Will the well ever run dry? It seems I could post LP cover cheesecake for the next hundred years and only scratch the surface. Record buyers were evidently a randy lot, easily swayed by a bit of female skin. Where The Beatles or Elton John could afford to get creative with their cover art, a huge segment of the music world opted for Plan B (and B stands for Boobs).
This randiness was by no means an American original. Au contraire. Spanish language discs were the biggest offenders. Indeed, there is a mountain of as yet untapped gold in 'foreign' vinyl eye candy. No doubt, it will allow posts like this to continue for many years to come.
There is just something inherently creepy about a doll coming to life. I think it falls into the same category as clowns, kids and the elderly. Because they are supposed to be so benign or innocent, it becomes all the more warped and vulgar when they take a bloodthirsty bent.
The devil doll trope didn’t start with Chucky. In fact, you could go back centuries via fairy tales and the golem mythology. In terms of cinema, you could start with The Devil Doll (1936) or Dead of Night (1946). However, we’ll concentrate on films from the 1970s and adjacent decades.
So, click the link above and view the top demonic doll movie and TV moments from the 1960s through the 80s. If there’s any egregious omissions, please fill me in, and let’s make this list grow!
Gilligan and the Prof review the 1980 monster movie Humanoids from the Deep. Our discussion, as always, weaves through the pop culture landscape of yesteryear, where we discuss everything from evil ventriloquist dummies to gratuitous nudity. A good time was had by all.
Our top 3 list for the week is "TV shows that we enjoyed as a child in the 70s and 80s, but suck hard upon reviewing as an adult". You won't want to miss this.
How to Listen:
Yes, we've done couples before here on Miniskirt Monday: once in June 2013, and earlier in May 2012. What can I say? It's a particularly fun subject - sizing up the couples, detecting a mismatch, etc. You also get the often godawful men's fashions as an added bonus. So, here's yet another "couples" post with 52 pics for the win. Enjoy.
Men's action mags of the fifties and sixties had stories with sensational titles like "Weasels Ripped My Flesh!" and "Sex Slave of the Nazi Witch Queen". Whereas, the women's pulp had a different slant, with titles such as: "I Was A Wild Hot Rod Girl", "Blind Dating Ruined Me" and "I Married a Road Bum". In my humble opinion, there's something to love in both genres.
In this sharity post I'm delivering up the "true confession" pulp rags aimed at the female audience. All have "confession" in their titles, but each one is a different publication. If only for curiosity, they are definitely worth a read. Happy downloading.... and you're welcome.
|From The Adventures of Jerry Lewis #91 (Dec. 1965)|
This little public service comic book ad was published by the National Social Welfare Assembly.- which sounds like a Commie Socialist organization (so they changed their name in 2005 to the National Human Services Assembly), but it's actually a good non-profit group, representing the Red Cross, Boy and Girl Scouts, and Salvation Army). But their ad certainly leaves room for comment from a 2013 vantage point.
First off, who is this creepy guy eavesdropping on the conversation of these kids? I think it would've been more effective if Superman or Wonder Woman was giving the advice instead of this strange man.
The kids at the soda shop have a dilemma - they're studying their asses off and still flunking. What to do?
In Miniskirt Monday 167 we honored the girls who stood alone in their choice of wardrobe - opting to don the greatest garment ever invented over lesser choices (i.e. the dreaded slacks). As I said back in in October, "Lone miniskirt wearing chick - Retrospace salutes you!"
The trouble with American situation comedies in the 1970s and 1980s was that you never knew what you were going to get when you tuned in: was it going to be light-hearted entertainment or tales from the darkside? There was nothing worse than sitting on the couch, ready for 30 minutes of laughs, and instead being served a smorgasbord of human suffering.
In their lust for an Emmy, sitcom writers got it into their heads that there just had to be “special episodes”. With these stories, the comedy came to a screeching halt in favor of some of the most brutal narratives imaginable. What made it so nefarious is that these shows generally were fun and silly…. then they turned on a dime, delivering terrifying accounts of sodomy and molestation. You never knew what you were going to get, so you were unprepared for the nightmare unfolding before you.
Click the link to my Anorak post to begin with the most infamous example of them all…