September 2007

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Last week's Movie Quiz winners

(By the way, the admonishment at the bottom of the poster isn't as obvious and stupid as it might appear-- odd as it may seem today, even in the '60s, people routinely walked into the theater whenever they showed up. A friend of mine actually grew up believing that you started watching movies in the middle, then stayed after it was over to see how it started!)

Last week's quiz movie in question was, of course, The Birds (1963), directed by Alfred Hitchcock. There were lots of personal recollections from winners and, for a change, this is one Hitch flick that people don't remember all that fondly. "This is definitely one of those films that scared the hell out of me as a kid but now has lost most all of its punch." "This film has not aged well. I was in [a] Hitchcock Film class this past Spring and the class would erupt in laughter at parts that were never meant to be funny. The scene with the crows on the jungle gym has been done so many times since this film came out it's become a worn out cliche." "I never really cared for this film. I’m not too afraid of seagulls."

This was also the film that introduced Melanie Griffith's mother, aka Tippi Hedren, to the world. Say what you will about her acting, she was a real trooper, putting up with filming situations worse than . . . well, a horror movie. The climactic scene where she's attacked in the attic took a week to shoot. According to Hedren: "I was on the floor, on the ground by the door, and they had tied bands around my body before I put the dress on, with little thin elastics, and through the holes of the dress, they pulled the strings through, and then they loosely tied the leg of the bird to my body. And one of them was sitting here and it jumped up at my face and scratched my eye and I just said, 'That's enough'."

But even the worst of her feathered costars were still easier for her to work with than her director and mentor. According to Hitch biographer Donald Spoto (The Dark Side of Genius), it wasn't until their next film together (and their last), Marnie that the director let his leading lady know exactly how he felt about her. Her reaction (and I'm paraphrasing): "Yuck!" Again, Ms. Hedren: "It was very, very difficult for me. [...] He wanted me to be beholden to him for making me a star. Yes, he was sexually obsessed with me. It was awful but what could I do? There's no doubt about it, Hitch did have a very weird attitude towards women, perhaps because of his very strange childhood." (They didn't speak for the rest of Marnie, and forever after, Hitchcock only referred to her as "that woman.")

It was a good turnout of winners this week, so congratulations and an economy-size helping of gull guano to the following: Vince Tuss, Wayne Palmer, Shannon.Blatherwick, Michael Kelly, Bob Redwing, Mark Gisleson, Donald Greene, Lisa Young, Song-Un Lee, Thomas Miller, Dennis Lynch, Joe Rosenberg, Corey Anderson, E. Yarber, Kevin Musolini, Michael Arnold, Bill Hearne, mick, Dean E. Carlson, John Reinan, Michael Mattson, and Nick Rupar.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 30, 2007 11:02 PM

 

Great moments in comic book history

(All panels from the fourth issue of the Dell Comics version of Ben Casey, apparently Mrs. Affleck's favorite show.)

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 27, 2007 8:36 PM

 

World news stories you may have missed

Butcher surprised by dildo sausages (UK). Staff at a German butcher's shop were surprised to discover a customer had hidden two sex toys in their sausages, police said on Wednesday, intended for transport to Dubai.

'It was two latex dildos with a natural look,' said a spokesman for police, who possibly has a rewarding career in the dildo-describing industry ahead of him.

'He could have used a loaf of bread,' the police spokesman said. 'It's not against the law here.'

Exactly why the police would have preferred him to use a loaf of bread, rather than sausages, to transport his dildos remains unclear at the time of writing.

Hellish neighbours kicked out of home (UK). A family who featured on a prime time television programme about neighbours from hell have been evicted from their home in New Addington.

The family appeared on an ITV programme in the 1990s. At the time they were warned with eviction if they did not clear their garden of rubbish and cars.

Although they initially removed the vehicles they returned to their antisocial ways and the council was not prepared to give them a second chance.

Housing officers found the house wrecked with broken windows and the family has since been billed for the damage and cleaning costs.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 27, 2007 5:37 PM

 

Beach Blanket Springsteen

A well-meaning correspondent sent me a couple tracks from the upcoming Bruce Springsteen CD, the modestly-titled Magic, because it's touted to be inspired by Brian Wilson. Despite what online reviewers say, kettle drums, sleigh bells, and ProTooled background falsettos do not a Beach Boys record make. But the shift in E-Street gears reminded me of what I hate the most about AARP-Rock, even by the people I revere, so here's my email reply-- enjoy it, snoops!

