

 

SALUTE TO EDGAR ALLAN POE

The Masque of the Red Death, today’s Trillion Dollar Movie, is one of eight films that Roger Corman produced and directed in the 1960s based on the writings of Edgar Allan Poe. All but one of the films starred Vincent Price, the lone exception being Premature Burial from 1963 with Ray Milland. The Masque of the Red Death, followed closely by The Tomb of Ligeia, closed out Corman’s Poe series in 1964. Although the series remained popular at the box office, Corman felt he had run out of ideas on how to present Poe creatively, and decided after these final two features to move onto other themes and genres.

That’s unfortunate because Red Death and Ligeia rank among Corman’s best Poe’s adaptations. They certainly are the most stylish and visually impressive. Corman, for the first time, shot on location in Great Britain, rather than stateside. For Red Death, he collaborated with a dazzling, young cinematographer, Nicolas Roeg, who would later shoot Fahrenheit 451, before directing Mick Jagger in Performance and David Bowie in The Man Who Fell to Earth.

In an artistic conceit that works amazingly well, Corman and Roeg chose to use the most brilliant, psychedelic colors for this story, rather than the drab and dark hues so often associated with films based on Poe’s tales and poems.  As Irish blogger James Grancey has written, “The film unfolds within a number of opulently lit sets and thematically coloured rooms and chambers. This must surely be one of the most beautiful and lushly filmed horror movies and recalls the eerie beauty of work by the likes of Mario Bava and, eventually, Dario Argento.”

Price, as always, plays a villain, the debauched, power-mad, Satan-worshiping Prince Prospero. He not only mistreats and plunders from the peasants under his command, but also takes great amusement in demeaning the nobles who have gathered around him for protection.  Prospero has claimed a ravishing, redheaded Christian girl (Jane Asher) as his latest trophy and fully intends to corrupt her soul, defile her body and then offer her up as a bride to the Master. But while he’s involved in palace intrigues, revelries and masked balls, a plague has spread across the countryside, threatening the lives of thousands, even the wayward fools inside the castle who believe they are immune to its ravages.

The Masque of the Red Death is essentially a morality tale, pitting the pious against the profane, the good versus the evil, the rich against the poor. In the end, none can escape a macabre dance with Death in a work that is as philosophically rich and symbolic as anything by Ingmar Bergman and reminiscent of his The Seventh Seal with multiple Grim Reapers imposing a swift, merciless justice.

Enjoy, and do return next Friday for another Trillion $ Movie.

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Go! Girl! Go! — Diecisiete

The Diane Nellis Dancers appear in She Demons, a cheesy 1958 exploitation film in which a mad Nazi scientist is using scantily clad dance girls as guinea pigs for his lab experiments on a remote jungle island. The girls have stunning bodies, but they will begin to sprout fangs and hideous faces as they are subjected to the devices of the cruel Nazi doctor. The film was directed by Richard Earl Cunha, a former US Army Air Corps newsreel photographer and perhaps the only man in Hollywood capable of making Ed Wood look like an artistic genius by comparison.

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The Lethal Chamber

Welcome to Chapter Four from Manhunt of Mystery Island. Our hero, Lance Reardon, recovers the sunken power unit, unawares that it could be blown up at any minute. Enjoy and return next Saturday for Chapter Five: Mephisto’s Mantrap.

 

 

The Horrible Dr. Hichcock

Italy in the 1960s produced two enduring classics of Gothic horror cinema — both starring Barbara Steele. One of those pictures, The Horrible Dr. Hichcock, is today’s Trillion $ Movie. It’s got style and atmosphere to spare, over and above a controversial theme and the always-appealing presence of Steele.

In his book Cult Movies, Danny Peary described Steele as “The most fascinating actress ever to appear in horror films with regularity…Her beauty is mysterious and unique: her large eyes, high cheekbones, jet-black hair, thick bottom lip, and somewhat knobbly chin don’t seem synchronized, and as a result her face can be looked on as being either evil…or sweet.” Usually, she was cast as an evil figure, frequently a witch, as in Mario Bava’s Black Sunday, the 1960 masterpiece that launched her career as an icon in Italian horror. The Horrible Dr. Hichcock, made two years later, reveals her sweet side, although in a most macabre and sinister story, with echoes of Ann Radcliffe and Edgar Allan Poe, touching upon the morbid and taboo subject of necrophilia.

Steele plays Cynthia, the second wife of Dr. Bernard Hichcock, a highly respected surgeon with truly perverse personal habits. His first wife dies satisfying his kinky whims. As part of their bedtime rituals, he injects her with an anesthetic that causes her heartbeat to drop, simulating death, before proceeding to make love with her limpid “corpse.” One night, he administers an overdose, and she doesn’t appear to regain consciousness.

A similar fate awaits Cynthia once Dr. Hichcock marries her many years later, spiriting her away to his same mansion that was the site of his original transgression. She does harbor premonitions of doom. Not only does the ancient housekeeper give her the chills, but she hears shrieks in the night, sees an apparition on the premises and pictures her new husband as an ogre. Is she neurotic and losing her mind? Or should she run for cover as soon as possible, perhaps enlisting the help of the doctor’s young, dashing assistant?

Much of what’s here is stock-in-trade for haunted house movies, but director Riccardo Freda (using the pseudonym Robert Hampton) kicks the visuals into hyperdrive, caressing each ornate fixture with his camera in a way that transforms the house into a delirious embodiment of the not-so-good doctor’s psycho-sexual fantasies. He’s called “Hichcock” for a reason — references abound to the thrillers of Albert Hitchcock, especially Rebecca, but also Suspicion. The performances by Robert Flemyng as Hichcock and Steele are powerfully expressive, even though some diehard Steele fans pooh-pooh her in this outing, because she does more screaming and batting her haunted eyes rather than flashing them in a menacing fashion.

One fun note of trivia: Harriet Medin, who plays the maid, moonlighted on the side as the English-language dialect coach for Italian starlet Gina Lollobrigida. Do enjoy, and return next Friday for another Trillion $ Movie.

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