Showing posts with label Dry Heat Obscurities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dry Heat Obscurities. Show all posts

Friday, 28 July 2017

C.C. & Company (1970)

Director: Seymour Robbie
Writer: Roger Smith
Stars: Joe Namath and Ann-Margret

Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

I’m exploring genre movies that were shot in Arizona because I live here, but I wasn’t born here like my better half. I’m English, so my cultural background is very different to hers and I find that especially fascinating when watching movies that exist for cultural reasons. This one exists mostly to grant Joe Namath a leading role in a motion picture. To me, Joe Namath is someone who used to play American football and, given that I can only name half a dozen players, mostly those who became blaxploitation legends, that must make him important. To my wife, though, he’s ‘Broadway’ Joe, the player who changed the sport by opening it up to a female audience. He did that because he was hot, he was charismatic and he was confident enough in his masculinity to put on pantyhose for a TV commercial. This was my first experience of ‘Broadway’ Joe and he’s clearly an easy-going character, the sort of man who always does his own thing, regardless what anyone else might think, and makes it cool in the process.

Reading up on his achievements, he was hardly the greatest player who ever put on pads, his statistics notably weaker than those of Jim Brown, who I read up on for Riot, an earlier Dry Heat Obscurity. In fact, Namath lost more games than he won, but some of the winning games were really important ones, like Superbowl III. He was the quarterback for the underdog New York Jets, who took on ‘the greatest football team in history’, the Baltimore Colts, in January 1969. This was right before the two leagues merged for the 1970 season and critics were relatively agreed that the AFL teams would struggle to cope with their NFL competition. The Jets were the face of the AFL in Superbowl III and everyone expected them to get creamed but, only three days before the game, Namath ‘guaranteed’ a heckler that they would win. They did, 16 to 7, and Namath was the MVP. Following up by saying that the toughest defence he’d ever faced was that of the AFL’s worst team, the Buffalo Bills, he gave the AFL instant legitimacy.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Angel Unchained (1970)

Director: Lee Madden
Writer: Jeffrey Alladin Fiskin, based on a story by Leo Madden and Jeffrey Alladin Fiskin
Stars: Don Stroud, Luke Askew, Larry Bishop, Tyne Daly and Aldo Ray

Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

Angel Unchained is a real product of its time. It’s the standard story, dating back at least as far as Seven Samurai, of a battle with three sides: one defending a second against the third. Here, however, the sides aren’t samurai, peasants and bandits; they’re all grabbed from the counterculture revolution of the American late sixties. Taking the place of the samurai are the Exiles Motorcycle Club, an odd good guy role for bikers at the time. Then again, these are a bit more restrained than the usual bikers you’d expect to be in an American International picture, though they never entirely shed their bad boy image; they’re just on better behaviour. Instead of peasants, they’re called in to fight on behalf of a hippie commune, of all things, which is clearly unable to defend itself because all its members are pacifists. More appropriately for the end of the counterculture, the bikers are tasked with defending the hippies against the normal people, here represented by fist fighting cowboys in dune buggies. Yeah, it’s that sort of movie!

Actually, they may have conjured up the cowboys because the town these townsfolk want to keep the filthy hippies out of is Lehi, Arizona, carved out of the desert because Brigham Young wanted a Mormon settlement in the Salt River Valley and tasked Daniel W. Jones to found one. Fist fighting Mormons in dune buggies is even more far fetched than cowboys, but such intolerance would have a little more historical accuracy; when Jones invited Native Americans to live with them in Lehi, half the colony promptly left to found their own Indian-free settlement instead: St. David in Cochise County. Lehi is now north Mesa and it’s in Lehi, outside the Lehi Market, that these sides first meet. The Angel of the title, which is a role as much as a name, stops to fill up his bike at the gas station/barber shop. Before he leaves, a truck shows up to do likewise and the cowboys tell the hippies that the pump is suddenly closed. Angel picks his side and, next thing we know, he’s on his way to the commune with Merilee the hippie seated behind him.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Devil’s Angels (1967)


Director: Daniel Haller
Writer: Charles B. Griffith
Stars: John Cassevetes, Beverly Adams, Mimsy Farmer and Maurice McEndree


Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

The landscape of American film changed in the late sixties in many ways and not only because American life changed too. Many of the things that the industry was used to and could safely rely on just weren’t the case any longer: the studios didn’t own theatres any more, television was eating heavily into ticket sales and the Production Code, which governed film ‘decency’, was increasingly being ignored. Society was in upheaval, with the civil rights movement and the counterculture, not to mention anti-Vietnam War protests. The studio heads, realising that their pictures were becoming increasingly irrelevant, eventually gave in, admitted that they were now completely out of touch and began to give large sums of money to whoever might possibly be in touch. This led to the New Hollywood of the early seventies, with the most fascinating set of movies seen in America since the pre-code era back in the early thirties. The studios didn’t get their mojo back until Jaws in 1975, arguably the first modern blockbuster.

If the big studios were akin to cruise liners, so couldn’t turn round quickly, indie filmmakers were speedboats and they could turn on a dime. Companies such as American International Pictures (A.I.P.) and filmmakers like Roger Corman, who shot many movies for them to distribute, could leap on every fad and have topical features in drive-ins in no time. To see where New Hollywood got their ideas (not to mention most of their key people), check out the indie films of the sixties. Biker flicks were just one sub-genre of exploitation but they were an important one in the late sixties and early seventies as people wanted to ‘turn on, tune in, drop out’. Many were carbon copies of their predecessors but others took the opportunity to explore themes that the studios weren’t willing to touch yet. Motorpsycho, from Russ Meyer, muses on PTSD; the first Billy Jack film, The Born Losers, adds prejudice against Native Americans; and, of course, Easy Rider became the definition of ‘a generation lost in space’ in 1969.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Captain Newman, M.D. (1963)


Director: David Miller
Writers: Richard L. Breen and Phoebe & Henry Ephron, from the novel by Leo Rosten
Stars: Gregory Peck, Tony Curtis, Angie Dickinson and Bobby Darin


Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

This week’s Dry Heat Obscurity wasn’t entirely shot in Arizona. In fact, from what I can gather, most of it was shot on the Universal lot back in Universal City, CA. However, every time we step outside, we find ourselves on the Libby Army Airfield, which is part of Fort Huachuca, a U.S. Army installation at the northern end of the Huachuca mountains, fifteen miles north of the Mexican border. It’s part of the Arizona town of Sierra Vista today, though it wasn’t when this picture was shot, as they didn’t annex the post until 1971. We fly over Fort Huachuca behind the opening credits to land at Libby. Now, the Libby Army Airfield is also the Sierra Vista Municipal Airport, but this script calls it the Colfax Army Air Field, which is a fictional name. However, if we track the story back to its origins, we’ll find that it’s really pretending to be the Yuma Army Airfield, still in Arizona but located three hundred miles west, where it shares its facilities with the Yuma International Airport as a combined civilian/military operation. Are you confused yet?

Well, let me back up to the real Second World War and hopefully things will become clear. Ralph R. Greenson, best known today as a psychoanalyst to the stars, was then a captain in the Army Medical Corps, stationed at the Yuma Army Airfield, where he worked with patients suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, or P.T.S.D. He was an early professional to associate P.T.S.D. with the experiences of soldiers during wartime, so his work became well known and highly regarded. In 1961, a personal friend called Leo Rosten, a professional humorist and retired scriptwriter, fictionalised the doctor’s wartime stories into a novel, transforming Capt. Greenson, M.D. into Capt. Newman, M.D. Hollywood quickly came knocking to adapt this success onto the big screen, even though the doctor’s accomplishments were becoming eclipsed at the time by his professional association with celebrities, such as Marilyn Monroe; a number of conspiracy theories have him involved in covering up the circumstances of her death in 1962.