Hey--

I almost liked this one ["Your Own Worst Enemy]-- the other ["The Girls in Their Summer Clothes"}, not at all.

Maybe it was the mp3, but I don't think so-- his voice is so gauzed-up by EQ and processing, he sounds like a human drum machine. Everything's bleached out. And if that was Clarence gasping away on the "Summer" song, how long has he been on the critical list? Anyway, anybody can sound like The Beach Boys with ProTools-- even Mike Love-- but as a lover of the original and an old guy who can admit to being one (old guy, that is), these tracks might be good songs, but as records, they suck.

Here it comes, pal-- the descent into old rocker hell, as your man joins the rest of these vain bastards (including my men, Brian and Paul) in refusing to call it a day as a singer and emulate Johnny Carson in knowing when to walk away.

I predict . . . Iowa State Fair for Bruuuce in the next decade. Maybe even Minnesota!

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 27, 2007 3:08 AM

 

Sssserpents

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 24, 2007 1:49 AM

 

The Monday Movie Quiz #142

First, a hint-- unlike last week's quiz movie in question, no real known killers starred in this film.

Now . . . the pics:

Got it? Good-- then send me an email with the movie's title by late Sunday night. If you're right, expect to see your name in next week's winner's conference, er, circle.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 24, 2007 12:53 AM

 

Last week's Movie Quiz winners

Last week's quiz movie in question was not, as one wag suggested, Boys in the Hoods, but the 1974 turkey The Klansman, starring Lee Marvin and Richard Burton, the man who was blotted out of last week's first picture clue. I didn't pick it because it's worth a second or even a first look, although with a script co-written by Sam Fuller, it's not completely without interest for the film fan. For those still interested in the bottomless cesspool that is O.J. Simpson, however, the movie is morbid comedy gold.

Simpson plays Garth, who's tired of the Klan in his town gunning down his buddies right in front of him, so he starts killing them, one at a time. This gives him the opportunity to snarl things like, "When are you gonna pick up a gun? Well, whenever you do, you know where to find me." (Yeah, in the memorabilia room!) It also has lots of moments of The Juice looking natural-- ladies and gentlemen of the jury, If I Did It-- The Fumetti:

And finally, because it was a movie and not real life:

A surprising number of winners, considering even the few people who've seen The Klansman don't remember it, so congratulations and a trip to McDonald's with O.J. and Kato to the following: Vince Tuss, Wayne Palmer, Song-Un Lee, Donald Greene, Michael Arnold, Kevin Musolino, Michael Mattson, Bob Redwing, mick, E. Yarber, Mark Gisleson, Eric Castro, Bill Hearne, Thomas Miller, A Swede in SC, ron frigstad, Tim Smit, Bill McLaughlin, and Dennis Lynch.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 24, 2007 12:09 AM

 

Great moments in comic book history

(Images from Fantastic Comics #6)

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 22, 2007 12:31 PM

 

From the moldy bookshelf of forgettable lore

"Was this then the horrible price Tim Croft must pay for his disbelief in devil-magic philtres?-- the forfeiture of his own lovely fiancee's life-blood to the undead corpse of Haunted Hollow!"

From "Blood for the Vampire Dead" by Robert Leslie Bellem, author of Curse of the Lovely Torso.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 21, 2007 10:17 PM

 

In Search of Steve Ditko

While I would never tell someone to break the law by downloading, if you are a comics fan of a certain age with no access to current BBC programming, you may want to let your conscience be your guide and find the new special, In Search of Steve Ditko. For reporter Jonathan Ross, meeting and talking to Ditko-- the artist many believe was the true creator of Spider-Man-- was a life's dream, and he flew with crew to New York to find comics' most reclusive genius. The result is a fascinating, wonderful look at a genuinely great artist.

