If Freud and Liz Taylor co-wrote a Nancy Drew episode while drunk on absinthe, you’d still end up with something more coherent than Picture Mommy Dead—a film that burns through its 82-minute runtime with all the subtlety of a gasoline-soaked mattress. Yes, that’s a plot reference. Yes, it’s also a metaphor for the entire movie. … Read More ““Picture Mommy Dead” (1966): Like Setting Fire to a Soap Opera and Calling It Cinema” »
If Satan ever punished language learners in hell, Incubus would be the film playing on loop in the Esperanto section. A fever dream of goat-wrestling, black-eyed succubi, and William Shatner emoting like someone trying to remember if they left the oven on, Incubus is less a movie and more a cosmic dare—one that you lose … Read More ““Incubus” (1966): The Devil’s Work—Now in Esperanto and William Shatner’s Stilted Monotone” »
Imagine if Scooby-Doo took a wrong turn into a Hammer Horror reject bin, only to be stitched back together by a lobotomized taxidermist with a grudge against coherent storytelling. Welcome to Chamber of Horrors (1966), a film that dares to ask, “What if our villain had a hook hand AND a prosthetic gun arm AND … Read More ““Chamber of Horrors” (1966): A Hook-Handed Killer, a Wax Museum, and Two Detectives Who Should Stick to Candle-Making” »
Every promotion has them—the guys who look like they’ve been carved from marble, walk tall like they own the locker room, and get handed a gimmick straight from central casting. Todd Champion was one of those guys. Six-foot-six, 295 pounds, billed from WCW Special Forces, trained by Dusty Rhodes himself—he had the look, he had … Read More “Todd Champion: From Special Forces to Forgotten Soldier” »
Nicola Jane Bryant was born on October 11, 1960, in Surrey. Not London, not New York, not Hollywood—just a quiet village near Guildford, the kind of place where you imagine garden fences, tea kettles, and people peeking through curtains to see if the neighbor’s having an affair. She was the first daughter, which means she … Read More “Nicola Bryant: The Companion Who Wasn’t Supposed to be British” »
Night Hunter is less a thriller than a cinematic toilet bowl: a constipated mess of exposition, split personalities, and twin-based nonsense that leaves Henry Cavill stranded on the porcelain throne with a 1000 yard stare, with Ben Kingsley, Stanley Tucci, Alexandra Daddario, and Minka Kelly all swirling down with him. Even Scooby-Doo would roll his … Read More ““Night Hunter” (2018): The Crime Thriller That Took a Wrong Turn at Every Plot Twist” »
If you want to understand the cruel joke that is Hollywood, study the career of Carol Lynley. Born Carole Ann Jones in Manhattan on February 13, 1942—back when the world was busy blowing itself to bits—she grew up to be that rare thing: a child model whose smile didn’t immediately curdle into resentment. She was … Read More “Carol Lynley (1942–2019): Hollywood’s Blonde Tornado of Promise, Poseidons, and Playboy” »
Born Roxane Bridget Furman on March 20, 1960, in Canada, Roxanne Kernohan lit up the late-1980s cult‑film scene with her memorable performances in genre favorites like Critters 2: The Main Course and other low-budget thrillers. Although her career was brief—spanning from 1988 to 1991—her blend of charisma, beauty, and offbeat roles made her a lasting … Read More “Roxanne Kernohan (1960–1993): Cult‑Film Beauty with a Bite” »
In a cinematic world where haunted castles and revenge-from-beyond-the-grave plots are as plentiful as rubber bats in a Halloween aisle, Castle of Evil somehow manages to feel like the thrift-store knockoff of Scooby-Doo—minus the talking dog, but with a robot corpse fueled by vengeance and mid-century misogyny. Released in 1966 as part of a double … Read More ““Castle of Evil” (1966): A Haunted House of Hackneyed Horror and Robotic Regret” »
They say art is subjective. They also say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But what they don’t say is that watching Blood Bath is the cinematic equivalent of being stabbed with a palette knife dipped in confusion, disappointment, and expired tomato paste. Born from the mangled corpses of at least three different … Read More ““Blood Bath” (1966): An Oil Painting of Incoherence with a Side of Beatnik Vampires” »
