Double Nickels.

More '55 Chevys, lifted from various sites and blogs.

Mega Shark Vs. Giant Octopus

I haven't been this excited about a new movie in 10 years.

Just dig that title. Mega Shark Vs. Giant Octopus. Say it out loud. Ain't it great?

This thing is gonna stink. A lot. I can't wait.

For more wonderfulness, here's the trailer.

Shoulda Been There.

Bob Dylan, Merle Haggard and Buck Owens.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #8

Came across this on Jimmy Carl Black's website.

Jimmy passed away peacefully Saturday 11/01/08 at 11:00 o'clock pm.

He says hi to everybody and he doesn't want anybody to be sad.

That's him on the right.

7 X 13 = 28

"Did you ever go to school, stupid?"

"Yes sir, and I came out the same way."

From Little Giant. Brilliant.

"The most damnedable ill luck."

That's a frame from a 70mm print of my favorite movie, Where Eagles Dare (1969).

It was recently shown in 70mm with six-track magnetic sound at a widescreen film festival in England. You can read about it here.

"We've been digging in garbage for 18 months."

Two hours of pushin' broom

You're looking at Roger Miller's original handwritten lyrics to "King Of The Road." It's just one of the nifty things you'll find at his site.

Miller's been a favorite of mine since I was a toddler. I still marvel at the way he bumps words into each other.

Mexico, 1966

Classic surf photo by Ron Stoner.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #7

Outtake from Cal Schenkel's shoot for We're Only In It For The Money, often held up as the best Zappa/Mothers LP.

Sorry folks, I feel that distinction has to go to Freak Out!

"I need a taco."

I've plugged The Warner Archive DVD-on-demand program on here a few times, and the titles I splurged on (and at $20 for a DVD-R, I do mean splurged) — Wichita and Westbound — have been quite nice. I was happy with the quality — and overjoyed to have these things sitting in my house.

There are a number of other titles I want. More of their Randolph Scotts. Darby's Rangers. But I was really looking forward to one of their latest releases, Freebie And The Bean, Richard Rush's terrific 1974 buddy/cop movie. It's got a ton of great car and motorcycle stunts. Great performances from James Caan, Alan Arkin and Valerie Harper. Plenty of Hawks- and Altman-esque overlapping dialogue. And Paul Koslo!

Well, my best friend pulled the trigger on this one before I did, and judging from his email this morning, he's a bit disappointed in what showed up in his mailbox.

Anything Laszlo Kovacs shot (dig his list of credits sometime) deserves the red-carpet treatment when it comes to DVD, so for this transfer to be anything less than perfect is a big fat drag. Among the many things he pulls off effortlessly during this 114 minutes, the way lens flare helps conceal the fact that Evel Knievel is doubling for Caan is brilliant.

So even if the picture and sound aren't what you'd hoped for, the movie itself is still hilarious. Arkin's still masterful. And it's still got all that loopy dialogue. (How much of it's improvised?)

And Whitey (Koslo) still gets punched in the face through the screen door.

For a limited time, you can buy two Warner Archive films and get a third free with the coupon code SPITFIRE. Not sure when it runs out. Try it.

"La Nave de los Monstruos." Or as I call it, "The What Of The What?"

One look at that photo, and a true 50s sci-fi/horror buff can smell a masterpiece.

However, some of you might need further proof.

"I want to know if you red-necked peckerwoods are too chicken-gutted to finish this thing in the open."

From Ride The High Country (1962)

"The only way to avoid a wipeout is to take this wide, stink-bug stance."

"Did you see that tooth? She had so much bridge work, every time I kissed her I had to pay a toll."

Sure it stinks. But why isn't it out on DVD?

Quality has nothing to do with a movie's presence on DVD. Lots of super-crappy movies are available — Dante's Peak, for instance. This particular crappy movie, Rolling Vengeance, is something I'm dying to see. But can't.

My senior year in college, this thing showed up at the Greeley, Colorado, video store where I worked. I thought it looked like a real hoot — stupid even for an 80s action movie — and I planned to take it home some night. Well, these dudes came and stole it (along with a VCR and a copy of Faces Of Death) before I ever got a chance to see it. The bastards! Why couldn't they have ripped off The Princess Bride or The Lost Boys instead? We had dozens of those.

So now it's more than 20 years later and I still haven't seen this thing. Hope you dirtbags enjoyed it! A quick search shows that it's nowhere on DVD.

But the clip below (sorry about the cussin') makes it look like it'll be worth the decades-long wait.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #6

In observance of Mother's Day, here's a Mother with his mother.

Another '55 Chevy

It don't get no better than this 81 minutes right here.

One of my all-time favorite movies — which my best friend James and I used to watch almost daily via a faded 16mm 'Scope print — Pit And The Pendulum. Enjoy.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #5

Someplace you shoulda been.

So Long Pontiac.

The news about GM and Pontiac got me thinking about The Rockford Files and all those Firebird Esprit's (74-78 models, I think) James Garner drove.