Ditko's life, extreme right-wing politics, and-- best of all-- his glorious work are all treated thoroughly and well, with reverent comments by Ditko fans Alan Moore and Neil Gaiman. (The latter's notion for the famously-unexplained split between Ditko and Stan Lee was that Ditko would draw Spidey swinging by student protestors, undoubtedly thinking ill of them in the artist's mind, only to see Lee's dialogue change it to "Right on, kids, let's end this war!") He also talks to Stan the Man about the dispute bewteen them over who created what-- it's sad to watch this genuinely talented and lovable old comics great not have the generosity to give Ditko his due, and in a piece in The Guardian, Ross said it was the most uncomfortable, personally unpleasant moment of his career.

So . . . does Ross meet his idol? He's coy about it in the Guardian piece-- he wanted people to watch the show, of course-- but I'm going to do something I've never done before, and tell you the ending. Or at least some of it-- yes, with Neil Gaiman at his side, Ross meets his idol. And afterward, the look on their faces is enough to make an old comic-book lover weep-- Ross's childlike delight is palpable, and Gaiman seems so moved that he looks to be holding back tears.

I haven't seen an hour of television that moved me this much in ages, and I recommend In Search of Steve Ditko to everybody, but especially those of us who were young when Spidey was.

(The real Peter Parker-- Steve Ditko's 1944 high school yearbook photo, one of a total of four existing pictures of the artist.)

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 21, 2007 7:45 PM

 

God damn you!

Some things I Googled up with those three little words:

(If you've never seen this video, you must! Not safe for work or almost anywhere, but the most amazing TV preacher you'll ever see.)

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 18, 2007 11:49 PM

 

Other people's arguments

(By the great Peter Bagge.)

It's looking like an angry autumn in my usually quiet neighborhood, with lots of unrestrained front-yard griping and back-door bitchouts. And, as you might guess, I'm loving it!

As usual, lack of tranquility, domestically, is the cause of most of the beefing-- accusations of treating one another like shit, as well as financial failings and suspected whoring/whore-mongering. Sometimes it's a phone call, so all that's heard is a one-sided harangue. (Those are good, too!)

Today, returning from my afternoon 100-yard stroll, all I heard was a shouted farewell, delivered at top volume: "It's everything that you do!" I thought, what might have been the question that triggered such a response?

-- "Honey, what do you love most about me?"
-- "If I ran for President, why would people vote for me?"
-- "What's giving you the idea I'm getting ready to kick you out and get somebody new?"

More to come, I hope!

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 18, 2007 2:52 PM

 

Hitchpoo? Shamcock?

"Alfred Hitchcock" receiving a cleaning at Madame Tussauds wax museum.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 18, 2007 1:34 PM

 

The Monday Movie Quiz #141

A quiz torn from today's headlines!

No, it's not a science fiction film, and that's not an android-- I used my impressive Photoshop skills to disguise the other actor in this movie poster scene, the better to thwart an easy imdb look-up. But hey, unlike the pig in the picture, I'm not a bad guy-- here's another picture clue, this one (taken from the actual film) of his female co-star.

Recognize her? If not, one more pic, this one to let you know what kind of film this was:

Put 'em together and figure it out, because this is a tough one, and not well known. If you think you know the title, send me an email by late next Sunday night, and-- if you get it right-- expect to thrill to the sight of your name in next week's slow-speed winner's circle.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 17, 2007 12:45 AM

 

Last week's Movie Quiz winners

"Find one in every car." "Let's go get sushi and not pay." "I gotta get my wife's car out of this bad area." "They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free." "“I was killing people while you were still swimming around in your father's balls! You little scumbag!” And many other well-known favorite quotes were mentioned by the people identifying last week's quiz movie in question, Alex Cox's splendid 1984 a-punk-alyptic Repo Man.

It was the first feature by British writer-director Cox, and he packed the film with funny dialogue, great (if unknown) character actors (like Sy Richardson, above, with the movie's star, Emilio Estevez), and a weirdness that hadn't been seen in mainstream movies at the time. Not so hard to do, of course, when the plot involves a radioactive Chevy Malibu and Harry Dean Stanton as a repo man named Bud. Stanton is even better than he usually is, and all of his scenes-- lecturing about tense situations and other repo man info, spitting out dialogue like "Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks!"-- are made of comedy gold.

