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It's Saturday night and you need a B-movie double feature because Spider Man 3 sucks. Allow me to recommend two classics, The Corpse Grinders and The Curious Dr. Humpp. Here are a few good reasons to dust off these sublime stinkers and toss 'em in the DVD drive.
The Corpse Grinders (1972) has an unbeatable name, features human-eating cats, and is directed by incredibly strange auteur Ted V. Mikels. I read somewhere -- probably V. Vale's excellent Incredibly Strange Films -- that Mikels was reputed to have a desert mansion where he filmed his meandering, bizarre gorefests during weekends of debauchery. The setup for Corpse Grinders couldn't be more excellent: hotties are being menaced and eaten by their cute kitties. What could be the problem? Could it have something to do with that shady cat food plant, whose meat deliveries come late at night in coffin-shaped boxes?
The Curious Dr. Humpp (1967, 69), originally filmed in Argentina, has a bizarre distribution history. The original 67 Latin blue movie was imported to the states in 69 by Jerald Intrator, a B-movie director in New York who wanted to cash in on the hippie craze by adding random sexually-explicit footage of flower children getting it on. The result is a a film whose stitched-together feel winds up enhancing the plot, making it even more curious. What is the plot, you ask? Well, here's a taste: some cute young people get drawn into a web of erotic enslavement when a mad scientist (Dr. Humpp) and a disembodied brain try to use "sexual energy" to fuel the doctor's need for life-extending POWAH. Watch in awe as the film cuts back and forth between the fate of some nice Argentinian kids and some New York hippies who -- through the magic of creative editing -- both find themselves in the same demented sex romp.
