From Zombos Closet

May 2025

The Devil’s Sisters (1966) Pressbook

When you talk about exploitation cinema, here’s a good example to include in your discussions. The 1960s and 1970s were exorbitant decades for movies that pushed beyond good taste; which, of course, is the provocative and decadent theme of any enjoyable exploitation movie. The Devil’s Sisters took its cue from the real-crime story of the Gonzalez Valenzuela sisters (Las Poquianchis), who ran their murderous prostitution ring from the 1950s to 1960s. William Grefè (Sting of Death, Death Curse of Tartu, Whiskey Mountain, etc.), directed the movie in Florida over ten days. Rantbit has an engrossing write up worth reading. Grefè also directed Impulse, with William Shatner and Harold Sakata (you know him as Odd Job from Gold Finger). The extensive documentary, They Came From the Swamp, the Films of William Grefè, discusses Impulse and how Sakata almost strangled to death during one scene. Shatner, suddenly realizing turning blue wasn’t one of Sakata’s acting skills,  rushed to help him.

The Devil's Sisters pressbook 1966

20 Years and Onward
(or Yes, I’ve Got a Big Closet)

Creepy closetI opened the door From Zombos’ Closet 20 years ago, first on Blogspot in 2005, then a switch over to Typepad in 2006, and over to WordPress in 2023. At the start, I had two simple goals in mind. Keep it commercial free (no pop-up ads, no links to buy stuff–except my book). Hell, remember those Flash intros to websites? And just keep it fun for you and me as I share my appreciation of the fantastique in film, literature, popular culture, and show off my collection of cool stuff while doing so. ZC has grown to include more than just horror because you can’t really appreciate a horror movie or a book without seeing and knowing  a lot more beyond it. I like lots of stuff.

Good, rich, horror genre is fed by life, death, and everything in-between. You can’t create or understand movies or books without knowing what’s come before them and what’s happening around them. This includes comedy, drama, poetry, the classics, the clunkers, and all the other genres too. Creators can’t build on what they don’t know. They can’t create ground-breaking  horror without knowing the lay of the land they’re standing on. Fans who only watch today’s horror are missing out on a wealth of terror waiting to be discovered, especially in black and white, especially without sound.

To be a true horror movie fan you need to embrace the old with the new. People who say the best movies were done years ago clearly haven’t watched much. This goes for books too. And music. What would movies be without the Hermans, Morricones, Elfmans, Williamses, Zimmers and others? Recently I read someone’s Reddit post where they referred to the “original” Thirteen Ghosts, the movie from 2001. I bit my tongue. The original is William Castle’s classic fun chiller, 13 Ghosts, from 1960. Dude, what the hell? …

Riders of the Sage (1939) Pressbook

Bob Steele was a B movie cowboy star through the late 1920s to 1940s, working at the Republic, Monogram, Producers Releasing Corp, Supreme,  and Tiffany studios (TMDB). I have a special liking for Steele because he stood 5 feet and 5 inches, my height, and still seemed to tower over the bad guys. He had a brief but unforgettable role in The Big Sleep, and won acclaim for his portrayal of Curley in Of Mice and Men. While his early cowboy days saw the most dusty trails, he still appeared in various westerns including Rio Bravo, The Comancheros and others. He also did the non-westerns, Atomic Submarine and Giant From the Unknown. In the 1960s, he played Trooper Duffy on F Troop. From the silents to the talkies, he had a long, and memorable for us, career.

Bob Steele in Riders of the Sage 1939 pressbook

The Mysterians (1957) Radio Spots

The Mysterians 1957 scene with them in colorful costumes.
The Mysterians is a very colorful movie, at least as far as scenes shot in their dome base.

Uncle Oscar called me the other day and invited me over to Witchwood Cemetery to see all the new spring flowers. The cemetery was in full bloom, he said, and presented a lovely sight.

I headed on over there and he was right. Bright colors were everywhere and presented a glorious picture. It was quite the contrast from the usual dreary and bland landscape the late fall and winter seasons presented. It was quite cheerful.

We walked around, enjoying the beauty and saying hello to old friends who were actively engaged in some much-needed spring cleaning. We made our way to the back part of the cemetery and came across The Radio Reaper’s large crypt. The Reaper greeted us as he swept out a large pile of trash.

“Greetings, Granny and Uncle Oscar,” he said. “How are you two? Beautiful day for cleaning out the cobwebs.”

“Yes it is,” I said. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, just cleaning, rearranging, and sprucing up. In fact, I’m glad you came by. I found something you might be interested in,” he said.

He went into his crypt and soon reappeared, a large record in hand. …

Crossing the Streams

AI image of bookcase filled with books and movies, with an old television set in front.Binge watching the streams and eye-balling the books falling off the shelf. What a life.

