The Sudden Curve

Cyd Charisse RIP (1921-2008)

Posted by Wally Conger, who loves great legs.

R.I.P. Stan Winston

Sadly, the great sculptor and film maker Stan Winston, who's work is showcased in 2 blockbuster movies in your local theaters right now, Iron Man and Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull died June 15, 2008 at age 62 of natural causes following a prolonged illness.

Winston won 4 Academy Awards in a 20 years plus career as a special effects master.

posted by Tom Novak, who's donned a black endoskeleton in mourning.

How to Fight a Bear

Posted by Bob Wallace, who is still cringing.

The Original Rocketeer

The original Rocketeer was Commando Cody, who I used to watch on TV as a kid. I didn't know the episodes were originally at the theater, then moved to TV. I just knew I was fascinated with a guy who had jetpacks and could fly through the air.

Posted by Bob Wallace, whose jetpacks never worked when I jumped off the roof.

The Omega Man

"The Omega Man" was my favorite Heston film!

Posted by Bob Wallace, who was always creeped out by Anthony Zerbe.

Charlton Heston, R.I.P.

Most people don't know it, but Charlton Heston's birth name was...John Carter!!   

Posted by Bob Wallace, who knows these things because he's highly evolved.

The Great Michael Dunn

Michael Dunn (October 20, 1934 – August 30, 1973) was an American actor and singer who shunned the usual "cute" typecasting of dwarf actors and sought serious roles requiring dramatic skill. He was a trailblazer who ultimately inspired a generation of dedicated actors with extreme short stature, including Zelda Rubinstein, Mark Povinelli, and Ricardo Gil.

He was a dwarf (in the medical sense of disproportionate short stature) as a result of spondyloepiphyseal dysplasia (SED, subtype unknown), a genetic defect of cartilage production caused by a mutation in the COL2A1 (type II collagen) gene. This disorder, classified as a skeletal dysplasia, caused distorted development of his limbs, spine, and ribcage and led to early, widespread osteoarthritis and constricted lung growth. As an adult, he stood 3' 10" and weighed about 78 pounds (117 cm, 35 kg). During Dunn's lifetime, his condition was described by the nonspecific term "progressive chondrodystrophy," or alternatively as "achondroplasia," a term that now refers specifically to a skeletal dysplasia caused by a defect in the gene for fibroblast growth factor receptor 3.

He was born Gary Neil Miller to Jewell Miller (née Hilly) and Fred B. Miller of Fargo, Oklahoma in Shattuck, Oklahoma, during the time of the Dust Bowl drought. He chose his stage name in order to differentiate himself from another Gary Miller in Screen Actors Guild. ("Dunn" was his maternal grandmother's maiden name, but his reason for choosing "Michael" is unknown and not derived from his monastic experience in 1958.) He was an only child. When he was four, his family moved to Dearborn, Michigan.

Dunn was gifted intellectually and musically. He started reading at age three, was champion of the 1947 Detroit News Spelling Bee—representing Wallaceville School in Wayne County—and showed early skill at the piano. He enjoyed singing from childhood, loved to draw an impromptu audience (even while waiting for a bus), and developed a pleasing lyric baritone and superb sight-reading skills. His parents defied pressure from school authorities to sequester him in a school for disabled children and staunchly supported his talents, independence, and integration into mainstream society. "I always got thrown out of classes for being too lippy," he commented about his experience with elementary school teachers. "I'd read more than they." His orthopedic condition greatly limited his mobility, but he swam and ice skated in childhood and remained a skilled swimmer throughout his life.

He attended Redford High School in Detroit (1947-1951), then entered University of Michigan in Ann Arbor in September, 1951, just before his 17th birthday. However, according to his Columbia Studios press kit biography, his studies were interrupted when he was knocked down a flight of stairs during a "student rush," which resulted a three-month hospital stay.