(A good word should be said for Tracey Walter as the driving-phobic mechanic Miller, and the film's executive producer, none other than Monkee Mike "Wool-Hat" Nesmith!)

Quiz champeen Wayne Palmer put his finger on perhaps the movie's greatest mystery-- what happened to its director? "Though I still watch everything that Alex Cox puts out, after this and Sid and Nancy he really dropped into indy obscurity." Agreed, sad to say, and a shame, because some of his later films-- especially his Mexican film Highway Patrolman and the spaghetti Western spoof Straight to Hell (starring Richardson, Joe Strummer and Courtney Love)-- have been interesting, if not the home runs of the first two films.

A nice big turnout this time, so congratulations and a big box of the generic food product of your choice to the following winners: Wayne Palmer, Song-Un Lee, Travis Neal, Corey Anderson, Chris Hessler, Vince Tuss, Dean E. Carlson, Dack Anderson, Michael Mattson, Mark Torma, Nick Rupar, Mark Gisleson, Bill Hearne, Gene, Thomas Miller, Tim McDonough, Joe Rosenberg, Jim Moomey, Isaac Kaufman, Doug Smith, Michael Schurter, Michael Swanlund, E. Yarber, Dennis Lynch, Kevin Musolino, Nancy Louise Rutherford, Sarah Bergstrom, John Slade, Stacy Sarette, and Bob Redwing.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 16, 2007 11:52 PM

 

Great moments in comic book history

(All panels from Adventures Into the Unknown #36, 1952)

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 14, 2007 2:11 AM

 

That Lucky Old Brian

(As The Honeys might say, he's a doll!)

This was the week that Brian Wilson and his band premiered his new musical work "That Lucky Old Sun" (commissioned for the reopening of Festival Hall in London), and the reviews are, amazingly, raves. The word "trepidation" is used in almost every one of them, but only to then launch into the surprised realization that BW's new work is actually good.

From the Times Online: "No-one expects a new masterpiece from a 65 year-old Brian Wilson. Yet, first impressions of songs such as Going Home and Good Kind Of Love suggest he may have delivered one."

And from The Telegraph: "I was trepidatious about this bit, Wilson having written barely a half-decent tune in decades, but That Lucky Old Sun was proper music, beautifully arranged, lyrically a little gauche (the words were by band member Scott Bennett), but memorable, sweet, rich and touching."

And from Variety: "Work is a complex song-cycle by Wilson and "Smile" lyricist Van Dyke Parks. And it contains at least one new bona fide Brian Wilson classic, the bittersweet and heartfelt Midnight's Another Day, and -- whisper it softly -- the work may be overall a match for Smile."

(BW's reaction to all the love: "I enjoy playing in Europe because they always give me standing ovations.")

Paul McCartney has been rumored to appear at one the UK shows. When Brian returns to the US, he'll begin recording the new work. That should keep him busy until it's time for his appearance at the 2007 Kennedy Center Honors, where he'll be honored along with Martin Scorcese, Leon Fleischer, Steve Martin, and Diana Ross (oh, well, there's always one not up to snuff). Not bad for a guy who had his own death pool every time his band played Vegas!

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 13, 2007 1:30 PM

 

My movie year (not yet)

The unseen wonders keep piling up, but here are a few unwatched films that I've bumped up to the top of the stack, just because they look so . . . well, you decide what they look like. They are:

Public Access Hollywood (2004). From the website: "Public Access Hollywood goes behind the scenes of public access in Los Angeles to follow some of its most prominent stars. The doc features Francine Dancer, a down on her luck bikini go-go dancer who claims to have the #1 public access show. David Hart is a man of many talents who teaches kids the values of Christian Science through his puppets." Also included are Giddle Partridge (of the Partridge Family Temple), Rudy the Rubber, and Zuma Dogg. And this guy:

Goodbye 20th Century (1984 - Macedonia). Post-modern satirical fantasy from Macedonia-- who knew! The filmmakers called it the first of a new genre: ethno-groovy. As you can tell from the poster, the main character is actually Santa Claus, but this one is so sick of humanity that he decides to destroy it. Ho, ho, ho, motherfuckers!