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Shotgun Wedding (1963)


Director: Boris Petroff
Writer: Larry Lee, from a story by Jane Mann
Stars: J. Pat O'Malley, Jenny Maxwell, Valerie Allen, Buzz Martin, William Schallert, Nan Peterson, Peter Colt and Jack Searle


Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

Classic exploitation flicks had a habit of overselling their cheap products but rarely do they come more oversold than this one. It’s a shocking picture, say the various posters, apparently all about child brides in the Ozarks in ‘flaming hillbilly color’. ‘Was she too old at 15?’ one poster asks, with scantily clad Jenny Maxwell front and centre a year after she didn’t land the lead role in Kubrick’s Lolita. ‘She was only 15 and itchin’ for a man,’ suggests another. Of course, such advertising can’t help but remind us of Child Bride, a 1938 film that has become legendary for all the wrong reasons. It aimed to combat the scourge of child marriage in the Ozarks by showing us an underage girl skinnydipping. Shirley Mills was twelve, while her body double, Bernice Stobaugh Ray, was thirteen. That embarrassment of a movie ran for years on the indie circuit, so perhaps the producers of this one had a deliberate eye on its audience, even though Shotgun Wedding doesn’t feature a single thing that would seem out of place on a TV sitcom of its era.

And that’s odd, because Larry Lee, who wrote the script from a story by the director’s wife, Jane Mann, appears to be a pseudonym for one Edward D. Wood, Jr. Now, Wood’s most famous movies were all released in the fifties, culminating with the legendary Plan 9 from Outer Space in 1959, but his career hadn’t yet descended to outright pornography as it would by the end of the sixties, both in books and films. However, I don’t recall anything from Wood’s pen that plays out quite so tamely and it’s surprisingly unsurprising to see Joe Blevins quote the artist Don Fellman, who said in Rudolph Grey’s biography of Wood, Nightmare of Ecstasy, that Wood had written a script for The Beverly Hillbillies which had been ‘rejected at the last minute’. This does feel like Wood distilled down all the component parts of the hicksploitation genre, rendered them family friendly for television and shoehorned them all into an hour. There are no boobs and no deaths and I could hear the nonexistent laugh track over the annoying crackle of my cheap copy.

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Edge of Eternity (1959)


Director: Donald Siegel
Writers: Knut Swenson and Richard Collins, from a story by Ben Markson and Knut Swenson
Stars: Cornel Wilde, Victoria Shaw and Mickey Shaughnessy


Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

I’ve been wanting to get my teeth into a project I call Dry Heat Obscurities for quite some time now and here’s where I get going with it. I’ll be alternating it going forward with my Weird Wednesdays project, so expect one review from each of those projects every other Wednesday. This one grew out of a conversation with local Arizona film critic Bill Pierce at the Haunted Hamburger, during the first year of the Jerome Indie Film & Music Festival, and it revolves around all those other films that were shot here in Arizona over the decades, that weren’t the westerns that everyone expects. The spark for the conversation was my viewing of an obscure 1968 thriller called The Name of the Game is Kill!, which had been shot in Jerome, Clarkdale and Sedona, with Jack Lord and Susan Strasberg. I knew there were others, as I’d already reviewed Violent Saturday, a Richard Fleischer picture shot in Bisbee in 1955 with Victor Mature and Lee Marvin, but how many? Well, Bill threw out some intriguing titles and research led to more.

This picture is a great example of what I was hoping to discover through this project. For a start, I’d never heard of the film, even though it was a big deal. It was released by a major studio, Columbia Pictures, in 1959. It had a famous director, Don Siegel of Dirty Harry fame, credited here as Donald Siegel. It starred actors I knew, though I’m talking less about Cornel Wilde, Victoria Shaw and Mickey Shaughnessy in the lead roles and more about character actors like Edgar Buchanan and Jack Elam; the latter is a local boy, born in Miami, a small town near Globe that’s been getting smaller since the thirties (it’s the location of the short film, Black Gulch). It’s an interesting, though flawed, thriller which becomes all the more interesting because of a strong use of Arizona scenery. The opening credits highlight that it was, ‘filmed at one of the Wonders of the World, the Grand Canyon, in CinemaScope’. It puts the towns of Kingman and Oatman to good use too, in which Clark Gable and Carole Lombard married and honeymooned respectively.

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Violent Saturday (1955)


Director: Richard Fleischer
Writer: Sydney Boehm, from the novel by William L. Heath
Stars: Victor Mature, Richard Egan and Stephen McNally


Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

The Bank of Bradenville is right in the middle of town so we get plenty of opportunity to see it as three would be thieves turn up and start casing the joint. They're important folks too, like J Carrol Naish and Lee Marvin, and they're led by Stephen McNally playing a character called Harper. They do their homework carefully and well, studying not just the bank itself, its employees, its safe and its routine, but also the local geography, finding a potential safe haven at an Amish farm run by Ernest Borgnine, the year he won his Oscar for Marty. Yes, the film's worth watching just for that, along with the revelation that Amish farmers in blindfolds look like ninjas. The crooks watch the townsfolk too, with open eyes and ears, which is how we get to know their stories and discover that they're a pretty unhappy lot across the board.