In 1953, he transferred to the University of Miami, College of Arts and Sciences, which offered a better climate and more accessible campus. His transcript shows that, despite scoring at the 97th percentile of ACE placement exams and the 99th percentile of the CTS English test, he did not distinguish himself academically. However, he was a high spirited and well known figure about campus who sang in the talent show and facetiously joined the football cheerleading squad. Archives at that university's Otto G. Richter Library show that he became first a copyeditor and a contributing writer, then managing editor in 1954 of the college magazine, Tempo. (Contrary to information that later appeared in his Columbia Studios biography, Dunn could not take credit for Tempo winning the Sigma Delta Chi award for best college magazine in the country, since credit went to the Editor-in-Chief.) His classmate John Softness recalled, "He could sing like an angel, and he could act and he could write and he was a brilliant raconteur." Softness ran a campus-wide advertising campaign called "Wheels for Gary," which brought in enough money from student donations to buy a used 1951 Austin outfitted with hand controls, so that Dunn could get around independently.

At various points, he held different odd jobs—singing in a nightclub, answering telephones for the Miami Daily News, and working as a "hotel detective." ("What a gaff! I got my room free and all I did was play cards with the night clerk and keep an eye open for any funny business in the lobby. Who would ever suspect me of being a detective?") He left college in 1956 after completing only his sophomore year, returned to Michigan, and attended summer classes at the University of Detroit, in 1957.

Dunn had converted to Catholicism (probably from Methodism-Episcopalianism, judging by his parents' marriage certificate) and was baptized on September 25, 1954, by Rev. J. M. O'Sullivan at Church of the Little Flower in Coral Gables, Florida. He was living in Ann Arbor with his parents, working as a professional singer, at the time he entered St. Bonaventure Monastery in Detroit, on February 25, 1958. According to a Capuchin Provincial Archivist, Dunn entered with the intention of becoming a Capuchin non-ordained Brother. He was known by his given name, Gary, since he never became a novice. A testimonial from John F. Bradley, Catholic Chaplain, University of Michigan, states: "He has always been interested in Catholic activities and was president of the Newman Club in another school." In response to a question on the monastery application asking: "How long have you been thinking of entering religious life?" Dunn wrote, "More than three years." Dunn was later quoted in the New York Post explaining that he had wanted to be of service, since he was unfit for the military: "Everyone my age was going to Korea and I had this feeling that singing wasn't exactly doing my part." However, monastery records entered by the Master of Novices show that the physical demands of monastic life in a huge, 19th-century building with no elevator proved too strenuous. Dunn left of his own accord on May 8, 1958, in order to pursue a stage career in New York.

In New York, Dunn re-encountered Softness, who volunteered to be his manager. He also befriended actress Phoebe Dorin in an off Broadway show, "Two by Saroyan," in which both had small parts in the early 1960s. They began singing together casually after their nighttime performances, sitting on the wall of the fountain opposite the Plaza Hotel, and drew a following. Eventually, on the advice of fellow actor Roddy McDowall, the pair started a nightclub act of songs mixed with conversational patter, titled "Michael Dunn and Phoebe." The act received favorable reviews in Time magazine and The New York Times and ultimately led directly to the pair being cast on The Wild Wild West television series, a Western spy spoof with elements of historical fiction and science fiction, which debuted in 1965.

Dunn was probably best known for his recurring role on that series as Dr. Miguelito Loveless, a mad scientist who devised passionately perverse schemes and gadgetry to ensnare Secret Service agents James West and Artemus Gordon (Robert Conrad and Ross Martin). Dorin played Dr. Loveless's devoted assistant, Antoinette. In each episode in which they appeared together, the villainous couple tenderly sang a Victorian duet or two, heedless of the mayhem they had created around themselves. According to Dorin, Dunn saved her from drowning during filming of the episode, The Night of the Murderous Spring, plunging underwater to tear her free, when her costume became entangled in machinery used to sink a boat on the set.

