Vampires Of Dartmoore
Sought-after german prog-psych lp “Dracula’s Music Cabinet”
Conjured by o~ SeMeN SPeRmS ~o on April 6, 2015
Slaves To Microbes
Our Menagerie Of Germs Is Influencing Our Behavior
Sex-Crazed Narcissist Pretends He’s an Artist
Shoecam Used To Film Store “Upskirts”
Florida man with hole, iPod in shoe filmed woman at Walmart
How Black Pepper relieves Cannabis Anxiety
This Anti-Drug PSA Might Actually Encourage Kids To Take Drugs
Man Set New Wife On Fire For Sleeping With Ex-Lover On Wedding Night
Hotel threatens guests over ‘logging’ craze no one even knew about (deliberately pooing in the pool)
Human Excrement Smeared on Police Cars in Greenwich Village
Nude Bank Robbery Suspect Spits On Police
Graffiti-Art Exhibit Is Artless to Police Commissioner Bratton
A Man Allegedly Posed As A Security Screener And Patted Down Women At San Francisco Airport
Uncle Lou’s Scrapbook: Polaroids of Classic Porn Stars
Cop Treated Sid Vicious Like A Regular Punk
Death By Selfie: Man Shoots Self In Head While Posing For Facebook Pic
The Healing Power of Cat’s Purrs
Guy Claims He Has Tamed a Japanese Giant Wasp, Keeps It on a Leash
Oklahoma Catholic bishop sues over planned black mass
The Strange & Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit
Miles Davis And John Lennon Suck At Basketball (1971)
Conjured by o~ SeMeN SPeRmS ~o on August 25, 2014
A documentary that explores the counterculture of San Francisco in the mid-1960’s
The sex is free. The pot is cheap. Everyone can afford the acid.
Peace, love and groovy, mind-altering drugs are the topics at hand in this San Francisco freak-out documentary. It’s a crude but heartfelt time capsule, released in the summer of ’68, just before the Haight Asbury scene turned into one big, unwashed bummer. And even if director Jack O’Connell (THE GREENWICH VILLAGE STORY, SWEDISH FLY GIRLS) may not have made a great movie, he was at the right time, at the right place, and (most important) with the right tripped-out attitude… Much of the movie is random footage of the hippie phenomenon, while a cute, blond, 20-year-old runaway named “Today Malone” provides a (slight) framework to this ragged mess. And a bigger bunch of long-haired, wide-eyed freaks I’ve never seen — crammed shoulder-to-shoulder, celebrating the summer solstice in the Golden Gate Park. God, the stench of patchouli must’ve been nauseating!
Bands blast away, hippie chicks spin in circles, the lightshow begins, and it’s the same old acid haze we’ve come to know and love. Along the way, some interesting tidbits sneak in, including firsthand tales of getting busted, posted notes to runaway children, Ms. Malone unsuccessfully begging passers-by for spare change, a middle-aged nun describing how she’s similar to these “hippie girls,” and a typical hairball asked if he worries about chromosome damage from too much acid (when it’s, obviously, already too late). Of course, what movie about drugs is complete without a few suited “experts” (including San Francisco’s Director of Public Health and the thick-necked Chief of Police) warning about the evils of this new generation’s chemical dependence. But in the long run, this is a refreshingly pro-drug, pro-hippie pic that pushes the joys of LSD when Today doses on camera, and flies off on its mind-altering effects (actually, all they do is sit around a room, rolling their eyes and feeling a peach).
The filmmakers have all the bases covered. They document the oddest niches of Hippiedom, which appeals to the curious. There are plenty of groovy visuals, in case you’re dosed. They even toss in some nude performance art to suck in the T&A crowd. It also features ragamuffin fashion at its worst (not as ratty as today’s Squatter Chic look, but close), plus music by Country Joe and The Fish, Quicksilver Messenger Service, and The Steve Miller Band… Nowadays, this nonsense is impossible to watch without laughing at these naive, burnt-out rebels, and it’s a reality check for folks who think the hippie subculture was exactly like PSYCH-OUT or THE TRIP. Unfortunately, real life was a lot less charismatic than reel life. And whenever one these wide-eyed innocents vows they’ll never conform to The System, I’ll give you odds that nowadays, they’re somewhere in suburbia, selling Amway products and falling asleep to AMERICA’S FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS.
Conjured by o~ SeMeN SPeRmS ~o on June 4, 2014
Conjured by o~ SeMeN SPeRmS ~o on May 27, 2013
Mondo Hollywood is a documentary “mondo movie” by Robert Carl Cohen, released in 1967. Filmed over the preceding two years, it was described by Variety as a “flippy, trippy psychedelic guide to Hollywood”.
Long considered a cult classic, “Mondo Hollywood” captures the underside of Hollywood by documenting a moment in time (1965-67), when an inquisitive trust in the unknown was paramount, hope for the future was tangible and life was worth living on the fringe. An interior monologue narrative approach is used throughout the film, where each principal person shown not only decided on what they wanted to be filmed doing, but also narrated their own scenes. The film opens with Gypsy Boots (the original hippie vegan – desert hopping blender salesman), and stripper Jennie Lee, working out ‘Watusi-style’ beneath the ‘Hollywood’ sign — leading into the ‘sustainable community’ insight of Lewis Beach Marvin III, the S&H Green Stamp heir, who lived in a $10 a month garage while owning a mountain retreat in Malibu.
Conjured by o~ SeMeN SPeRmS ~o on March 28, 2013
Les Idoles was based on a popular stage play performed by the Center for Theater & Experimentation on Actor Performance founded by Marc’O (aka Marc-Gilbert Guillaumin) who also directed the film version of Les Idoles in 1968. The film’s stars were all originally members of Marc’O’s avant-garde theater group and in many ways Les Idoles was an accumulation of the work they did together on stage. This psychedelic musical satire serves as both a critique and inadvertently a celebration of French pop music and yé-yé culture in the sixties, which seemed to fuel the revolutionary spirit in French youth while also offering up easy escapism. Les Idoles apparently received a warm reception in France when it debuted in 1968, but for one reason or another the movie was never released in the United States.
The film centers around the rise and fall of three pop stars who sing and dance their way through Les Idoles. Pierre Clémenti plays the unruly and rebellious Charly “the Knife” le Surineur who is supposedly based on the real French pop idol Johnny Hallyday and the lovely Bulle Ogier plays the kooky, sweet and naive Gigi “the Mad” la Folle who seems to be a combination of two popular yé-yé girls; Sylvie Vartan and France Gall. And finally there is Jean-Pierre Kalfon as the singer with psychic powers known as Simon “the Magician” le Magicien. Although the quality of the musical numbers in Les Idoles varies, the three leading actors give some of their most energetic and sensational performances in this uncompromising musical.
Conjured by o~ SeMeN SPeRmS ~o on February 29, 2012