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JM Cozzoli

A horror and movie fan with a blog. Scary.

Hobo With a Shotgun (2011)

Hobo-with-a-shotgun-movie-poster Zombos Says: Good (for gore and Trash Cinema fans, mostly)

We were in the cinematorium discussing what the hell Hobo With a Shotgun was about. I love Rutger Hauer, and he’s perfect in the role of Hobo, with his craggy face and sparkly eyes under all that grizzle, but really, what the hell?

“Hey, where’d Zombos go?” he asked.

“He left during the busload of children fricasseed by the flamethrower interlude,” I said.

Trash cinema isn’t Zombos’ usual thing anyway, especially when it concerns fricasseeing kids. Come to think of it, it isn’t mine either.

While not as sexually outrageous and bizarre as Tokyo Gore Police or as repulsive as Street Trash, Jason Eisener and writers do a wild job that comes close, saturating this golden turkey with over the rainbow colors, plotting an absurd predicament even Albert Camus would find mind-numbing, and serving up a heapful of over the top—and under the bottom—caricatures.

There’s a golden-hearted hooker (Molly Dunsworth), a hobo with a dream of owning a lawn mower (to start a lawn mowing business, of course), and The Drake (Brian Downey), a criminal boss crushing the heart and soul out of Hope Town to create his own Scum Town. It’s silly, stupid, insulting, crazy, trashy, exploitative, and quite aware of all these things. Not to be taken seriously, it is seriously grindhouse as the blood flows, heads roll, and blacklight poster situations increasingly take on the look and feel of a psychedelic-fueled withdrawal.

“So, what did you think?” asked Paul Holstenwall, purveyor of the midnight run of filmdom, running his hands through his long black hair. His blue eyes beamed at me expectantly. He had mired our attention on this one.

I took a deep breath. “I have conflicted feelings about it. Hobo With a Shotgun is like passing a bong around, with each toke building to a highpoint of intoxication only to eventually downslide into nausea.”

“Exactly! That’s the beauty of it. It’s mired in dirty realism and transgressive angst,” beamed Paul.

Maybe to a Charles Bukowski fan, I thought, but didn’t voice my assumption. My impression pretty much formed when Abby, the heart-of-gold hooker with a bear fetish, gets her hand mowed off, then uses the boney stump to stab The Drake again and again. I admit there’s a sense of poetic justice tucked away in there somewhere, but it’s buried under the gore and screams. Irony and sardonic mawkishness go ozone when Hobo walks into the Pawn Til Dawn pawn shop and sees his heart’s desire, a lawn mower for $49.99. There’s nothing that says ‘home’ more than a freshly mowed lawn. To get the money he lets a sleaze-ball (Pasha Ebrahimi) with lots of cash and a video camera tape him getting his teeth knocked out by another bum. Money in hand, just when he’s about to pay for the mower, schizo-robbers come in and threaten a mom and her baby.

The shotgun hanging on the wall in back of the counter is also $49.99. He makes the tough choice all trash cinema heroes must eventually make. So instead of mowing grass he mows down bad guys, cleaning up the streets one shell at a time.

In-between the hospital hangings, the manhole cover necklaces, the mobs turning against hobos, and the Plague Twins showdown—motorcycle creepizoids dressed in Boilerplate—Abby, the hooker and hobo’s only friend, spends a lot of time with blood on her face, and hobo finds out if he can solve the world’s problems with a shotgun bought at $49.99, shells gratis.

Of course, if this movie was called Hobo With a Lawn Mower, things might have been different.

The Creature Walks Among Us
Radio Spots

The Creature Walks Among Us shot of Gill Man
Don Megowan gives a sympathetic portrayal of The Creature in his new land- dwelling form.

“The Creature is back! He needs a doctor! A plastic surgeon. He’s been touched to the quick…slowly. It’s a sad tale, the creature who walks among us sings. He is the last of the strolling troubadours…the very end. Listen as he sings, ‘Who is the fairest one of all?’”

Most monsterkids will recognize that little intro from the album Themes From Horror Movies by Dick Jacobs and his Orchestra. The intro, written by Mort Goode and narrated by Bob McFadden, sets the scene for the theme “Stalking the Creature” from Universal’s 1956 entry The Creature Walks Among Us (1956). I was listening to this worn-out album this past week, reliving in my old mind the scenes these themes accompanied. What visuals they conjure up!