Boyd Fairchild, the owner of the Fairchild copper mine, is rich and powerful but he gets continually led on a merry chase by his unfaithful wife, so he finds solace in drink, very believably so. Town librarian Elsie Braden is short of money and succumbs to petty theft to avoid having her wages garnished. Nervous bank manager Harry Reeves can't stop watching a shapely nurse called Linda Sherman, even though he's married, and he goes as far as becoming a peeping tom. Mine superintendent Shelley Martin is the happiest of the bunch because he has only lost his kid's hero worship, after little Bobby realises he only got a certificate of merit for working the mine during the war while his best friend's dad got a medal at Iwo Jima.

So we watch their lives play out and intertwine and unfold in a sort of soap opera style, slowly and surely but with plenty of emotional pull, too much of a deluge to be simple drama. It's like each of them has their own hour and a half film that got cut down to the basics and turned into a subplot to the real story here, which is the bank job of course. Fortunately the people playing these parts are strong enough to keep us at least vaguely interested in their lives while we wait for the action that such a blatant title suggests is imminent. After all, how important can all this detail be in the grand scheme of things? I comment so often about how films could be enhanced by a little more attention to detail, a little more effort to provide believable backgrounds. Here it's taken perhaps a step too far.
For all the detailed background we get on the people of Bradenfield, we find out next to nothing about the bank robbers. That leaves us watching the actors more than the characters because there's not much character there. J Carrol Naish is the mean one, hardly surprising given his solid background in genre flicks, especially during the forties. Stephen McNally is the planner, fading a little into the background, especially when he's around Lee Marvin, who as he tended to do, never stops moving. From the moment he arrives on the train, full of allergies and fidgets, he's in motion and even though he's a little more subdued here than I'm used to seeing him, that doesn't mean he's even remotely still. I don't think I've ever seen anyone move quite as much as Marvin. He's like the precise opposite of Myrna Loy in every possible way you can imagine.

We watch the actors playing the Bradenville townspeople too rather than their characters because we don't believe that all that inside knowledge we're let in on is going to matter, though we're mostly wrong on that front. Fairchild is Richard Egan, who also made another Arizona heist movie, 1971's The Day of the Wolves. Braden is the joyously acerbic Sylvia Sidney, well after her heyday in thirties films like Fury, Sabotage and Dead End, but long before I first saw her in Tim Burton films like Beetlejuice and Mars Attacks! Top billed is Victor Mature as Shelley Martin, looking as ever just like a walking, talking action figure. He lives up to that description too given that he climbs down ladders with his hands tied and crawls under burning cars to get a decent shot at the bad guys, but I was more engrossed watching our peeping tom of a bank manager peep at the lovely Miss Sherman. He's played by Tommy Noonan, riding high after Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and A Star is Born and he's a peach of an obsessive character, utterly lost to his sickness.

What's most surprising here is how little violence we get on this particular violent Saturday. That's not to say there isn't action and there's a good deal of suspense, but this is no action movie for all that Victor Mature could have followed this up with a 1956 version of True Lies. It's a character driven drama, set around a bank heist that takes everything we discover about these people and shakes it all up, even down to the Amish folks. By this time we know the characters well enough to know what would happen if there were a next episode to this soap opera. It's all written with as much care and attention as went into the heist we watch and it came off a little better in the end, aided by dependable performances and some appropriate use of the 2.55:1 CinemaScope aspect ratio to show us depth to the scenes, whether they be a crowd of kids surrounding a fight, perspective shots of the Fairchild copper mine or a train hurtling towards us under the smoke trailing out from a factory chimney. If only there had been a little more violence.

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Kingdom of the Spiders (1977)


Director: John 'Bud' Carlos
Stars: William Shatner, Tiffany Bolling, Woody Strode, Lieux Dressler, David McLean and Natasha Ryan


Index: Dry Heat Obscurities.

