My annual fishing week in the Catskills got rained out, so I am slowly working my way through the stack of crappy DVDs I bought for comic relief in the Land of No Internet or Cable.
Let’s get started:
The Hooker Cult Murders (aka The Pyx) is a semi-police procedural and about one-quarter devil movie. It is also shot in the dark and there are no subtitles for the French parts.
The idea of the leader of a devil cult with a madam on the payroll for the human sacrifices and whatnot is solid enough, but this flick goes back and forth with flashbacks and jump cuts and overlapping dialogue and a bunch of other artsy stuff that makes me suspect that someone was trying to make a SERIOUS FILM and not an excuse to see the immortal Karen Black nekkid.
Which we do, sort of. Does a see-thru nighty count?
Anyhoo, this is pretty damn boring and unless you have a really strong feeling about the immortal Karen Black, I’d give it a miss.
The erotic highlight of “Mitchell” — Linda Evans’ back (above left); Mitchell drinks Schlitz while sitting on a couch (top right) that matches his sport coat (below right).
If you’ve never seen Andrew McLaglen’s 1975 film “Mitchell,” starring the immortal Joe Don Baker, then you must drop everything and find it. Preferably the version available on one of those “50 Godawful Movies for $7” box sets, which are so badly produced that the titles are too fuzzy to read.
Mitchell is a renegade Los Angeles cop who goes after the bad guys and spends a lot of time getting in and out of cars. He also drives cars and crashes cars. And dune buggies.
He has a magic sport coat that matches his sofa, a fine-looking hooker (Linda Evans) who comes over when the plot needs goosing, and he can hit anyone or anything at any range with any gun.
“Mitchell” is an hommage du fromage, with scenery-chewing performances from John Saxon ( who was always getting in Jim Rockford’s pomaded hair) and Martin Balsam, who must have needed the work.
And there is musical commentary by the great Hoyt Axton, a man who had no peer when it came to rhyming “June” with “spoon.”
A CACA classic.
Three coils, with the automatic one coil deduction for no nekkidity, not even Linda Evans’ butt.
I’ve owned “The Big Sleep” forever, and read the novel umpty-ump times.
And I’ve always been confused by the plot.
It didn’t matter.
I dug out the DVD the other night and realized there was an unreleased, earlier version on the flip side of the disc.
Maybe I watched it before, but if I did, I didn’t remember it.
According to a comparison between the unreleased and released versions, the changes were made — mostly — in order to beef up Lauren Bacall’s scenes with Humphrey Bogart.
In particular, they cheesed a scene with Bacall in a weird veil, for no apparent reason.
But the big change is a long scene in the district attorney’s office. It’s not the most exciting thing in the world, but it does go a long way toward making the story more comprehensible.
It’s worth a look
This was in late November. Deer season, hence the orange clothing. The brookies were sluggish and responded best to the more garish offerings — the squirmy worm in particular. I was using a Cabelas 6 1/2 foot, 4 weight glass rod, which are typically about $69 plus shipping and as such an incredible deal. I also have the 7 foot 5 weight and just ordered the 5 foot 9 inch 3 weight. All are three piece rods.
On the plus side, the Housatonic River Trout Management Area is running a little below 200 cubic feet per second, which means the wading angler can get to a lot of spots normally accessible only by boat.
But the low flows, combined with the unusually warm and sunny weather, mean the water temperature is getting into the 70s by mid-day.
So while it’s a lot of fun to go out and catch the feisty rainbows the state stocked a couple weeks back, they take a fair bit of reviving, as I found out on Sunday, Sept. 24.
It might be best to give the trout a rest until this hot spell breaks.
Drop everything and find “Naked As Nature Intended,” a 1961 nudist film by the immortal Harrison Marks.
It has cows, ducks, Stonehenge, girls in Capri pants and the Famous Lorna Doone coach.
Personally, seeing Pam, Jackie and the gang encounter the Famous Lorna Doone coach is a real highlight of my career as a important and influential film critic.
The one thing this flick is a little light on is nekkidity.
But hey — we get to see Tintagel! (The legendary castle of King Arthur, you oaf.)