I had an idea: I went over to the Witchwood Cemetery to visit my old friend, The Radio Reaper. I found him in his tomb, doing some much-needed housekeeping.

“Reaper,” I said, “I’m looking for some old spots to a certain movie. Do you have The Creature Walks Among Us?”

A gleam lit up his old sunken eyes and a smile came across his withered lips.

“I believe I do. Let’s see.” he said.

He grabbed his old reliquary and blew off the dust. He opened it, thumbed through some things, and pulled out a red, 12” record.

“Here you go,” he said and handed it to me.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “Only four spots?”

“Yep,” he replied. “I guess they figured the public knew who the Creature was and what they could expect.”

I thanked him and went on my way.

Creature stuntman Al Wyatt on set during shoot.
Stuntman Al Wyatt on the boat receiving two drugged spear gun shots before being set on fire. The fire was optically enhanced in post-production and a dummy was used for the fall into the water. This sequence was shot in Universal’s shallow tank. Notice the rear projection process screen in the background.

The movie is the third installment of the Creature franchise, the first two being Creature From the Black Lagoon (1954) and Revenge of the Creature (1955). This time around scientists, led by Jeff Morrow and Rex Reason, attempt to capture the Gill-man again, this time in the Florida Everglades, in an effort to study him up close. After they examine a sample of his blood, Morrow goes off the deep end and decides to try and develop a new species through blood and genetic manipulation. While hunting the creature, they soon become the hunted, and the creature jumps into their small boat, gets shot by two spears containing the anesthetic rotonone, and accidently douses himself with gasoline. Gregg Palmer’s character throws a gasoline lamp at him which ignites him. Falling into the water, they soon rescue him, his body now covered in third-degree burns and having trouble breathing. They take him back to their science yacht where they discover that his scales and gills have been burned away but that he possesses human-type skin underneath and a rudimentary set of lungs. His eyes mutate into human-like eyes and his body shape changes, due to his inflated lungs (and to match the drawing we see of him early in the movie showing a much bulkier creature than we have previously known). The creature is provided clothing to cover his sensitive skin and is eventually locked in an electrified enclosure where he observes man’s inhumanity to man – and woman. Out of fear he escapes, and the last we see of him he is staring remorsefully at the ocean before slowly making his way to it.

Maurice Manson and Jeff Morrow examine a drawing comparing the Gill-man to a normal human.
Maurice Manson and Jeff Morrow examine a drawing comparing the Gill-man to a normal human. This drawing presents a much bulkier Creature than what we have been used to in previous films, either to prove a point or to prepare the viewer for the creature’s later over-sized appearance.

Don Megowan gives a heartfelt, emotional portrayal of the creature, mostly through eye movement and body language. We feel sorry for him as he tries to adjust to a new land environment and to learn the good and evil ways of his captors. The movie uses a lot of underwater footage from the two previous movies and some new underwater scenes with Ricou Browning, this time in the old suit and in the new suit.

Here now are the four spots as Creature fans heard them in 1956. So, dive in…and enjoy.

 

Halloween 2024 Sighted:
Home Depot

Just missing the creepy ambiance of Spirit Halloween, Home Depot still manages enough animatronics to keep the spirit of terror going strong each year. This year’s must have monster is, of course, Frankenstein’s creation. Here’s hoping HD keeps the theme going with Creature from the Black Lagoon and Dracula (Bela or bust!) I’ve snapped a few pics of my favs for you to oggle at while you dream of never-ending storage space.

Home Depot Halloween 2024 010 Frankenstein animatronic

Billy the Kid vs Dracula Lobby Cards

I’ll be blunt. I never liked John Carradine as Dracula. His stagey opera cape and top hat, wild-eyed approach left me thinking more Snidely Whiplash than Count Dracula, royalty to the undead. I will admit to loving one scene, though: in House of Frankenstein, when he hypnotizes Anne Gwynne with his ring, well, that scene is awesome. He plays it perfectly and generates such a sinister persona, I just wish he had carried that throughout his stint as Dracula.

But what an actor for other roles, especially as the bright spot in the bad movies he appeared in. A New York boy, he made his first appearance on stage in Camille, a New Orleans production. He was a painter and got his start working for Cecil B. DeMille, doing scenic art in Hollywood. That led to acting roles in DeMille’s films, branching out to directors like John Ford and Victor Fleming. In the 1940s he moved over to horror films (The Horror People, John Brosnan, St. Martin’s Press).

