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Night Train to Terror (1985) // dir. John Carr, Phillip Marshak, Jay Schlossberg-Cohen, Tom McGowan, Gregg C. Tallas

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Put On Your Raincoats | Blue Ice (Marshak, 1985)

This is another film in the Film Noir genre that I watched because it’s Noirvember, the month in which we watch films in the Film Noir genre, but I have to lean less heavily on technicalities because this is a lot closer to the real deal in that there’s a genuine private detective element, plenty of sinister characters and even a femme fatale. As far as the protagonist goes, Herschel Savage ranks below my favourite porno private dicks, lacking the streetwise swagger of Wade Nichols in Punk Rock and sarcastic charm of Ras Kean in Expose Me, Lovely. But he has a nice reactive quality to his performance, looking convincingly weary and dumbfounded to the insanity around him. The fact that he isn’t especially forceful as a presence works in his favour here.

As far as sinister characters go, this one has Nazis as the villains so it does pretty well in that department. You get Helga Sven doing a pretty good knockoff Ilsa routine, and some non-pornographic help from the likes of Reggie Nalder’s pockmarked face and Richard Bulik’s teeth gnashing. And as far as the femme fatale goes, you get Jacqueline Lorians playing varying degrees of mysterious and sympathetic to keep you guessing. A lot of the narrative potency of the movie depends on her specific allure, and I must say that the movie cheats to make me like her by putting her in a cape, although it undoes some of that goodwill by cutting to newsreel footage of Hitler. This is directed by Philip Marshak, who also directed Dracula Sucks, and while both movies have similar levels of production values, this hangs together much better as a genre-inflected porno. There’s some pretty nice style here, particularly in the later sections when we get some frosty and hazy lighting, as well as the blue phantasmagoria of the conclusion when the movie goes off the deep end. It definitely delivers on the title, is what I’m saying.

And as a porno, while this is shot on film, the visual style feels informed by the SOV productions that were taking over. I’m thinking in particular of the scene between Herschel Savage and Danielle in a sauna, where the handheld camerawork has a looseness and fluidity that feels closer to something you’d get with a video camera, not to mention the use of dissolves. And as far as the sex goes, I will put it delicately that the Boingoingoing factor is quite strong with this one. The Nazisploitation element lends itself to certain exploitative framings, but for the most part it eases off the sexual assault, and the particular dynamics of these scenes, with male and female characters teaming up on another female character, on top of the fluid visual approach, make them feel more, uh, dynamic than these things often can be. It’s a credit to the strength of the first of these scenes that the cutaways to Reggie Nalder reaction shots don’t undo its power. It probably helps that Helga Sven is rather forceful in these scenes, although I did find it weird that the one act of explicit sexual torture she performs is giving a handjob and blowjob to Paul Thomas, who for some reason is covered in bloody scars. Maybe all the really bad stuff happened offscreen, but it wouldn’t have killed the movie to throw in some whipping.

The only bad sex scene here is the one where Savage’s sex worker roommate Shanna McCullough is raped by Ron Jeremy. There are the obvious reasons why it’s unpleasant (rape and Ron Jeremy are two terrible flavours that go terribly together, although the movie at least acknowledges how off putting Jeremy is as a presence). But even on a narrative level if feels totally superfluous. If you wanted to throw in a rape scene, there are more organic ways to do it in a thriller (and indeed, the movie has a similar such incident later, even if it doesn’t actually show the rape). There’s an interesting character moment after the scene concludes (which includes not just the rape but attempted karate by Ron Jeremy; this is not the first Ron Jeremy karate scene I’ve witnessed), but I think the movie would have been better off without it.

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Dracula Sucks (1978)

Dir: Phillip Marshak

Starring: Jamie Gillis, Serena, John Holmes, Annette Haven.

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“Bail of $10,000 Fixed For 7 Men, 1 Woman,” Toronto Star. October 24, 1932. Page 2. ---- Former Accused of Stealing Furs, Latter With Having Burglars’ Tools ---- Seven men charged with shopbreaking appeared before Judge Coatsworth in men’s court to-day and were remanded until Oct. 28. At the request of Crown Attorney McFadden bail was set at $10,000 for each of the accused.

The men charged with stealing furs from the Lubek Brothers Fur Company, Queen St., last Wednessay, are Joe Valentino, Mike Pacelia, Max Walsh, Joe Dorazio, Nathan Tusker, John Sylvester, Morris Rosenbaum, and Max Beaver.

Hilda Reynolds, charged with having burglary tools, was also remanded. Her bail was also fixed at $10,000. There was also a charge of receiving against Beaver.

Counsel W. B. Horkins asked that the period in remand be short. ‘Thee men were doing nothing when arrested,’ he said. ‘They were driving along the highway. The crown only wants to find something to charge them with.’