In the pilot episode of the Mel Brooks and Buck Henry television spy spoof Get Smart, Dunn showed his skill with comic farce as the well heeled gangster Mr. Big, leader of international crime organization K.A.O.S. (September 18, 1965). He also gained wide exposure in his role as Alexander, a courageous court jester, in the Star Trek episode "Plato's Stepchildren" (November 22, 1968). The role showed off both his dramatic and singing skills—as well as the scriptwriter's obscure knowledge of the Classics. (Alexander caps his solo about the Greek god Pan with a guttural, onomatopoeic quotation—"brekekekex, koax, koax"—from the Aristophanes comedy, The Frogs, written in about 405 B.C.) He also appeared in an episode of Bonanza, "It's A Small World" (January 4, 1970), portraying a recently widowed circus performer trying to start a new life. Dunn is not on record with the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences for ever having received an Emmy nomination, either local or national, for any of his TV appearances, despite contrary information in his Associated Press obituary, which was widely distributed.

On the live stage, in 1963, he received the New York critics' Circle Award for best supporting actor and was nominated for a 1964 Tony Award, for his role as Cousin Lymon in Edward Albee's intense stage adaptation of The Ballad of the Sad Café, by Carson McCullers. He also received an Oscar nomination and the Laurel Award as the best supporting actor for his role as the cynical Karl Glocken in Ship of Fools (Columbia Pictures, 1965, directed by Stanley Kramer). In 1969, The New York Times drama critic Clive Barnes praised Dunn's portrayal of Antaeus in the tragedy The Inner Journey, performed at Lincoln Center: "Michael Dunn as the dwarf is so good that the play may be worth seeing merely for him. Controlled, with his heart turned inward, his mind a pattern of pain, Mr. Dunn's Antaeus deserves all the praise it can be given."

Between those career highlights, he accepted roles in many pulp horror movies. However, at the time of his death, he was in London playing Birgito in The Abdication (Warner Brothers, 1974, directed by Anthony Harvey), starring Peter Finch and Liv Ullmann. In addition, author Günter Grass had already asked him to play in a film adaptation of his novel, The Tin Drum, a role that ultimately went to the young David Bennent after Dunn's death.

Dunn has been described as a ladies' man with a great deal of charm. He was married on December 14, 1966 to Joy Talbot, reportedly a burlesque dancer with mercenary motives. (Motion Picture magazine described her as a model, in a photo caption in the March, 1967 issue.) The union was unhappy and ended in divorce after a few years. He had no children. He developed into a dedicated philanthropist toward children with dwarfism who would write fan letters to him confiding their loneliness and despair. According to Dorin, Dunn often traveled to visit such children at his own expense, delivering encouragement to them and stern counsel to overprotective parents.

His mobility and physical stamina were poor and deteriorated throughout his brief life. He suffered especially from deformed hip joints (due either to hip dysplasia or coxa vara, with secondary osteoarthritis). However, he scampishly disguised his limitations by telling tall tales that a gullible press eagerly reported as the truth. Various accounts describe him as an aviator, skydiver, judo master, football player, and concert pianist, despite clear evidence on film of a severe, waddling limp, permanently flexed limbs, and gnarled fingers. In published interviews, he did hint at his childhood limitations both in football—"I was a great passer"—and in baseball: "I wasn't a very fast runner. I had to depend on sliding. Working in New York, Dunn reportedly accrued masses of parking tickets, since disabled drivers had no special privileges. He also received human transport from friend and stuntman Dean Selmier, who often carried Dunn on his shoulders through the streets of Manhattan.

Spinal deformities including scoliosis caused a distorted ribcage that restricted Dunn's lung growth and function. The resulting respiratory insufficiency caused overload of the heart's right chambers, a chronic condition called cor pulmonale. He died in his sleep in his room at the Cadogan Hotel in London, on August 30, 1973, at age 38, while on location for The Abdication.

The New York Times reported his cause of death as undisclosed, leading to decades of repeated public speculation about possible suicide. However, the designation "undisclosed" signified merely that no cause of death had yet been determined. An autopsy was performed on August 31st, 1973, by a Professor R. D. Teare at St. George's Hospital in southwest London, who noted: "The right side of the heart was widely dilated and hypertrophied to twice its normal thickness. The left ventricle was normal in size." He recorded the cause of death as cor pulmonale. This information is confirmed in the "Report of the Death of an American Citizen" from the U.S. Department of State, Foreign Service, American Embassy in London, made out on October 12, 1973, by Micaela A. Cella, Vice Consul. The report is on record in the U.S. National Archives in College Park, MD.

