Today's entry will continue the path of the 12 films Andy Sidaris made under the idea of baking centerfolds, guns and g-strings. All of these movies have been wonderfully re-released by Millcreek Entertainment in a DVD box set featuring these gems, interviews and movie trailers for your viewing pleasure.
So far, I've reviewed a few of them, but as I promised, I will finish reviewing Sidaris' 12 guns, tits and asses flicks.
Newcomers might wonder who the hell Andy Sidaris is, and to avoid deeper and boring explanations I'll put it this way: Andy Sidaris is the Steven Spielberg of T&A, and his movies are just good, plain fun if you know what I mean.
Sidaris Style Action.
This scene unravels the main plot.
In "Savage Beach," secret agents Donna Hamilton (Playmate Dona Spier) and Taryn Kendall (Playmate Hope Marie Carlton) reprise their roles from "Hard Ticket to Hawaii." This time, the two sexy superspies are stranded on an uncharted Pacific Island, which is suddenly overrun by brawny, testosterone-choked males who are searching for some treasure left there by the Japanese during World War II. When not changing out of their wet things, or skinny dipping in the gentle surf, Donna and Taryn are locked in a life-or-death struggle to survive ninety-odd minutes of light bondage, ogling, and baldfaced sexual innuendo, punctuated by random gunfire and explosions. Taryn's incendiary crossbow is a nice tip of the hat to James Bond. "Q" never had it so good as Hope Marie makes it.
Undercover agents.
"I'm a law enforcer you dummy"
The war is over? Are you kidding?
Nice deodorant lady.
Although his scriptwriting leaves something to be desired (like a real plot), Sidaris's production values are excellent even when his actors and actresses don't and can't. Hope Marie and Dona really try to remember their lines. They are so likeable and so incredibly attractive, and so obviously having fun in this goofy picture that anyone who is in a serious state of mind is advised to take his raincloud elsewhere.
Sidaris Style Resume.
Bare in mind a good profile pic on your resume.
Naturally gifted.
Acting Talent.
This flick (as I stated before) has been newly-released on a 3 double sided DVD set that complete the 12 movie collection of Andy Sidaris tits and ass action based classics. The pack includes trailers for each movie, an introductions by Centerfold Julie Strain. Overall this movie is fun, pure fun, for exploitation lovers.
As usual here's the movie trailer:
See you later for some more hot exploitation reviews, probably I'll go back to 70's classics for a while before finishing 90's Sidaris exploitation.
After some time away from computers I decided to review another classic car movie. Grand Theft Auto (as in the crime, or the popular videogame series) was also known in Spanish as Loca Escapada a Las Vegas & in Italian asAttenti a quella pazza Rolls Royce.The film was released some time around in 1977, and it's considered to date by many movie enthusiasts as the king of car crash films.
Probably the movie title could be a little misleading to the actual story, but that's why I write on this blog, to let you know if this film is worth enough to be considered a part of your B movies home library. Basically the film develops a traditional idea: A rich girl who is soon to be married to a guy she doesn't give a damn about, and, of course about the guy she really loves, which is the guy her family doesn't want.
Alternate movie poster.
Our starring couple in daddy's Rolls Royce.
No cellphones, but car phones.
You can't phone while driving!
So, the movie is about a young couple (Sam and Paula) who are planning to be hitched, but when they confront Paula's influential parents about it. They won't have any of it, and beg her to marry rich guy Colin. Instead she and Sam steal her father's Rolls Royce and head to Las Vegas to elope. From this a large road chase eventuates with Colin calling a radio station to announce a $25,000 reward for Paula. While on their tails, Colin's mother Vivian joins in with another $25,000 for his return. Soon Paula's father has got out the big guns to stop them, while plenty of nutty people join in chase for the doe and the local radio station DJ happens to be commentating the action in a hovering helicopter.
Hipsters.
Spoiled.
Crash!
So long Porsche!
Burn motherfucker!
Just sit back, and soak it all up. Following the success of Ron Howard's starring vehicle "Eat My Dust". Another chance was on offer, and this follow up had Ron Howard kicking off his directorial debut under the watchful eye of producer Roger Corman and what we get is purely light-headed fun with non-stop bustle and chaos ensured. This tight budget drive-in, b-film is a madcap chase comedy all the way, which is ebulliently staged and provides such a rush due to Howard's concisely economical and desirable direction. The animatedly mindless screenplay, which is penned by Ron and his father Rance Howard crackles with plenty of freedom to cluster and stretch out the story with mini sub-plots, clever visual gags, highly witty dialogues and a circus show of colourful characters.
How about I give you the finger officer?
this movie is intense dude.
The concept is simple, old-school and cartoonish, but Howard's knowledgeable timing and honest tailoring lets the film open up naturally with its crackerjack pacing that never lets the momentum slip and expansively robust and tightly choreographed stunts that lead onto a smash-a-thon of fast and stolen motor vehicles ending in flourish of explosions. Howard captures many well-displayed images. Helping out behind the scenes, is that of Joe Dante's airtight, sped-up editing to Gary Graver' sharply inventive cinematography and giving the film some heart is the casually, cosy music score that can spruce up when needed. Being shot on location in open desert back roads gave it a down 'n' dirty feel of authenticity. Attached to it are joyful performances from the entire cast who like to gesture a lot. Nancy Morgan shines excellently in a sprightly cheeky turn as Paula and Ron Howard amusedly sits on cruise control as Sam. The Corman-regulars that co-star on this one range from the eccentrically self-absorbed performance by a fantastic Don Steele, Clint Howard, Rance Howard and a minor appearance by Paul Bartel. Marion Ross and Paul Linke are a riot as Vivian and Collin Hedgeworth. Playing Paula's snotty parents are the enjoyably comic Elizabeth Rogers and Barry Cahill. Also Jim Ritz, Hoke Howell and Garry Marshall give capable, snappy and crazy support. Oh, they don't make 'em like this anymore. Man, these type of spirited features really put these wannabe shallow Hollywood dosh to shame. Something about these outings just seem to stay fresh.