Supersonic Man (1979 - Spain), starring Cameron Mitchell. How can I resist a nearly 30-year-old Superman Euro-ripoff that's supposedly "right down there with the most incoherent movies ever made", one where the hero "looks like Ted Kennedy in tights." How can you resist?

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 13, 2007 12:36 AM

 

The Monday Movie Quiz #140

One of the great movies of the 20th century? Hey, if you think so, I certainly won't give you a fight about it. If you think you know the title, send me an email by late Sunday night-- if you're right, expect to see your name in next week's punk winner's circle. (And remember: millionaires never pay their bills!)

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 10, 2007 1:47 AM

 

Last week's Movie Quiz winners

Last week's quiz movie was the immortal Walking Tall (1973), starring Joe Don Baker is his most famous role as Tennessee sheriff Buford Pusser, the lawman who cleaned up the vice in his little town with the help of a big stick. Of course, the standing ovations mentioned in the above poster were for things like vigilante justice and poice brutality. To be fair, however, the bad guys in this romanticized but brutal biopic were some of the meanest men in character acting at the time (including the great Kenneth Tobey in picture clue #3), and it was directed by the talented Phil Karlson, a longtime pro whose speciality was hard-nosed crime and action fare. So civil liberty issues aside, audiences had a reason to cheer: it was a fun movie with bad guys who had it coming.

It's a jolt to see Bing Crosby listed as executive producer of a movie this scuzzy and bloody, but it was originally intended to be an ABC Movie of the Week, the pioneering series of original TV movies from the '70s. But like Don Siegel's The Killers (the very first made-for-TV movie), it was too violent for its medium, so it became an uncut theatrical release. And while the movie today might not even rate its original R-- the language isn't much and the violence is shocking but not graphic-- at the time it was right at the top of movies revelling in the first wave of Hollywood's newfound ultra-violence. But almost as shocking back then was the halfway honest portrayal of the scurvy Tennessee vice dens and the lowlifes in them. That may have been, in part, because the real Buford Pusser was technical advisor.

(Pusser went out on a promo tour for the movie and actually showed up at the progressive rock station I worked for in 1973. I wasn't there, but a friend was and said, "He was huge-- when he came into our tiny little studio, it was like he filled the room.")

So congratulations and a pair of loaded dice from the Lucky Spot to the following quiz winners: Wayne Palmer, Thomas Miller, Bill Hearne, E. Yarber, Michael Mattson, Stacy Sarette, Michael Kelly, and Bob Redwing. And Pusser-sized congrats to Patrick Orr who wins this week's grand prize, to be announced!

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 10, 2007 12:22 AM

 

From the moldy bookshelf of forgettable lore

"My Pamela would be the most beautiful mermaid of them all, and that was what mattered-- not that a fiend's fishhook would be torn from her lovely mouth, not that her lovely body would be split in two!" (From "Blood-Bait for Hungry Mermaids" by John Wallace (Terror is Cupid's Mate), from Mystery Tales, December 1939.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 7, 2007 12:18 AM

 

Satan's best friend

Some things I found while searching Google images for the three words of the headline:

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 6, 2007 3:44 AM

 

Why I'm proud to be a Des Moinesian

Cheesy Attack Leads to Assault Charges Des Moines, IA (AP)

Patrick Hamman, 22, of Des Moines, was arrested on a charge of domestic assault after he threw a bag of Cheetos at his father, Michael Hamman, hitting him in the face Sunday night.

The bag hit his father's glasses, causing a cut to the bridge of his nose, police said.

The police report said "Michael's T-shirt was also covered in Cheeto dust."

Police said Patrick, who lives with his father, admitted that he was on methamphetamine at the time of the argument.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 5, 2007 3:43 AM

 

Never talk to journalists!

