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Friday, September 30, 2016

Underrated '66 - Steve Q.

Steve Q has reviewed more than 1000 bad films at and can be found on Twitter@Amy_Surplice.

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After deciding not to do five excellent films that need more attention ("Cul-de-Sac," "King of Hearts," "Loves of a Blonde," "The Wrong Box," and "You're a Big Boy Now"); five terrible films that bear watching "The Lemon Grove Kids Meet the Monsters," "Manos - The Hands of Fate," "Rat Pfink a Boo Boo," "The Wild World of Batwoman," and "Zontar, the Thing from Venus"); five experimental or underground classics ("Castro Street," "Chelsea Girls," "Film in Which There Appear Edge Lettering, Sprocket Holes, Dirt Particles, Etc.," "Hold Me While I'm Naked," and "Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome");or five obvious cult film choices (" Lord Love a Duck," "Morgan: A Suitable Case for Treatment," "One Million Years B.C.," "Tarantula," and "Thunderbirds Are Go") I came up with the following list of five, which are a sort of time capsule of when everyone was trying to be "with it."
James Batman (1966)
I had just watched a terrible Filipino film based on the Adam West "Batman" when I heard that there was a second Filipino Batman film - I did not look forward to it. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was a quite watchable spoof of both Batman and James Bond. The humor's dated and not much of it works, but the film goes off in many odd directions and it's never dull.

Let's Kill Uncle (1966)
This is one of the most obscure films directed by William Castle. It's a black comedy about an orphan whose inheritance is wanted by his uncle (Nigel Green) and they're trapped on an island. The uncle tries sharks, fire, tarantulas, poison mushrooms and hypnotism before the child turns the tables with the assistance of a young girl.

Modesty Blaise (1966)
This does not follow the comic strip of the same name very closely, but is a document for all the weird excesses of the 1960's. The clothes are amazing, for one thing, as are some of the sets. Dirk Bogarde plays the villain, Terence Stamp a knife-throwing anti-hero, Monica Vitti is Modesty. The film is off-kilter and weird, the music is fun and it's all a Technicolor assault on the eyes.

Shoot Loud, Louder... I Don't Understand (1966)
Marcello Mastroianni is a sculptor who can't tell his dreams from reality and believes he's involved with a murder. His uncle communicates with fireworks. His dream girl, Raquel Welch, has an oven in her van. Chairs rain from the sky. It's frantic and wild, a 1960's kind of loony anarchy.

The Swinger (1966)
Ann-Margret plays a goody two-shoes who can't get her stories printed in the salacious magazine run by Tony Franciosa, so she writes a scandalous article she claims is autobiographical. This causes her to have to pretend she's a "swinger," which at one point involves becoming a human paintbrush. The film is garish and has some wonderfully silly dialogue.

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