In setting such a high bail Mr. McFadden explained that the charge against the accused eight was a very serious one.

Fourteen inebriates appeared in early court and seventy men were charged with vagrancy. The number seven was a common factor in with these offences, but did not seem to alter the fortune of any of the accused parties. The bad luck of some just continued on its undisturbed way.

Charles Maddill, Albert Moran, Leo McLaughlin, and Thos. Harris were fined $10 or ten days for being drunk. James Griffin was assessed $20 or 20 days for the same offence.

‘I just got out from the farm on Saturday, your honor,’ pleaded Richard Kelly, charged with being drunk. ‘Won’t you please give me a chance?’ ‘I will to-day, but not the next time,’ replied the bench.

‘I want time to pay the fine,’ said Philip Martin, charged with being intoxicated. He spoke before he even asked how he pleaded to the charge. ‘There’s no fine to pay. I am going to remand you for sentence,’ said Magistrate Tinker. ‘I don’t have to pay?’ cried Martin in an incredulous voice. It was his first offence.

Minor Got Liquor ‘I woild ike to meet one of these ‘friends’ who give liquor to a youth of 18 years,’ said Magistrate Tinker, when the case of Harold Rice, charged with being drunk, came up. ‘I’d see that they got at least a month.’

Rice was remanded for sentence and put on probation for a year.

Solly Sidenburg admitted that he had been in court before. ‘But not for being drunk,’ he added. He was remanded for sentence.

Martin Cullerton said that he had just come from the jail farm. ‘I was there for three months last time. I won’t get drunk again if you give me a chance,’ he said. He looked very surprised when he was given another chance and remanded for sentence

For begging on King St., William Phillips was fined 10 or 10 days. P.C. 159 arrested him.

Carl Regis, charged with vagrancy, was remanded until Oct. 27 on a bond of $500.

James Care was charged with being a vagrant. P.C. 754 said he discovered accused peeking in a window on Danforth Ave. Care was remanded for sentence and warned to abandon the foolish practice of looking in windows.

Jack Sunshine was remanded until Oct. 31 to the Psychiatric Hospital on a charge of vagrancy.

Louis Pantila was charged with attempted self-destruction. Inspector Guthrie’s questioning brought out the fact that accused was so drunk at the time that he did not know what he was doing.

He was remanded for sentence and advised to be more careful of himself.

Police Magistrate A. E. Cainan, of Picton, was a guest on the bench with Judge Coatsworth during the latter part of court.

Could Lose Shirt at Track Judge Coatsworth found Abahram Marshak guilty of theft from William Doherty, a trucker, from Athlone, Ont.

Doherty appeared in his blue overalls to accuse Marshak, 20, of the theft of $4 in the form of two pari-mutuel tickets.

‘I was watching the races at Dufferin on Saturday,’ said Doherty, ‘when Marshak approached me and asked me what horses I fancied. We talked for a while and then I took out a $10 bill, intending to bet $2 of it. Marshak snatched the bill and before I could stop him got five tickets on Locara. He gave me three of the tickets, but said he lost the others.’

‘I saw Marshak snatch the bill,’ said Inspector Greer of the provincial police, who made the arrest.

‘I find you guilty of theft,’ said Judge Coastworth.

‘There was 15,000 people at Dufferin,’ said Counsel Chaplan. ‘Why a man could lose his shirt there and never notice it.’

Marshak was allowed to go home and get the $4 he was accused of stealing. ‘Hurry back with it,’ said the bench, ‘so Mr. Doherty can get back to his farm.’

Marshak was told to go home to get the $4 and to come back tomorrow.

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Dracula Sucks (1978)

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Night Train to Terror - USA, 1985 - reviews

Night Train to Terror – USA, 1985 – reviews

‘A rock band gives their final performance on a hell bound trip into the outer reaches of horror!’

Night Train to Terror is a 1985 American horror feature film directed by John Carr, Phillip Marshak, Tom McGowan, Jay Schlossberg-Cohen, Gregg C. Tallas (Prehistoric Women), and written by Phillip Yordan.

The movie stars Cameron Mitchell, Richard Moll, Marc Lawrence and John Phillip Law.