Billy the Kid vs Dracula was a terrific idea. Horror Westerns are few and far between, but can provide a large landscape for terror. Unfortunately, not much of that landscape is used creatively in this one. If you want to see a really good vintage vampire western, catch Curse of the Undead. Still, with John Carradine involved, I can always watch him in action, even as Dracula.

It Came From Hollywood sent along these cool-looking lobby cards (though the coloration seems more suited for Ib Melchior’s The Angry Red Planet).

Billy the Kid vs Dracula lobby cards

Incredible Shrinking Man Radio Spots

Incredible Shrinking Man on set scene showing huge props
Director Jack Arnold goes over a scene with Grant Williams. The oversized props are especially well done.

Hello, My Children,

Your old Granny is back after attending to my ailing mother. She is better and is now able to function on her own, bless her heart.

Many thanks go out to my nephew, Crazy Gary, for keeping The Crypt functioning in my absence. I hear he did a pretty good job, and the spots he highlighted were well received. He’s a good nephew, even though he is crazy at times. I will forgive him for snooping on my computer because last week’s installment was pretty good. I had never heard many of those spots and they were pretty good! He did good….and yes, after much screaming, pleading, begging and stomping around, I promised him he could do more columns in the near future.

I had a lot of free time while Mother napped and recovered, so I was able to catch up on my reading and movie watching. The Late, Late, Late, Early Show on Channel 13 featured some oldies I hadn’t seen for awhile and one in particular stood out. When I got back to my humble abode I searched through The Crypt and, again, thanks to The Radio Reaper, I found the spots to that movie. So, this week I’m featuring the original radio spots to Universal’s The Incredible Shrinking Man.

Based on Richard Matheson’s story idea/novel The Shrinking Man, it is considered one of Universal’s best, and is a special effects bonanza and a treat to watch. Clifford Stein and crew used every trick in the book for this one including forced perspective shots, high and low camera angles, rear projection process shots, split screens, sets with oversized props, and traveling mattes. Rotoscope artist Millie Winebrenner had her hands full combining split screen and forced perspective shots and having Grant Williams walk from one into the other, and having the shrinking man fight and eventually walk behind the dead spider. I’m sure fans back then wondered, “How did they do that?” many times. The special effects team put in an admirable effort with much pre-planning involved to make sure eye line-ups matched and that when the traveling mattes of Scott stepped up to a higher plane they matched the live action plate.

Movie scene showing use of matte
The matte line goes down the drapes on the left side and around the furniture. Shots like this required a lot of preplanning so that the actors wouldn’t cross the matte line and that their eye sight lines matched.

Even though I love spiders…I have two tarantulas, Charlotte and Arachne, I must say I was more on the edge of my seat during the cat scene. It was very well done, and Butch the cat (performed by Orangey) put in a great performance. His trainer put him through his actions and Grant Williams’ reactions were filmed later to match.

This is the one movie that didn’t have a happy ending as such. At the end, The Incredible Shrinking Man resigns himself to his fate and realizes that, in the great scheme of things, to God, there is no zero and that he still matters.
The great Orson Welles narrates the radio spots. They are good, although different than what we are used to hearing. Give a listen and, if you can, catch this movie. It is a feast for the eyes.

Here are the various radio spots for The Incredible Shrinking Man.

 

Grant Williams attacked by family cat
Butch on the attack! A traveling matte shot with a later-inserted Grant Williams. The only criticism effects-wise in the movie is that whenever the miniature Scott is combined into the live action plates he doesn’t have a shadow. To do that would have required additional processing steps, more time and more money.
Incredible Shrinking Man Title Lobby Card
The Incredible Shrinking Man Title Lobby Card

13 Terror Movie Radio Spots to Scream By

Oddity picture for Crazy Gary post

Old Crazy Gary here again…Granny is still taking care of her ailing mother but she hopes to be back here soon.

I was just sitting around the other night reading my newest book when I decided to take a break and snoop through Granny’s computer to see what she has in store for the coming weeks. Wow! What a line-up! Anyways, I saw a folder titled The Radio Reaper and I decided to take a peek inside. I know he has been supplying Granny with a bunch of neat stuff, but I wanted to see what all else was in there. Oh boy! I spent the rest of the night going through over 2000 spots of all kinds from all genres. I had a ball.