A careless London physician named Bell likely hastened Dunn's demise, by prescribing and administering two narcotics and a barbiturate for severe arthritic pain, despite the extreme risk of inducing respiratory depression, apnea, and death in a patient with decreased respiratory reserve. Nonetheless, Dunn probably needed the drugs in order to tolerate the physical demands of shooting a movie. The autopsy's finding of intense vascular congestion in the lungs also suggests the possibility that a rapidly progressive pneumonia may have been developing.

Allegations of chronic alcoholism are unsubstantiated by the autopsy report, which notes only venous congestion of the liver—presumably secondary to Dunn's right-heart failure—without cirrhosis, and without inflammation of the stomach lining or pancreas. One consequence of such liver dysfunction would be jaundice. Another would be intoxication after drinking even small amounts of alcohol, as well as a toxic reaction to the prescribed drugs--either of which could also induce altered mental status (such as disorientation, delusions, faulty memory). This may explain the family's report that Dunn sent home a strange telegram "shortly before his death." ("I'm OK. The cops are looking.") Rumors of foul play and theft of the body are completely unsubstantiated by Scotland Yard.

Remarkably, despite being severely ill and in great pain, Dunn continued working nearly up to the day of his death, living up to his own description of himself as "a both-feet jumper." He was buried September 10, 1973, in Lauderdale Memorial Park Cemetery, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, near his parents' retirement home in Lauderhill. In July, 2007, a first cousin with her spouse and grandson had his remains disinterred and drove them to Oklahoma, reburying them near his parents' graves in Sunset Memorial Park Cemetery, Norman, Oklahoma. The relatives took the action out of respect for the wishes of the late Fred (d. 1981) and Jewell Miller (d. 1990).

Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, he was the only reason I watched The Wild Wild West.

The Greatest Movie Ever!!!

Satan in High Heels!

Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, thank God for Netflix!

The Greatest Movie Ever

Why, it's "Kiss Me Quick," of course.

Here's a review from Amazon.

This is yet another double feature from Something Weird. The theme here is "monsters" but you won't be overwhelmingly terrified. I had heard of "Kiss Me Quick", and knew it was the first film from Harry Novak, who became a legend at the same level as Doris Wishman. "Kiss Me Quick" has to be seen to be believed. The plot concerns Sterilox, an androgynous guy wearing a colander on his head with huge feathered plumage sticking out of the top, from the Buttless Galaxy being sent to Earth by the Grand Glom to bring back a perfect woman. He is dispatched to the lab of Dr. Breedlove (who has a very annoying penchant to attempt mimicry of Peter Sellers from "Dr. Strangelove", hence the name) to study his experimental specimens, most of whom spend their day dancing with test tubes and Florence flasks. Dr. Breedlove (whom Sterilox constantly refers to as "Dr. Birdseed" for some reason) sports what may go down in history as the worst makeup on record. He and Sterilox share what may be the most painfully written dialogue in history, mostly because it is filled with unbelievably bad puns. For instance Breedlove has a mummy chauffeur he calls "Selfish". Why is she called selfish? Because she's all wrapped up in herself. This gives you only some idea of the depths of the puns involved here. Some of the girls are attractive, but one of them has on a black wig so tall that she can dust the acoustic tiles on the ceiling with it. Also featured are the worst Frankenstein monster and Dracula in screen history. I thought this film would be bad, but I had no clue how truly awful it would be. As a bonus there is an audio commentary track with Harry Novak for this feature, which is actually more interesting to listen to than the onscreen action, which admittedly isn't saying a lot. There was also this chestnut of wisdom offered up by Dr. Breedlove to Sterilox, which is the line by which I will always remember the movie: "I show you Lady Godiva, and you ask me if her horse can play the piano! Who cares?" This is truly a work of staggering proportions.