Plot:

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Night Train to Terror (1985) // dir. John Carr, Phillip Marshak, Jay Schlossberg-Cohen, Tom McGowan, Gregg C. Tallas

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Alt-pop songstress Rebecca Phillips shares short film 'INGROWN'

Fresh off a sold-out live show at London’s October Gallery, rising alternative experimental artist and creative force Rebecca Phillips premieres her new short film, ‘INGROWN.’ Filmed on location in Berlin, Phillips herself stars and directs the unsettling, confusing and downright provocative short feature. The score was produced by Phillips alongside her usual musical collaborator Christian Mac, a jarring and angular piece of contemporary electronica with flashes of modern R&B – not too dissimilar to recent scores for ‘Annihilation’, ‘Ex Machina’ and even ‘Blade Runner 2049’. https://youtu.be/BFZx_ramRGE The film follows Character A, portrayed by Phillips, on a journey across Berlin as she descends into a frantic, distressed state – leading to an intense, shocking climax. Filmed from a voyeuristic perspective where character A is always in flux, the film consciously plays with the imperfection of the filmed image, the material and metaphorical grain, blur and strain that comes from a videocamera breathlessly following the character around a familiar yet ghostly cityscape. Influenced by filmmakers such as Michael Haneke and Gaspar Noe, Phillips, speaking on her vision for the film: “I wanted to explore a particular, prickling paranoia”. Regular creative partners Tom Marshak and Anna Mirkin set the tone perfectly on Photography and Stylist duties respectively – with big plans for the year, if ‘INGROWN’ is anything to go by, Rebecca Phillips is set to become a name to remember in the British and European underground creative scene. Connect with Rebecca Phillips: Official Website | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Spotify Read the full article

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Night Train to Terror - Phillip Marshak & Tom McGowan & Gregg G. Tallas 1985

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Night Train to Terror (1985) // dir. John Carr, Phillip Marshak, Jay Schlossberg-Cohen, Tom McGowan, Gregg C. Tallas

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Put On Your Raincoats #32 | Dracula Has Risen From the Grave (Sexually)

Dracula Sucks is, as it sounds, a pornographic Dracula. It's not, in the vein of The Mad Love Life of a Hot Vampire, a porno with Dracula with a bunch of shit happening. I would also hesitate to call it a parody, even in that lazy modern porn sense (hey, do you want to see [pop culture character] fuck? well now you can! I mean, people aren't exactly lining up to see Renfield fuck), although there certainly is some humour. It's an actual adaptation, which is where much of its novelty comes from, for better or worse. It most recognizably borrows the template from the Tod Browning version and updates the setting to somewhere around the '30s, judging by the costumes. Why? My guess is that the filmmakers had access to costumes from that period and not from the Victorian era that the story is originally set in. But this does give it a welcome level of production values. The movie also benefits tremendously from being set in a real castle, even if it's one in middle of the California desert.

Now, part of the fun of of seeing a story that's been adapted this many times is to see what the cast brings to the table. As this is a '70s porn production and features, even by the standards of the genre, a pretty stacked cast. (Not a pun...although in the case of Kay Parker, I guess it is.) Now, some of the cast, like Annette Haven as Mina Harker, carry themselves with a certain elegance and look entirely at home in a Dracula movie, what with the flowy white robes and whatnot. (On average, the women fare better than men.) Others, like John Holmes, who plays a character named Dr. Stoker, absolutely do not belong in a Dracula movie. Were Holmes a more forceful an actor, he could have had the same effect as Joe Dallesandro in Blood for Dracula (whose thick New York accent matches his character's arrogance and sociopathy), but alas, he feels more like someone in a Saturday Night Live sketch. And yes, if you must know, the bite that turns him into a vampire is on his, uh, claim to fame. Some of the actors fall somewhere in the middle, like John Leslie and Kay Parker as Dr. Seward and his sister, in that they're good actors even if they never really feel of the period. (The two have a scene that anticipates Parker's landmark role in Taboo. It's still a shock to me how prevalent incest was in these movies, given that mainstream modern porn goes out of its way to avoid it.)

Which brings me to Dracula, who is played by Jamie Gillis with a beard. Gillis has been terrific in other films I've seen with him, but I never found he disappeared into this role. He models himself explicitly on Bela Lugosi and delivers much of the same dialogue in a decent approximation of his accent, but where Lugosi embodied a certain otherworldly quality, Gillis comes off like he's play acting the part. Let me put it this way: when watching Browning's Dracula, I can't shake the suspicion that Lugosi might be a real vampire, so Gillis, despite an admirable attempt, can't help but feel like a Dracula hired for a children's birthday party in comparison. He recreates Lugosi's confrontation with Edward Van Sloan's Van Helsing, the role here played by Reggie Nalder (who does not get to fuck), and the result is noticeably campier. (Nalder is one of those people who definitely feels at home in this movie.) I must also make note of Richard Bulik as Renfield, who resembles Matthew Modine and is certainly no Dwight Frye but makes an admirable attempt at that kind of manic performance, and Paul Thomas as Jonathan Harker, who seems to actually play the piano and sing in one of his scenes.

