Charles Bronson

Blood Freak (1972)

This movie defies decription so I'm not even going to try. My favorite part is at the end when the narrator chokes on his cigarette while preaching about the evil of drugs.

Hit the Floor and Crawl to Daddy

Sammy Davis Jr. in Sweet Charity (1969) as Daddy - a trendy underground church / cult leader named Daddy who sings the genius lyric: "There's a million pigeons waiting to be hooked on new religions."

Sammy joins Rat Pack mascot Shirley Maclaine in the film for this one number - full of groovy Bob Fosse choreography.

Sock it to me, let it all hang out, do your thing !! I would follow Sammala anywhere!

Way-out Peter!

Some things are just NOT groovy, no matter what!

Vanishing Point

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I have never seen this until last night. What a fucking thing of beauty. I am nonplussed at the zen-like direction, and zeitgeisty anecdotal side occurrences that round out Kowalski's flashback laden journey from Denver to San Francisco. Nonplussed because it was unknown to me. I would have never watched it, probably, until Tony Franciosa made me a believer that TV detective/lawyer studs could actually ACT, via his performance in Across 110th Street. Y'see, Barry Newman in my mind was a real turnoff - I mean, Petrocelli- really. But he's able to capture the vibe one might get from an individual who has been betrayed by every institution he's ever embraced with any degree of loyalty. The camerawork takes the time to build atmosphere, and it's nihilistic antimotivator of a plot supports that need for atmosphere. A story told in sentence fragments. Antihero. Leaving only footprints. Yipe.

We Are Your Children

Chilling. But hey, we're not all dead, so Ha Ha! Also, lest we forget, his roots were in Scientology.
Why didn't Railsbeck (Everybody's favorite Ed Gein) get an Emmy? WTF?!?!? I BLAME THE SYSTEM!!!

Hooray for the Hallowe'en countdown!