"House On Bare Mountain" is actually an order of magnitude stupider than "Kiss Me Quick". It features the mangiest Werewolf I have ever seen working for 13 cents a day in the basement of an all girl school which is also a cover for a moonshine distillery. It is all run by drag queen Granny Good and the feds attempt a raid during a Halloween party with unexpected results. The film actually has fairly clever framing shots at the beginning and end, but that's about all that is clever here. You must see the Werewolf, named Krakow, to believe how bad stage makeup can be. The film has an extremely diverting subplot about a coed studying the dictionary. If that sounds really boring, you are correct: it is. There are a couple of amusing credits in the opening sequence including "Hair Styles by Hoover Vacuum" to divert your attention from the dreadful onscreen performances to come. Ultimately Granny Good isn't undone by law enforcement, but by the unions, specifically UWA (United Werewolves of America) Local 47 who protests Krakow's sub par wage scale.

The amazing degree of ineptitude seen in the two features is only eclipsed by the special features. Particularly noteworthy is one about the watusi, which will lead you to think that in order to perform this dance correctly, the dancer must execute complex semaphore signals with feather dusters. The worst by far is one titled "The Vampire and the Vixen", which to me seemed utterly pointless. I actually watched it a second time to make sure I hadn't missed a key plot device. I hadn't. You watch it and tell me exactly what the rising action, climax, and denouement are supposed to be. I sure couldn't figure it out.

This is entertaining stuff for people who like extremely bad monster movies. Of course there are some risque bits, which would probably garner an R-rating today, but it is in no way titillating. This is just bad cinema at its very worst. This isn't really a genre that I am normally nuts about, but I will say that for what these films are, they are kind of fun to laugh at.

Posted by Bob Wallace, who has both of them in his Netflix queue.

Some Vicegrips and Two Teeth

"Bug" is a movie I can't recommend, unless you want to see a paranoid schizophrenic who thinks the government has put insect egg sacs under his fillings rip out two of his teeth with some vice grips.

Some people think this is the best film of 2006. I ain't one of them. If I want to see a bunch of loons I'll walk down the street. Blech.

Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, exactly how many times does he have the stab the guy before he's dead?

"Are you looking at me, Mr. Roat?"

Then there's "Wait Until Dark," with the scariest villain ever, Harry Roat, Jr.

Posted by Bob Wallace, who saw it as a kid...and everyone in the audience screamed when Roat came flying out of the shadows.

The Night of the Hunter

I had never in my life heard of "The Night of the Hunter" until about 20 years ago, when I happened to see it on TV. I thought, what the hell is this? Why has it only been on TV once? Why have I never heard of it?

Posted by Bob Wallace, who always remember Shelly Winters...her hair floating in the current.

"You know what I do to squealers?"

Posted by Bob Wallace, who, ah, doesn't know what to say!

Richard Widmark, R.I.P.

So I hear yesterday that Richard Widmark died at 93.

The first movie I remember seeing him in was, of course, The Long Ships, featuring the infamous Mare of Steel.

The last movie he was in was True Colors, back in '91.

He got his start in another infamous movie, Kiss of Death, in which he played the giggling psychopathic killer, Tommy Udo.

I always liked him, because he wasn't your basic crazy Hollywood actor, just some regular guy. But then, he was from Princeton, a small town in Illinois, which I was in once.

Posted by Bob Wallace, who will never forgot that guy who rode the Mare of Steel.

Pan's Labyrinth

Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, Essential Cool Film!

Sex, Drugs...and Techno

Posted by Bob Wallace, who, uh...I'm...uh...hypnotized.

VIKINGS!!!

Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, I think I'll have to buy this film.

How they *&% You

Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, textbooks are worthless and a picture is worth a thousand words

The Most Horrible Movie Scene in the History of the World!!!

I saw this as a kid and remember nothing about this movie except this scene, which has stayed with me all my life. Yuck, yech, blech, what a way to go.

Posted by Bob Wallace, who is still going, AHHHHHH!!!!

Trailer is better than the movie!

Posted by Bob Wallace, who likes Bee Women.