I heard spots from horror and science fiction movies I was familiar with and some I was not. I wrote down the names of the ones I thought were especially good and thought you should hear them. These are crazy good and have received the “Five Thumbs-up Crazy Gary Approval Rating”.

Granny would more than likely never feature these because they are not from the 1950-63 time frame she specializes in but they are too good to pass up. They will make you shudder; they will make you scream; they will make you want to see them; they are that good.

So listen, if you dare, to these tidbits from The Radio Reaper’s Reliquary. They will haunt you forever!

13 Terror Radio Spots for Alligator, Crocodile, Midnight, The Bat People, The Black Belly of the Tarantula, The Legend of Spider Forest, The Projected Man, and The Twilight People.

 

Halloween 2024 Sighted:
Spirit Halloween

Spirit Halloween 2024 store display

I was happy to see a Spirit Halloween store, by me, open up this early. Every year they do a nifty store display and carry a ton of merry terror merch to lighten your wallet and clutter up your living space. But such clutter! Along with the dark carnival theme for 2024, there’s more merch that would give Lurch a backache. One hot item for monsterkids, a Frankenstein’s monster bust, looks like it is selling out. I saw one lonely Frankie on the shelf. Where’s Dracula I ask? Here are highlights of what caught my eyes. …

Hercules Mexican Lobby Card

Loved watching his movies every Sunday (along with the Abbott and Costello movies) on television. Reeves was born in Montana. Here’s a quote attributed to him from IMDb:

Filmmaking in Europe was a little different from working in the United States. There’s a scene in ‘Hercules’ where I’m in chains — they looked like steel, but they were actually made of wood — and I had to swing these chains at my supposed enemies who were advancing towards me. Well, I didn’t want to really strike someone so I kind of held back with my motions. The director yelled, ‘Swing those chains! Swing them hard!’ I said, ‘I don’t want to hurt someone.’ And the director yelled back, ‘If they don’t get hurt, they don’t get paid!’

Hercules Mexican lobby card

More Peplum Movie Radio Spots

Hercules double bill movie poster with steve reevesCrazy Gary here with part two of our Sword and Sandal extravaganza…(see part one).

Summer, 1959, was a turning point for a lot of monsterkids. A movie opened which fired our imaginations and introduced us to a new type of movie. I’m talking about the movie Hercules which got a lot of us interested in weight training and classical literature, especially Greek mythology.

Starring an unknown –at least to us–actor named Steve Reeves, the movie was complete with heroes, beautiful scantily-clad women, fighting, adventures at sea, ape men, a dinosaur that roared like Godzilla, and many feats of strength. The music was awe-inspiring. And Steve Reeves…wow, was he built. Every guy wanted to look like him. Turns out he was a former Mr. America, Mr. World, and Mr. Universe.

I was only nine when I first saw it, and by the time it had finished its run in the second-run theaters, I had seen it twelve times. I even received the Hercules soundtrack record for Christmas that year.

In the summer of 1960, Hercules Unchained was released and I saw it many times, too. By then, Steve Reeves was a worldwide star and both movies were box office hits. Articles on Steve Reeves and his training methods regularly appeared in the muscle magazines of the time.

Reeves went on to star in several more “Sword and Sandal” type films and his last one, A Long Ride From Hell, was a western. By the end of his career, the term “sword and sandal” referred to any movie set in antiquity, primarily Rome or Greece. Within that genre there were two types of movies: one where the hero possessed great strength and went about righting wrongs. He could be Hercules, Samson, Ursus, Maciste, Goliath (see last week’s article about the two “Goliath” movies), or one of the Sons of Hercules. The other type was where the hero was a regular guy, often a great warrior or Roman soldier, but possessing no exceptional strength. Two of Reeves’ movies stand out in the latter category: Duel of the Titans, with Gordon Scott, and The Slave. …

Threshold by Murphy St. John
Book Review

threshold by Murphy St. John book coverHere’s my review for Threshold by Murphy St. John that appeared in The Horror Zine.

