To paraphrase Z-Man Barzell, "This is my new favorite film of all time, and it freaks me out!" Director Russ Meyer, Lord of Bosomania, in one of his few mainstream ventures, brings his outsider vision (along with screenwriter Roger Ebert yes, that Roger Ebert) to the swingin' 60s Hollywood scene. When mixed with a decidedly satirical, self-aware melodramatic take on the idea of Jacqueline Susann's potboiler, the original Valley of the Dolls, you get a hilarious, brutally caustic slap in the face of hipsters and scenesters that is even more pointed today. The plot is basic: Girl group The Carrie Nations move to L.A. and are soon wrapped up in drugs and happenings, which, of course, leads to an androgynous murder spree. Let that be a lesson. Beyond may not be one of the most important films of all time, but it's definitely among the most fun. Louis Fowler
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Long Weekend (NR)
Directed by Colin Eggleston
Synapse Films / *Under the Radar
Regular readers of CineFiles know that I love "nature gone amok" films. Nothing pleases me more than when grizzlies or eagles go nuts and attack humans. But, let's be honest, these films are often schlocky, low-budget affairs that tend to fall into the "so bad, they're good" category. And while Long Weekend is most definitely a "nature gone amok" film, this Australian obscurity forgoes the B-movie route and creates a genuinely scary, maliciously foreboding I'll go as far as to say art film that should be considered a lost masterpiece. A completely unlikable couple that does nothing but fight and act like general a-holes, takes a camping trip. They kill a kangaroo, pollute nonstop and chop trees for fun. Mother Nature, vengeful gal she is, decides to take revenge and torture the couple for their various environmental crimes. If only she were around today. Louis Fowler
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Texas Lightning (R)
Directed by Gary Graver
Guilty Pleasures/Media Blasters / *Under the Radar
I don't review enough hicksploitation films that era of the late '70s where rednecks, truckers, moonshine and CBs were enough to make a 90-minute movie. I plan to rectify that, and I'll start with Texas Lightning. Lucky you. Three wholly grotesque, toothless, beer- guzzling good ol' boys (led by the reliable Cameron Mitchell) take a hunting trip to the desert, bringing along Mitchell's ultra-sensitive wussy son along, in an effort to man-him-up a bit. If the gay and racist jokes didn't make you hate the trio enough, throw in the gang rape of the son's girlfriend (Maureen McCormick, aka Marcia from The Brady Bunch) and you have a hicksploitation entry that's so skuzzy, unlikable and offensive, you can't help but watch it, jaw agape. And that's good enough for me. Here's hoping the South doesn't rise again. Louis Fowler