Rocky's pickup was cool, too. And I'd love to have Rockford's trailer sitting in my backyard.

By the way, 29 Cove Road is not a real address. The trailer sat alongside the Sandcastle Restaurant, now the Paradise Cove Cafe. It's at 28128 Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. When I eventually tote the family out to CA, you can bet we'll eat there.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #4

The New Rock
by Frank Zappa in Life
June 28, 1968

"...I remember going to see Blackboard Jungle. When the titles flashed up there on the screen Bill Haley and his Comets started blurching "One Two Three O'Clock, Four O'Clock Rock...." It was the loudest sound kids had ever heard at that time. I remember being inspired with awe. In cruddy little teen-age rooms across America, kids had been huddling around old radios and cheap record players listening to the "dirty music" of their life style. ("Go in your room if you wanna listen to that crap... and turn the volume all the way down.") But in the theatre, watching Blackboard Jungle, they couldn't tell you to turn it down. I didn't care if Bill Haley was white or sincere... he was playing the Teen-Age National Anthem and it was so LOUD I was jumping up and down. Blackboard Jungle, not even considering the story line (which had the old people winning in the end) represented a strange sort of "endorsement" of the teen-age cause: "They have made a movie about us, therefore, we exist..."

SURFINK!

Dig this, boys and girls.

You can make the scene just like Jody McCrea (in Beach Blanket Bingo) or these lovelies you see here, circa 1964, with your very own SURFINK! t-shirt.

This fine apparel was once available from the Ed "Big Daddy" Roth dumb junk empire. Now you go here for a reproduction. But don't do it till I get mine ordered!

Now, where do you go to get one of those bitchin' RF hats?

Another console stereo.

A Zenith this time. I love how the louvers can be closed when you're not playing (The) Ventures In Space.

In the past, the future was really cool.

Now that future has turned into the present, and it's kind of a drag. What happened?

Where's the kitchen that cooks stuff automatically? The car that navigates itself? The business trips to the moon?

Instead we got microwave burritos, the Prius and American Idol. I feel cheated.

Jody McCrea, Part Two. Or Revenge Of The Deadhead.

L to R: Jody McCrea, Dick Dale, John Ashley, Frankie Avalon, Annette Funicello.

Putting together yesterday's post about Jody McCrea's passing, I came across so many great images, I got stoked and had to stick a couple more on here.

Click on the insert card and it gets like the most.

See ya, Deadhead!

Jody McCrea, 1934 - 2009

Just found out that Jody McCrea passed away. The son of Joel McCrea and Frances Dee, he's known as Bonehead, Lunkhead and most often Deadhead in the Beach Party movies. He's still pretty much the same character each time. My favorite (and indeed one of my all-time favorite films) is the masterpiece Bikini Beach.

The story goes that McCrea was the only one of the cast who could actually surf. He left Hollywood in the early Seventies to become a rancher in New Mexico.

In these photos, note the "RF" Rat Fink hat and Surf Fink! t-shirt.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #3

Here's a little fact-y thing that signifies that there's a tiny micro-speck of hope for the record-buying American: We're Only In It For The Money actually hit #30 on the Billboard charts back in 1968.

Heard the Lumpy Money thing yet?

The beauty of the console stereo.

The Clairtone Empress 601 Stereo Console.

You know, some of these things don't sound too good. And they take up a lot of space. But to me, they're works of art. This one, with its simple lines, is a knockout.


Or Clairtone's Project G.


One of these days, when I get a house with more than 17 square feet...

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #3

Neon Park's cover to The Mothers' mighty Weasels Ripped My Flesh.


And in case you were wondering, where Zappa got the title came from.

Seems like a good day for a '55 Gasser. Or two. Or five.

There's this folder on my detachable hard drive, and it's nothing but pictures of 1955 Chevy Gassers.

I find 'em, I drag 'em. Here's a few outta there.





My apologies to the uncredited photographers.

Man, I wanna see this!

It might stink. But it's gotta be great.

Fridays With Frank (Zappa) #2

The Mothers Of Invention at The Whiskey A Go-Go (on the fabulous Sunset Strip) in 1966. Note the copy of Freak Out! on the table.

What could they be twisting and frug-ing to? "Help, I'm A Rock?"

As you ponder such questions, dig this interview with Frank from 1968.

More Geeking Out About DVDs.

Recently, to announce the new Warner Archive program, the folks in charge of Warner Home Video's back catalog did a web chat deal with the Home Theater Forum. You can read the whole thing here. But the stuff I thought was interesting is as follows:

There will be more Joel McCrea movies coming out, including Colorado Territory (one of the best Westerns ever). Wichita is part of the first wave of titles. Mine arrived yesterday. Good movie, nice DVD. Also, Trail Street with Randolph Scott is on its way.

My all-time favorite film, Where Eagles Dare (1969), should receive a Blu-Ray release next year. I swore I wouldn't make the move to Blu-Ray (or a big fat TV) till that film came out, so I guess I'll be officially wanting to upgrade before too long.

Ed Roth.

Who says it takes a big car to be cool?