Showing posts with label Paul Naschy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Naschy. Show all posts

14.12.14

Horror Rises From The Tomb.

Vengeance of the Zombies” was a film released the same year as what we are about to watch.  “Vengeance” was also written by, and starring, PAUL NASCHY.  “Vengeance” was a buttload of stupid fun.  So, in conclusion, this should be fantastic.  Gentleman, start your engines.  NASCHY!

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[DVD goes PLAY MOVIE and we are treated to a NASCHY introduction to the movie, wherein he is holding an axe.]

Lovelock: Do we even need to watch this?  I feel like it won’t live up to how awesome it already is in my mind.

Starkwell: It definitely will not live up to that.

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As is always the case with these Spanish films, the costumes are out of control awesome.  Naschy is wearing a bad ass cape, and appears to be some sort of vampire, in the olden times.  He is about to be decapitated, along with his insanely hot woman who is, obviously, nearly showing all of her boobies in her insane dress.

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[Naschy is beheaded, and his woman is hung naked, obviously, upside down and is bled to death.]

Starkwell: The Spaniards certainly like to cut into a naked bare boob.

Lovelock: Meanwhile the scar faced knight watching all of this happen… ALSO PLAYED BY NASCHY.

Starkwell: I feel a Klumps joke coming along.

Lovelock:  I was gonna go the Martin Lawrence route.

Starkwell: Sweet beheading, by the way.

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[Cut to the present day (1973), and a dashing, cleaned up, suit-wearing Naschy is in an artist’s apartment watching him paint.]

Lovelock: Seven minutes into the film and he has already played THREE characters.

Starkwell: I think that might actually be the same character as the beginning, I think he’s immortal.

Lovelock: Or… BACK FROM THE DEAD.  Whoomp.  There it is.

[It's neither.]

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Then there’s a really cheesy scene where the characters all go to a séance, and the old lady medium talks to Dead Naschy from the past.  There are just so many Naschys at this point, it is quite hard to keep up.  Then the Painter finishes his painting, and it turns out he has painted a headless Naschy holding his head (strangely he doesn't seem to think, hey that looks a lot like my friend).  Then he sees a floating Naschy head above his painting, bleeding and laughing at him.

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Lovelock: Which Naschy is which?  Why did they make him play the knight too?

Starkwell: Irresponsible.

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[Naschy fights off some car jackers.]

Lovelock:  Paul Naschy:  Man of Action.

Starkwell: So, wait, the gang is going to the old Naschy castle where the original Vampire Naschy was killed and buried?

Lovelock: Paul Naschy:  Man of Naschy.

Starkwell: I’m really confused.

Lovelock:  Naschy?

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Ok, so I guess they are digging around the property looking for treasure.  I can only assume that they’ll find NASCHY HEAD.

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[So one of the gardeners opens the treasure chest they found and whatever he sees possesses him, and he turns around and kills some dudes.]

Lovelock:  Oh man, you just know there’s a sweet fucking Naschy head in that chest!

Starkwell: I guess.

Lovelock:  Totally where “Pulp Fiction” got all of its ideas.

Starkwell: Wait, what?

[...]

The possessed guy goes around the castle killing scantily clad girls who have been left totally unattended, by Naschy and other men, in a castle that has a mysterious murderer lurking about.  The director makes sure to show boobs when he can and, just for good measure, there is another “someone cuts into a bare breast” scene… BLIND DEAD STYLE.  Apparently all of this murder has made the Naschy horny, because he immediately cheats on his woman with the other random servant woman that he has known since SHE was a child.  Stay classy, Naschy.

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[Painter hooks up with his now possessed blonde idiot girlfriend, and now he is possessed.  He goes after Naschy’s woman.]

Lovelock: She’s probably better off dead than with Naschy.

[Meanwhile Naschy goes back to the other woman… probably for a round two.]

Starkwell:  Wow.  Tells his woman to keep cooking, then goes off to bone the young girl.

Lovelock: After throwing dead bodies in a lake.

[We finally see Naschy’s undead head in the treasure chest.]

Lovelock: NAILED IT.

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The possessed gang go on to put Naschy’s head back onto his body, and he gets up and WALKS.  Next, the plan seems to be to shove his woman’s spirit into the Current Naschy’s woman.

