I think I’ve made it fairly clear, I’m a fan of B Movies. Love ’em. You can learn so much from them. In fact, I did a recent post to that effect (see “10 Things I learned from B Horror“). One of the most wonderful B Movie arteurs to hit the scene in recent years is Larry Blamire. Mr. Blamire has done something so incredibly fabulous, he deserves today’s spot on Fabulous Friday.
“What has Mr. Blamire done that is so fabulous?” You ask. “Has he worn a corset or stockings on the screen?” No. “Does he dance in three-inch heels like he was born to star in Bob Fosse musicals across The Great White Way”?” Ummmm no. What he has done is create a series of homages to B Movies that are so charming, you’d have to be dead inside to not enjoy them.
After his company Three Wise Guys (a digital studio animation company) fell victim to the dot com crash, Larry got the idea to shoot an ultra low budget, black and white spoof of 1950’s B Horror. That movie became The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra and, my lovelies, it is quite possibly the most charming thing you will ever lay eyes on. The description (from Wikipedia) reads:
Set in 1961, the film begins with hardworking scientist Dr. Paul Armstrong (Larry Blamire) and his dedicated wife Betty (Fay Masterson) driving into the mountains. Dr. Armstrong is searching for a meteor that has fallen in the nearby woods, suspected to contain the rare element atmosphereum. Another scientist in the area, Dr. Roger Fleming (Brian Howe) questions Ranger Brad (Dan Conroy) about Cadavra Cave, a site held in awe by the locals and rumored to contain a “Lost Skeleton.”
The film (and storyline) continues on and contains such wonderfully cheesey quotes such as:
“Seriously, Betty, you know what this meteor could mean to science. If we find it, and it’s real, it could mean a lot. It could mean actual advances in the field of science.”
Or this fab-tastic bit o’ dialog:
Ranger Brad: Oh, say… You don’t believe those old legends about the Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, do you?
Dr. Roger Fleming: Ranger Brad, I’m a scientist, I don’t believe in anything.
Or how’s about Dr. Paul Armstrong dropping the smexy on his wife here:
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Dinner was delicious, honey. Keep cooking like that and I won’t even be able to move, let alone do science.
Betty Armstrong: That’d suit me fine, Mr. Meteor.
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Ouch, that hurt. Tomorrow let’s say you and I go searching for our rocky glowing radioactive friend from space… together.
Betty Armstrong: Paul Armstrong, I do believe there’s hope for you yet. Shake on it?
Dr. Paul Armstrong: Why shake when we can touch other things… like lips?
The next film for Blamire would be The Trail of the Screaming Forehead. The descriptions reads a little something like:
A small town infestation of crawling alien foreheads that begin attaching to people and taking them over collides with a scientist’s experiments to extract foreheadazine and things go horribly horribly wrong.
That’s right…things go horribly wrong. How could they not? But in the end, things go horribly fabulous for Mr. Blamire because his tributes to all things “B” just get more and more charming.
I could go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and…
Get on with it already!
…about Mr. Blamire and his fantastic fabulousness. Suffice it to say, the man has created something incredibly special that should ring very true in the hearts of anyone who considers themselves a stalker of me.
Jack’s Smexy Find
I can’t go this long without offering up a lil’ dose of smexy here on Get Jack’d. This weeks Smexy Find is yet another choice piece of fashion from Stockingirl. I’m talking about seamed stockings in PALE SILVER! Hubba le’ Hubba! These are must haves, especially for the upcoming holidays. You know you want to parade around your friends, family, co-workers, and pimps looking about as drop-dead smexy as you can. Don a pair o’ these and mission accomplished! DAYAM!