Finally caught up to the Punisher on Disney Plus. I’d say the title should be more like the Punishment. He does get beat up. A lot. Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle presents the perfect picture of a human punching bag that punches back. Castle returns in a one-off special for Disney Plus, to be co-written with Bernthal, to air in 2026. The two seasons, so far, are intense, with Castle hunting down the people involved in his family’s murder. A twist pops up in season two when one of those people survives a horrific beating with some screws shaken loose and little past memory of how evil he was. He struggles between guilt and embracing that evil as it returns in flashes of violence. Castle just struggles with everything, but especially some internally driven guilt, leaving him open to bleeding. A lot. The Punisher ties neatly into the Jessica Jones and Daredevil universe, so essential viewing if you like that dark underbelly of crime noir dripping off of wet urban sidewalks feeling. …

No Escape (1953) Pressbook

Have not caught this movie noir yet, but the reviews are meh. Filmed in ten days, notable problems mentioned with the film include lackluster direction, stifled acting, and lack of suspense. It’s use of San Francisco landmarks and its depiction of a city-wide manhunt provide a unique period snapshot for the city in the early 1950s (San Francisco Film Locations). The movie also made use of voice-over narration that early 50s movies seemed to love. Here it’s more of the documentary-styled type (used in crime dramas) instead of the character-driven type (like in Sunset Boulevard). Noir movies especially used the voice-over narrator to instill a sense of  reflection, and inspection, into the private gumshoe’s mind and viewpoint. See Jessica Jones for a good example of its modern usage. Sonny Tufts (yeah, that guy in Cat-Women of the Moon), had a good career going until his slide into alcoholism, making the 1950s and beyond one, long, downhill run. This period of his life led eventually led to his name becoming a punchline for joking, with it mentioned in such places as The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show and My Mother the Car. Marjorie Steele did only four movies before moving on to a career in sculpting and painting.

No Escape 1953 Pressbook

The Night They Killed Rasputin
1960 Pressbook

It Came From Hollywood sends along this pressbook for The Night They Killed Rasputin. Here’s what they had to say.

Distributed by Brigadier Films, this drama picture features John Drew Barrymore as the character Prince Felix Yousoupof, an homage to this father, John Barrymore’s, portrayal of the character Prince Paul Chegodieffin in the 1932 film Rasputin and the Empress. That 1932 Rasputin offering also featured John Drew Barrymore’s Aunt & Uncle, Lionel and Ethel, respectively. Drew Barrymore, daughter of John Drew Barrymore, has yet to make a Rasputin picture. If you’re keeping count, I’ve mentioned the name Barrymore five times and the name Rasputin three times, just in case this turns into an internet-drinking game! Brigadier Films distributed only four films in its existence between 1960-1962. The other three were The Tell-Tale Heart (1960), Kamikaze (1961), and The Smashing of the Reich (1961). Kamikaze & Reich saw some success as a double-bill in 1961, and both showed up in TV packages that were played almost non-stop between 1962 and the mid-1970s.

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John Barrymore Jr. (he changed his name to John Drew Barrymore) had a lot of weight on his shoulders coming from such an illustrious family of actors. He did fairly well in American movies and television, and also in Italian movies, but a troubled life with addiction problems, and four marriages, eventually made acting parts dry up and he turned away from public life. “Barrymore eventually withdrew from acting, with his final two appearances being a 1974 episode of Kung Fu and an uncredited role in the 1976 film Baby Blue Marine” (Wikipedia).

The Cobra (1967) Pressbook

Try selling a movie today with the tagline “with guts and a gun and a babe for bait,” I dare you. Yes, there was a time where the male gaze was all over the place in movies, and bosomy women were always depicted with little clothing in the poster art. That’s not to say the movies were bad to watch; just male-centric to a point that wouldn’t be acceptable today. And for good reason. Typecasting beauty could be stifling when the variety of roles was limited. But Anita Ekberg was indeed an eye-full and Dana Andrews, even through his alcoholism, was good to watch, with that raspy, pillowy, voice and his hardboiled edge. From Laura to Night of the Demon, he delivered the goods.

The Cobra, an Italian and Spanish production, imported by AIP, was pure 1960s movie fodder with its drugs, espionage, and spy drama. Anita Ekberg plays a strung out junkie in the film. Given little to do except look pretty (which kind of worked against being strung out), critics still took notice of her acting chops. She is forever remembered for THAT scene in La Dolci Vita where she waded into Rome’s Trevi Fountain. She also appeared in Abbott and Costello Go to Mars and Screaming Mimi.