There can never be too many reasons to want to watch a particular movie but this one has even more reasons than most. It's a horror movie set in Arizona, shot in Camp Verde. It's a William Shatner movie, towards the end of the period when he was building one of the most fascinating film careers around, a period that ended two years later with Star Trek: The Motion Picture. His co-star is Tiffany Bolling, an interesting actress who I've seen recently in Wicked, Wicked and The Centerfold Girls. And of course it's full of spiders, real spiders, no less than 5,000 of them who constantly steal the show from everyone.

Camp Verde is a rural farming community, as it should be, even though I've spent five years living in Arizona and not seeing any such thing. Almost everyone here lives in the Phoenix Metropolitan area where we don't have the space that folks like Walter Colby have at their cattle ranch. Woody Strode is a strange choice to play Colby, not because there aren't any black ranchers in Arizona, but because they're perhaps deliberately the first people we see and yet we don't see a single Mexican or Native American at any point throughout the entire film. The first victim of the spiders is one of Colby's calves that he expects to win prizes at the imminent county fair. The next is his dog and then his bull, which pretty much wipes him out.

He's first on the target list because there's what he calls a spider hill right behind his ranch that is teeming with tarantulas. Somehow he only finds it when looking for his dog so doesn't mention it right off the bat to the local vet, Dr Robert Hansen, more usually known as Rack. He's Shatner of course, who establishes his credentials as an Arizona farming community vet by lassooing a steer in his first appearance on screen. It isn't Bolling with him though that he lassos next and tussles with in the dirt, that's his sister-in-law who hasn't quite got over her husband dying in Nam. Surprisingly there are a number of instances like this of character development where we might have expected it least.

Bolling shows up soon enough though, as Diane Ashley, a spider expert from the big city whose presence is triggered by Rack sending blood samples to the experts. You can tell she's from the big city because instead of the usual truck with a cow in the back, she drives up in her Mercedes convertible wearing a white suit and big sunglasses. She still looks like a stewardess, three years after The Centerfold Girls, but she's actually from the Department of Entomology at Arizona State University in Tempe, coincidentally right round the corner from MADCAP Theaters where I go to see films just like this one. In fact it's ASU who screw up my free parking for MADCAP by putting on football games that prompt even the free places to charge an arm and a leg. If only they'd pay more attention to hiring cute staff for their entomology department than they do on the Sun Devils I'd be far happier and films like this could thrive.

You've all seen creature features, I'm sure, especially ones from this era given that it was a mere two years since Jaws had resurrected the things and invented the modern blockbuster in the process, so you won't be too surprised to see how it progresses. The spiders gradually get more and more obvious, showing up in larger and larger numbers and ramping up their attacks from cows and dogs to people. It's a little tacky that the token black guy's the first to bite the big one, but he's soon joined by many others, especially as we get to the mass hysteria scenes towards the end and the inevitable Camp Verde cabin siege. Yes, you'll recognise from the careful framing of the camera precisely where the spiders are going to get in next and who they're going to land on.

It's not entirely routine though, this being a pretty decent picture from the days before CGI when they had to buy real spiders at $10 a pop. In fact a whopping ten per cent of the half million dollar budget went on providing live animals to be this menace and the American Humane Association certainly didn't monitor the animal action in this film, so many of those $10 spiders are burned, driven over or stamped on. Crush fetishists would have had a ball, but no, it's never done in a overtly exploitational manner. The delectable Tiffany Bolling does not stamp on spiders in the shower, in fact when she first sees one, peeking out of a desk drawer in her cabin, she picks it up and let it loose outside. She even talks to it like a friend.

Bolling does a good job interacting with the spiders though you can see her hands shake on occasion. The rest of the cast do just as well, from tough guy Shatner all the way down to seven year old Natasha Ryan as his little niece Linda, who gets plenty of opportunity to be surrounded by them, covered in them, cornered by them, you name it. Probably the most iconic scene in the film is when she's having a great time swinging back and forth on the swing in her garden, utterly oblivious to the herd of spiders that's passing right beneath her. This was her film debut and she must have had a good time as she soon returned for The Amityville Horror and The Entity.