The movie is directed by Phillip Marshak, whose Night Train to Terror I did not enjoy and left me with the most maddening, painful earworm I can remember in quite some time ("Dance with me, dance with me..."). That being said, he does have a decent handle on horror imagery and produces some of the visuals you'd expect from a vampire movie. Lots of fog and bluish lighting, vampire women in white, flowy robes, and of course the castle giving everything a touch more atmosphere. The comedic elements feel awkwardly inserted in comparison (hence why I feel it's a stretch to call it a parody), but I did chuckle regularly, particularly the manner in which Dracula dispatches Harker. There's also a running gag involving the radio, and I did like the use the dialogue from another Lugosi film (I think it's The Devil Bat, but I could very well be mistaken). Truth be told, the movie is kind of a mess, but also more committed to being a Dracula story than you might expect, given the genre's track record. I understand there is a shorter, more explicit cut available (the version I watched runs 95 minutes and trims most of the sex scenes, although I wouldn't call it softcore given that penetration is shown), but given that the best parts of this are outside the sex scenes, I suspect that one is only preferable for the raincoat brigade.

Dracula Exotica I've seen referred to as a follow-up to Dracula Sucks, but aside from Jamie Gillis returning as Dracula (this time clean shaven, as he normally was; O Gillis' beard, we hardly knew ye!), it's a completely unrelated movie. This one starts centuries ago, when a pre-vampiric Dracula was courting a woman played by Samantha Fox, whose family didn't approve of him so she turned to God and he turned to debauchery. But one day in a drunken rage, in the middle of a debauched gathering (featuring such wildly ill-fitting actors for the period as Marlene Willoughby, who I liked as the dowdy neighbour in A Woman's Torment, and Ron Jeremy, who I instinctively try to shoo off the screen whenever I see him, although he does juggle in this), he rapes her, and then after she commits suicide, wracked with guilt, he condemns himself to vampirism. Now, rape scenes can be uncomfortable to watch and their presence in pornography has an added nauseating quality given that they're often meant to arouse, but I must note that I found Fox's performance in this scene dramatically effective.

The movie then jumps to present day (or 1979/1980, whenever this film was shot), and Dracula's home has been turned into a museum visited by another woman played by Samantha Fox. As we find out, Count Dracula is alive and well (or as alive and well as a guilt-ridden vampire can be) and finds himself in the middle of some international intrigue involving Romanian intelligence, the CIA (sorry, "F.I.B.", which stands for the "Federal Intelligence Bureau") and a smuggling ring run by Vanessa Del Rio. This is further complicated by the fact the Dracula develops feelings for Fox, who happens to be tasked with killing him. Will love conquer all? Or will Dracula's immortality end less ceremoniously? I wouldn't dare reveal the outcome, but will hint that a little bat guano goes a long way.

Now, as you can guess, this is far from a conventional vampire movie, but what surprised me was how well it fit together. Certainly, there are the requisite elements (spooky vampire women, crypts, fog; a few more foggy movies and I finally get that decoder ring), but they blend surprisingly smoothly with the thriller elements and seedy pre-cleanup NYC atmosphere. The mix of elements and modern setting also mean that this movie doesn't have the same issues with incongruous casting as Dracula Sucks aside from the first few minutes. I actually liked Gillis a lot more in this than in the other movie, largely because he seems to be playing an actual character in this rather than just doing a Bela Lugosi impression. Samantha Fox provides the film's emotional core, and is a performer I've grown increasingly fond of merely for her presence in movies (I've developed a fondness for certain vintage porn actors the same way I like seeing the same group of actors pop up in Italian horror movies). Eric Edwards plays her CIA (sorry, "F.I.B.") superior in the movie's shrewdest bit of casting, his square-jawed, slightly stodgy quality a perfect fit for the contemptible authority figure he's supposed to be, and he delivers lines like "Goodbye you fucking commie greaser" like he's spitting out chewing tobacco. (In a nice touch, he plays the entire role behind aviator sunglasses.) And of course, I must acknowledge the extremely forceful presence of Vanessa Del Rio, who does an exaggerated accent but later puts a racist cop in his place in a scene where she sports a corset and bat wings. She also wears a well chosen pair of glasses when disguised as Dracula's secretary, and folks, I'm not made of stone.

While at 100 minutes, it runs a little longer than I like from the genre, it clips along at a pretty steady pace, even if it takes over half the movie for Dracula to board the ship and come to America. This is the first film I've seen from Shaun Costello, and while I can't attest to how this compares to the rest of his work, I did feel the presence of a sure hand who'd made enough of these movies to know how to keep them engaging. Even when delivering the obligatory sex scenes, which seem devised for maximum variety (there's even one that caters to those who enjoyed the morgue scene in Bad Boys II), there is an enthusiasm and imagination present that makes them feel far from perfunctory. I must confess that I didn't find a lot of them arousing personally (and the aforementioned rape scene I found quite hard to watch), but the climactic scene between Gillis and Fox combines the emotional throughline of the story with the vampiric atmosphere in a way that's surprisingly erotic and artful.

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Night Train to Terror -  The Case of Claire Hansen (1985)

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