Malcolm is having a rough night. First there is the suicide in the apartment next to his, smelling up the place, and then when he tries to wheelbarrow the body as far away from his nose as he can, his mouth suddenly tastes salt water and his feet are slipping on a sandy beach. The jungle nearby clues him in on the something-is-wrong possibility. Of course, he soon learns he is dead too, but that turns out to be the least of his problems.

Murphy St. John keeps pushing the threshold for Malcolm and his fellow bewildered travelers he meets in this self-published novel, aptly titled Threshold. I will state up front that the book is good, with a fast, pulp-style pace, is descriptively weird enough with ample monsters to beset them—especially if you are into religious-based nightmares—and certainly well worth your summer reading time spent alongside a nice cold glass of lemonade (or, if you prefer, in the fall, with a nice cup of hot tea). I felt I needed to say this now because self-publishing has a stigma attached to it for some readers, but Threshold is not problematic regarding editing or writing cred, not one bit.

But the problems Malcolm and his confused companions face are definitely a mix of unpleasant things, following one after the other. Ellis, Annette, Cameron, Doug, and Travis, each with a good reason bad enough to get them running room only in limbo, have to face various challenges orchestrated by Thalia, a mask-wearing demi-god, with demonic leanings and a tight schedule to keep. Winning each challenge, to work together to survive, gets them further up the celestial sphere so they can go back to the living, properly chastened. Losing means a fast trip to the hot basement of endless torment.

So, of course, they start fighting among themselves as much as they try to outlast Thalia’s dark minions, the frayed, and her wicked games of damnation. All of which provides the story’s momentum through dialog, puzzling solutions, and escalating fraying nerves and tempers. Interestingly, St. John set up Malcolm in the beginning—will he or won’t he survive, what’s his story anyway?—as something of a leader for the group, but then St. John twists Malcolm to a different direction; one decidedly more downward leaning. Another takes his leadership role to keep everything together (as in body parts) and moving forward. Bodies and minds begin to buckle under the strain of trying to stay alive, which paradoxically, in their cases, means less dead, and trying to figure out where each portal is to the next dire situation before the frayed gobble them up.

Like in a video game with multi-levels, each win or loss brings with it a new terror-filled scenario to surmount. St. John creates his symbolic monsters based on the sins each person has committed, although they cannot remember those sins, as Thalia reminds them, “whether you remember or not, you’re in my domain for a reason. Rehabilitation.” She has a funny sense of rehabilitation.

In Greek mythology, Thalia was one of the Muses, presiding over comedy and idyllic poetry. Clearly, St. John’s Thalia is not in that family. She has none of that refinement, unless black comedy, and a penchant for deathtraps like you see in the Saw movie franchise could be called poetic. But that is not to say there is gore because the action is more sardonic than gratuitously bloody. St. John makes both monsters and victims players in a grander scheme involving redemption versus damnation, with both acting as pawns. His limbo is a dark landscape filled with trapped people looking for souls to leverage their escape, and a lot of doom and gloom to spice it all up. And always at Malcolm’s and the others’ heels are the frayed, dark things that devour everything in the wink of an eye, employed by Thalia to keep things lively.

Malcolm and the others also have a mystery to solve: what ties them altogether? Slowly, memories return and past deeds reveal themselves, but they are running out of time and as Thalia clarifies it for them, “You’re all on the express train to hell.” Lucky for us, St. John makes it one hell of a ride.

The Lodger (1944) Pressbook

Here’s the exciting pressbook for The Lodger (1944) with Laird Cregar. It’s almost as big as he was. As David J. Hogan in his Film Noir FAQ notes, while some consider this a remake of Hitchcock’s The Lodger (1927), only the name and the Jack the Ripper storyline match to the previous film. Both, however, are based on the 1913 novel of the same name by Marie Belloc Lowndes. In this one, Cregar uses his immense stage presence (both figuratively and literally), and his piercing eyes, to create a multi-dimensional character that vacillates between sinister and innocuous, innocent and guilty, with a definitely male-gaze problem toward women and his dead brother. The last minutes of the chase through the catwalks of a theater provide a thrilling noir backdrop and pace. The fog-bound streets, darkly lit byways, and confined spaces filmed entirely on the Fox backlot give this noir a classic status. Unfortunately, Cregar’s body size kept him from being a leading man and he died from trying to lose enough weight to open up those roles for him. He was 31.

The Lodger 1944 movie pressbook