From an old school paper written by one o' my brats:

Family Interview Assignment: History of Steve Monaco (father)

My father was nine years old when Kennedy was assassinated, but all it meant to him and many other kids is that they did not have cartoons or TV shows for three whole days. He graduated a year early from high school and was still not interested in politics. He did not become concerned about the Vietnam War until he was 19 and the draft was getting closer. One of the biggest events in his life was when Nixon called off the draft and ended Vietnam, although he still did not care about politics. He did not start paying attention until Ronald Reagan was elected. He could not believe that the American people could have become so ignorant that they elected this tired old TV star to be president, it was senseless and phony. He thought that when Reagan was president, he was not really president but just the master of ceremonies, or more like a game show host.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 5, 2007 3:15 AM

 

Cool guys

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 3, 2007 2:26 PM

 

The Monday Movie Quiz #139

I hate to admit it, but this is one of my favorite movies:

I'm also a longtime fan of the guy in the last pic, and this is perhaps my favorite of his roles. Know who he is? How about the kid? He doesn't look like that today, does he? (At least not in his mug shots.) If you think you know the title of the film in question, send me an email by late Sunday (the 9th)-- if you're right, expect to see your name in next week's proud winner's circle.

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 3, 2007 12:18 AM

 

Last week's Movie Quiz winners

(At least the French knew which star to put front and center in the poster, and which one to shove to the side and the back.)

Usually when a movie is as mainstream and bland as last week's quiz choice, A Beautiful Mind (2001), I get all kinds of enjoyably snarky comments from winners along the lines of, "You didn't really like this, did you?" But this time I didn't get any at all, possibly because the regulars were either too bored or disgusted by this pick that they just didn't want to talk about it. For the most part, the crowd that reads this blog (and three's a crowd, right?) aren't big fans of new mass market movies, especially ones affiliated with either Oscar or Opie, and-- curse of curses-- this ridiculous thriller about mathematician John Nash's inner life of intrigue is both. (I thought Russell Crowe's tic-happy performance was basically "E = Rain Man2")

I want to talk about it, though, because I just saw it (for no good reason other than it was a long, boring night), and I was fascinated by how many of the things I hate about current American films were wrapped up in this one movie. Gross sentimentality, overwrought dialogue and characters, schtick substituting for acting, corny visuals (oh, the golden glow of college days!), and a simplistic and sanitized world-view. For starters.

An exception to the "corny visuals" part is the segment where Nash's "blonde" theory is illustrated. The simplistic approach to everything else taken by the script and direction (by grand homogenizers Akiva Goldsman and Ron Howard) illustrates the mathematical point quickly and nicely, like those old Bell Telephone science films made by Frank Capra. I don't think this could have ever been a good movie, but it would have been better with more of that approach to Nash's life and work in the movie and less of the imaginary G-Man antics.

Ironically, this segment was criticized at the time of the film's release for simplifying the Nash equilibrium, and the movie was criticized in general for its silly liberties with the truth about his life, including accusations that it concealed his (alleged) anti-Semitism. Considering the last point, it's probably a good thing that Howard picked Crowe to play the part, instead of another actor he'd worked with:

So congratulations and a midnight ride with Ed Harris to the following winners: Wayne Palmer, Jim Moomey, Michael Kelly, Michael Mattson, Thomas Miller, Evil Bobby, Joe Rosenberg, Robert Redwing, Bill Hearne, Nick Rupar, Nancy Louise Rutherford, and Donald Greene. And super-cerebral kudos to E. Yarber, who wins the Grand Prize: a DVD of Edgar G. Ulmer's Bluebeard!

P.S. Don't you love the way the title has since been used?

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 2, 2007 11:41 PM

 

My movie year (so far)

By the Sun's Rays (1914), starring Lon Chaney and directed by Tod Browning. This pic of Lon looking sneaky is from the opening seconds of a one-reel (11 minute) silent, still early in his career (and the silents). Even though this little Western is done mostly in static master shots like the above, Chaney's screen presence takes over every frame he's in-- he's always doing something (although never schtick) that makes you watch him. He had "it" from the very beginning.

Genuine (1920 - Germany), directed by Robert Wiene. This was the film that director Wiene made after his masterpiece, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (I doubt they used the word "follow-up" in 1920s Germany). Although the version that exists today is not complete, it's still filled with amazing Caligari-esque moments and touches-- like this living room, complete with skeleton clock!

Santo in the Vengeance of the Mummy (1971 - Mexico), directed by Rene Cardona. Some Santo movies move even slower than he does, but this one skips along fast enough to amuse anyone who can appreciate dialogue/subtitles like this:

Posted by Steve Monaco at September 1, 2007 1:15 AM

 

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