The Cobra 1967 pressbook AIP

Idiot’s Guide to
Being a Good Horror Movie Victim
(Updated)

Horror Express movie closeup scene showing bulging eyes whited out and bleeding.

Let’s applaud the hapless victims in horror films. They contribute so much to our enjoyment of their terror, their hysteria, and their blood.

They are sliced, diced, minced, blintzed, mangled, strangled, eaten, beaten, slurped, burped–feel free to insert your own action verbs here–and grilled and chilled in countless ways, just to make us jump in our seats, upchuck our popcorn, or tickle our fright-bone. They lighten our distressing job’s tedium, get us through our taxing days and all those tomorrow’s and tomorrow’s and tomorrow’s until death do we part for points unknown. Their brainless, death-attracting, antics creep forth in an endless and frenetic pace from franchise to franchise, keeping us happy because, frankly, we are not them. And we would never ever be that stupid, right? …

Movie Theater Lobby Standees

The AMC Dine-In theater I go to had these standees in the lobby. Man, if I had a warehouse, I’d start collecting these. As for the dine-in part: sixteen bucks plus change for a small bag of popcorn and a small bottle of water. That’s just me, lone wolf movie goer. It’s either Goobers or popcorn (and the occasional Bon Bons). But a family, or even just two people, “dining in” at an AMC Dine-In, is sardonic, as it is expensively prohibitive. I realize theaters are dying and struggling to survive. Dine-In is not the way to do that. Whoever thought this up didn’t think it through. Either you make it affordable or you keep complaining about how people are avoiding the theater. It’s not entirely streaming (though their play window is a kick in the gut to theaters)–who doesn’t want to catch movies on a BIG screen with awesome sound? It’s the pricing. And the lounge chairs we didn’t need. Give us a bargain or give you empty seats. Just saying. And for chrissakes, get the lighting and focus on the projector right for a change! Oh, right…standees.

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Mogambo (1953) Special Accessories
Pressbook Supplement

Clark Gable, Ava Gardner, and Grace Kelly, along with MGM, remake Red Dust (1932) with 1953’s Mogambo. Extensive location and studio shooting make for a steamy jungle picture about gorillas and messy human relationships. Robert Burns used traditional African music in place of the usual score, and John Ford directed with his usual blunt and grump, giving tension between him and Gable. The on-location shooting was arduous and with some danger, with Gable given an armed guard while in Kenya (Wikipedia). The word, Mogambo, is just a twist on Mocambo, which was a Hollywood nightclub that producer Sam Zimbalist came up with. I suppose he was a regular at the nightclub. John Ford was particularly rough on Ava Gardner because he wanted Maureen O’Hara instead. “Donald Sinden (and all male members of the crew who removed their shirts) had to shave any hair from their chests daily, as Clark Gable (who did not have a hairy chest) thought it an affront to his ‘manliness’ (Classic Movie Hub).

This Special Accessories supplement to the movie’s pressbook goes all out and is filled with enough monkey business (I know, I know, monkeys are not gorillas, but gorilla business sounds awful, so…) to dress up the theater inside and out. There’s also a nifty Color Mogambo Animals coloring mat, 16″x20″, that is a great newspaper or standalone activity.

Mogambo (1953) movie Special Accessories Supplement

Castle of Evil and
Blood Beast From Outer Space
Double Bill Pressbook

Castle of Evil has a disintegrator chamber, a robotic clone, creepy castle with lots of secrets, a ray gun, and an old dark house styled setup with people brought to the place to off them one by one. Tossing together every tried and true pulp magazine ingredient into a cheap dish that was filmed in fourteen days (back to back with Destination Inner Space), you will either get drunk after seeing it to sober up or love it for the cheesy spread of a film it is. Blood Beast From Outer Space (which is the American title, of course), named the more sedate Night Caller From Outer Space in the UK, has aliens abducting pretty girls for breeding assistance to save their dying planet. The aliens method of entrapment? They place and advertisement in Bikini Girl magazine. It would be fun to see a remake today, given our social media environment. Not sure if dating apps are still a thing, though.

It has John Saxon in it, his first sci fil movie. Being properly British, the movie devotes some time to its cinematography and script, giving a noir-ish tone with a moody philosophical (aka thoughtful thriller) runtime. Something most American audiences couldn’t quite wrap their head around since there wasn’t enough of the action or terror they expected from the Blood Beast title. Some idiot decided to colorize the carefully filmed black and white composition around 2011, so if you do want to see it, go with the original version. The poster art for both movies is rather awfully cheap looking, but in that attention-grabbing awfully cheap way, so it kind of works well.

Castle of Evil Blood Beast from Outer Space Pressbook