There's an underlying environmental theme to the story, though unfortunately it's initially expounded during some overblown explanatory dialogue while Rack takes Miss Ashley out to dinner. It's one of the least well delivered lines in the film which really doesn't help, given that in its way it's one of the most important. She's discovered that these spiders have lost their usual cannibalistic tendencies, probably through the destruction of their natural prey through overuse of pesticides like DDT. Now they're not eating each other, so they're getting more aggressive to larger animals around them, working together as an army. Their venom has become five times more toxic than normal too, but Rack can apparently still shrug it off as he gets bitten a few times and just ignores it.

The other thing that stood out to me was the way masculinity was portrayed in the film. For a start, Shatner isn't just the typical tough leading man you might expect, he takes it a step further here into chauvinism. After running Diane Ashley off the road, he literally picks her up and deposits her into her own passenger seat then climbs in to drive her off to dinner, ignoring her half hearted protests. He has a habit of coming out with chauvinist lines. 'Sit in the truck a while, won't you,' he tells her at one point when serious things are happening outside that only he can go help with. Best of all, while slouched down next to her in the desert, he looks over at her and hints, 'I could do things to a beer right now, I'm just too comfortable to get up and get it.' Sure enough, she does.

Yet it's not all about machismo. While there are many deaths here, there are surprisingly few death scenes, but the most memorable provides the opposite to what Shatner embodies. The cropduster is a tough guy too, but he shrieks like a little girl when the spiders stop him spraying pesticide over their hills by crawling over him in his cockpit while he's trying to fly. We're almost glad when he somehow manages to crash into the town's gas station. We also have the most pertinent example to posterity of the fallacy of traditional American masculine values, as the Verde County Sheriff is played by David McLean, better known in his decades long role as the Marlboro Man. As this iconic American male in the sixties, he later became an anti-smoking campaigner before dying of lung cancer.

Meanwhile on the feminist side, we have a capable professional woman scientist who would seem to be a worthy foil for both the Shat and the spiders. Unfortunately as the film progresses she descends into a morass of clichés from which she never recovers; it's as if nobody takes her seriously, so she ceases to do so herself. While she never turns into the shrieking victim, she does slip into subservient mode at the drop of a hat and conspicuously leaves the manly jobs like boarding up the windows at the Washburn Lodge to the men. She just carries the hammer and nails. What initially promises to be a decent role for a woman turns into a waste and unfortunately that only mirrors Tiffany Bolling's career. She made a number of interesting genre movies in the seventies and then effectively disappeared. This was her last memorable film, and unfortunately it isn't particularly memorable for her. Watch it for Shatner, for the spiders and for the ending.

Tuesday, 23 May 2000

Dry Heat Obscurities


Everyone knows that they've been making westerns in Arizona since time began, but we've been shooting other genre flicks here for a long time too and many of those seem to have been unjustly forgotten.


So here's my Dry Heat Obscurities project, in which I take a look back at genre features which were shot entirely or, at least, predominantly in Arizona.

I'm covering the films themselves, of course, and the people who made them (who are surprisingly often people that you've heard of), but I'm also taking a good look at the locations they used. Hopefully, when I hit a particular point in the project, I'll be able to travel around the state to get some photos of what they look like today, decades on.

I'm going to review a new dry heat obscurity every other week, starting in 2017, to alternate with my Weird Wednesdays project.

Note: my reviews of Violent Saturday and Kingdom of the Spiders predate this project, so I'll revisit them at some point.

Rating System
1 - Abysmal | 2 - Bad | 3 - Poor | 4 - OK | 5 - Good | 6 - Excellent | 7 - Classic

Latest Review (17 Apr 2018)
Title Year H D Director(s) IMDb
C. C. & Company 1970 4 4 Seymour Robbie IMDb

Latest Review (17 Apr 2018)
Title Year H D Director(s) IMDb
Angel Unchained 1970 5 4 Lee Madden IMDb
Captain Newman, M.D. 1963 5 5 David Miller IMDb
C. C. & Company 1970 4 4 Seymour Robbie IMDb
Devil's Angels 1967 4 4 Daniel Haller IMDb
Edge of Eternity 1959 4 5 Donald Siegel IMDb
Kingdom of the Spiders 1977 5 5 John 'Bud' Cardos IMDb
Shotgun Wedding 1963 3 2 Boris Petroff IMDb
Violent Saturday 1955 5 5 Richard Fleischer IMDb