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[They put Current Woman into the coffin that the old skeleton of Vampire Naschy’s original woman is in…  But first they obviously need to cut off all of her clothes and grope her while showing full bush.]

Starkwell: Every time.

Lovelock:  Paul Naschy: Pervert.

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Naschy grabs another feel or two of dem boobies before he stabs her.  Then, with a hand full of bloodnad her boobies, he fondles her some more.  Next thing you know Original Naschy woman is back!  Current Naschy Woman has vanished.

[...]

[The possessed gang is to become food for the undead.]

Starkwell: This is working out well for both Naschys.

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Undead Woman goes into town naked and walks into a random dude’s room and seduces him and kills him and, I guess, eats him.  But not before Boobs, Bush, and some unfortunate dude ass and balls.

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[Naschy seduces a random girl in her room in the village.]

Starkwell: I could buy that if a dude turns his head and sees a naked woman, he might be like “LET’S DO THIS”… but are we to believe that a woman would see a fully clothed and caped BEARDED Naschy standing in the corner of her room, hiding behind a curtain, and would STRIP, GET ON THE BED, and begin fondling herself?

Lovelock:  Woman want him, men want to be him.

Starkwell: I guess.

Lovelock: Either that or it was REALLY easy to get chicks In Spain in the seventies.

Starkwell: Right… it couldn’t possibly be that the dudes making this movie were perverts.

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Basically Vampire Naschy has the world’s most powerful bedroom eyes.  One look and the ladies are like “do me yo-yo master”.  Then… all of the dead people emerge from the swamp and come back to the castle.

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Lovelock:  Say what you will about anything else, but those are some seriously sweet looking zombies.

Starkwell: Meanwhile Naschy hasn’t even really noticed that his lady is no longer around.

Lovelock:  Because he has a new lady… DUH.

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Possessed painter shoots Naschy dead.  He then tries to kill Naschy’s New Lady, but the necklace she is wearing frees him from the possession.  There’s a pretty sweet gore scene of Vampire Lady ripping a dude’s heart out.  Eventually everyone except the one girl die and she uses the necklace to kill Vampire Naschy, but not before a few more boobs are exposed and groped.

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[Girl throws the necklace into the lake.]

Starkwell: Wouldn’t that be a necklace to keep, you know, in case?

[...]

The end.

25.8.11

Vengeance of the Zombies.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Paul Naschy.  I’m hoping that he lives up to all of the infamy in the Leon Klimovsky directed “Vengeance of the Zombies”.  As I start the DVD, a Special Edition release from Victory Films, we are treated with, what I assume we are supposed to already know is present day Paul Naschy, talking about how unbelievably brilliant the movie we are about to watch is.  Basically, I don’t need to try and hype it up to Starkwell and Lovelock, since Naschy is already taking care of that.  After a few minutes of Naschy talking about Naschy, the movie starts.

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[It's a Spanish language film, and thankfully it is presented here in its original language.]

Lovelock: Subtitles?! Man…

Starkwell: You’re not really a reader are you?

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[Introduction of a grave-robber who seems to be stealing jewelry for a woman's affection.  A homely one at that.

Starkwell: Damn, dude, I hope the sex is worth it, she’s forcing you to rob graves.

Lovelock: Hey, he’s no spring chicken.  He needs to take what he can get.

[...]

[Strangely dressed ghost-phantom-demon thing whizzes by in slow-mo.]

Starkwell: I don’t know if slow-motion is what we need right now.

Lovelock: Maybe we can fast-forward until something makes sense.

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[The credits are STILL playing, and the actor names are still popping up, one simply named ROMMY.  I should add that all of this is happening over a completely sensationally wild jazz-lounge-funky score. Then one of Paul Naschy's many characters picks up hot coals.  Music continues.]

Lovelock: There’s no acting there, Naschy is really holding those coals.

Starkwell: Seriously, it’s like the soundtrack to a vintage porno film.

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[Devil thing takes an ax off of the wall of the house that they are in and hacks his face.]

Lovelock: See, that’s why I don’t decorate my apartment with dangerous axes and knives.

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[Cut to the funeral for the ax-in-face guy.]

Starkwell: The guy in the coffin has way more hair than the guy that died.

Lovelock: They probably really drove an axe into the actor's face, so they couldn’t use the same guy for the funeral scene.