"Grand Theft Auto" is a groovy, no-nonsense splurge into high-octane overload, which is considerably well executed with clarity and precision for what it is. So go ahead and floor it for one pleasurable and fulfilling genre romp.
Next review will be about some hotter stuff by Andy Sidaris, the idea is to cover each of the twelve movies Sidaris filmed based on the Girls, Guns & G-Strings idea.
Here is the movie trailer as usual, take care buddies.
And as a bonus for online movie lovers I give you the whole film courtesy of YouTube:
Today' we're taking a break from the Andy Sidaris girls & guns reviews to go back to the crazy 70's films. You see, besides loving the usual exploitation T & A factor, we also dig fast cars, and today's flick is nothing but that: fast cars & dangerous car chases.
produced under the wise eye of master Roger Corman, this film is an action packed trip. The storyline is quite simple, but allows us to understand the goals and motivations of the lead role. So, take this guy, Hoover Niebold (Ron Howard) who steals an orange Camaro race car to impress the girl of his dreams, Darlene (Christopher Norris). It seems that Darlene has a thing for fast cars and the guys who drive them. Hoover sets off with Darlene, but the law is in hot pursuit. And in Hoover's case, the law comes in the form of his father, Sheriff Niebold (played by Warren Kemmerling). Can Hoover evade his father and all of his friends, find enough gas, and not wreck his car all in the name of love?
Fast opening titles sequence.
I'm the law!
Check my sexy eye.
I want you to ride me in that car!
This is not kids stuff you know.
Follow that car!
Partners in crime.
70's fresh air.
oops!
Eat My Dust combines just the right amount of over-the-top car chase scenes, surprisingly effective comedy elements (Dave Madden, aka Reuben Kincaid, is hysterical as Big Bubba Jones), an enjoyable mandolin-infused soundtrack, an appealing cast, snappy direction and cinematography, and some of the best looking hot pants and go-go boots I believe I've seen into one enjoyable package. I realize that Eat My Dust probably couldn't stand the light of a real critical appraisal, but I'm not a real critic. I watch movies for enjoyment and I enjoyed Eat My Dust.
We ran out of gas!
Boy we love racing.
Hi blondie.
Here we go!
Busted!
The Main Character.
One thing that really surprised me was how much I got out of the plot. The relationship between Hoover and Darlene was actually very well done. I admit it, there were moments that tugged at my heart. Sounds silly for a Roger Corman produced car chase movie, doesn't it? But you just really want to see a guy like Hoover get the girl. I don't use words like "sweet" very often to describe a movie, but that's what I thought about Hoover's feelings for Darlene. It made the ending that much more effective.
In 1987 Andy Sidaris released his second girls & guns movie, under the title of Hard Ticket to Hawaii, a film which in many ways is the updated, corrected version of its predecessor Malibu Express.
The movie is set in perhaps one of the greatest paradises our earth has left since our destructive arrival: the amazing island of Hawaii, which is depicted fully during the entire film on many exterior scenes which make nature lovers as yours truly want to jump off from its dark room directly into a crystal clear blue sea.
The storyline is pretty simple, but this time Sidaris corrected some of the missing spaces left on his first girls and guns attempt.Two superhot girls are special agents and they cross their way accidentally with a couple of little metalic boxes containing drug that is going to be introduced into Hawaii to give way to a drug lord's mean business.
As I stated before Sidaris added a few things, for instance this time our girly heroines are not as dumb as the P.I. from Malibu Express, and they have a couple of studs to help them on their fight, plus a poisonous snake, a giant bazooka and plenty of tits and asses as well.
Original opening titles.
Top special agents undercover.
One of the leading characters.
Better than your average Fed Ex delivery guy.
Girls & Guns.
Sidaris also made a major change in the way our girls would get naked. As oppposed from Malibu Express, on Hard Ticker to Hawaii, the girls have reasons to get naked, like changing clothes or making out with their couples once or twice, nothing like "oh hello, do you breath? fuck me then!" The nude scenes are less abundant and Sidaris prefers to show our girls bodies at work on action scenes which is less exploitative in a way.
This film also adds some fun facts, like a skateboarder killer with an inflatable girl, a razorsharp frisbee, a bazooka that can cause little damage to mass destruction with no justification, and of course the deadly snake that kills a couple of random characters and then sets its mind, if you can say that, into helping one of our heroines to get rid of a mean asshole.
The multi-damage bazooka.
Mean fatso.
checking the mysterious box content on their lab.
Skateboarder killer & a mean doll.
so long skateboarder!
On the winners' Circle...
...Not anymore.
Some Turd!
a Key plot scene.
Overall I rate this film 5 stars out of 5 stars. It has everything you need to laugh at, pay attention and have a good time without wearing out your brains, and you know what they say: You can't polish a turd!
Now as a bonus 2 playboy classic pics from some of the main characters.
Dona Speir.
Hope Marie Carlton.
Finishing today's entry, as usual the movie trailer.