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[The deceased man's lady friend seems obsessed with going to seek help from some guru guy, who is so clearly evil.  She shows up at a train station and is greeted by a guy with a melted face who is set to bring her to the guru's place.]

Starkwell: “His name is Krishna Satan, I mean Sanatan, and he just bought the DEVIL HOUSE.  I should go visit him at the DEVIL HOUSE.”  Great plan.  Oh, even better, let the creepy burnface guy take you there.

Lovelock: Don’t judge, he’s just trying to make a living.

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[I can't even describe what's happening.  The guru's place looks like something out of a really bad dream.  There are weird gold painted women, and the guru seems to have a harem of women, most dressed in nighties.  The newly arrived main character seems to be stealing the affection of the guru away from his LADY IN WAITING or whatever the hell she is.]

Starkwell: Words cannot describe the cheepnis of what we are witnessing.

Lovelock: Those zombie girls sure look happy.

Starkwell: Goldfinger?

Lovelock: Woah, get a room, Naschy.

Starkwell: Looks like he did…

Lovelock: Love triangle!

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[There's a guy creeping around with his face covered, and he is watching the main character chicky sleep.]

Lovelock: Creepiest ninja I’ve ever seen.

Starkwell: Cut to… meat locker?

Lovelock: That’s no ninja!

Starkwell: It probably was Naschy, though.

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[Someone that looks like the guru, mainly because half the characters are played by Paul Naschy, breaks into the morgue with his henchmen, to steal bodies.]

Starkwell: How did they get in anyways, didn’t they see that the morgue closes at 5pm?  Because the director sure made it a point to show us the sign, for about five whole seconds... out of focus.

Lovelock: Voodoo never closes.

[...]

[Randomly, there is mention of Baron Samedi.]

Lovelock: Who is Baron Samedi?

Starkwell: Paul Naschy, probably.

Lovelock: This story makes so much sense.

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There's really no way for me to actually explain some of what is going on, so I will simply present randomly some things that the guys were saying over the next little while, and it will paint a picture of how warped and nonsensical this film is.

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Starkwell: Hide behind the mask all you want, Naschy, you are still so Naschy.

Lovelock: Burnt Naschy!

Starkwell: Maybe that girl is Naschy.

Lovelock: But that would mean that Naschy is fondling Naschy’s breasts.

Starkwell: She has an awful lot of outfits for someone who arrived with no suitcase.

Lovelock: Slowest fight scene ever.

Starkwell: Aw, Naschy got his best whites all dirty.

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[A cheaply shot voodoo sequence takes place, and the police are there, and people get killed.  That's the best I can do to explain it.]

Starkwell: Seeing a decapitated woman and subsequently seeing Naschy kill or wound a man has rendered her… horny?

Lovelock: Honestly, I don’t know what to believe anymore.  Which Naschy is that Naschy?  Who are those people?  Why are the zombies so happy?

Starkwell: This story makes so much sense.

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[There's a disturbing shot of an actual chicken being slaughtered followed by more smiling lingerie zombies frolicking around in slow-mo.]

Starkwell: Obviously since the whole movie is so realistic, they felt it was necessary to actually cut the head off of a real chicken for that scene.

Lovelock: How else are you going to raise the lingerie zombies from their conveniently placed coffins?

Starkwell: I don’t think you’re following me.

Lovelock: I don’t think you’re following the movie.

Starkwell: Not sure that it’s possible.  Even for Naschy.

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[Cut to some other character that I think we saw at the beginning, but who knows... He runs into a woman riding a bike, and somehow they end up making out.]

Starkwell: See a woman riding a bike.  Hit her with your car.  Take her to a park.  Make love.  The Art of Seduction, by Paul Naschy.

Lovelock: Can I borrow your car?

[...]

[The movie ends pretty suddenly with a lot more death and the falling of lingerie zombies, mostly in slow-mo again.]

Lovelock: I see where ‘Fight Club’ got all of its ideas.

Starkwell: What?

[...]

The ending credits play out with super funky music and an 'Eddie Murphy in the Klumps' style montage of different characters played by Naschy.  Lovelock and Starkwell both concluded that this was a terrible movie, one of the worst that they had ever seen.  But that didn’t stop them from wanting to re-watch it.  Immediately.  Thank you, Naschy, wherever you are.