tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250591589761186942024-03-13T09:42:02.599-07:00CinefearChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11698154201972855608noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-13129419285774563002022-07-06T06:11:00.001-07:002022-07-06T06:11:16.207-07:00Dracula- Broadway, 1977. Playbill signed by Frank Langells. I was very lucky when I was a kid because I had various folks in my life who treated me very well. Lamenting the late Nick Wexler the other day, I was prompted to drag out my play bill of Dracula, the Broadway play Nick and my sister took me to see in 1977. It was my very first Broadway play, and what a fantastic experience it was to see Frank Langella in a role he was meant to have. I was 12 years old, and I was a Universal pictures freak, I grew up on the old Dracula and Frankenstein films. To go back to where it all started was the experience of a life time. My fondest memory was of Harker and Van Helsing wrestling down Dracula only to have him emerge as a bat from between the both of them. A simple trap door trick but my God it was so impressive.
One of the stupider things I did in life was not accepting free tickets from my middle school teacher to see Raul Julia as Dracula. My thought at the time was that I had seen the play with Langella, how can you top that!? I think the woman who offered me the tickets was insulted, I wasn't being rude, just practical I guess. And yes, I did see the movie version with Frank Langella in 1979 when it came out. I had seen it at the Lynbrook theater, I liked it at the time, but I'd need to do a reassessment now.
Anyhow, I wanted to share my signed play bill with all the Dracula and Langella fans, and thank the late Nick Wexler again for all the kindness he shared with me. It was a magical time and I never will forget it....
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Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-21663838598859834862022-04-01T07:04:00.002-07:002022-04-01T07:04:52.508-07:00Happy 139 Birthday Lon Chaney Sr! A Happy Birthday to the immortal Long Chaney Sr, who at 139 years old still creeps into our nightmares via his cinematic output with his partner in crime Todd Browning. 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I was scanning this in answer to another post regarding Chained for Life, but decided to post on this myself. This is a promotional pamphlet for Chained for Life (1952) featuring Daisy and Violet Hilton of Freaks (1932) fame. It tells the story of their life right up to Chained for Life, it's a full ten pages from cover to cover, complete with many photos. It's signed by Violet Hilton but not Daisy, which makes very little sense in that they couldn't have wondered too far from one another. Looks like a fairly rare piece, I don't see a lot of these around, and being a Freaks fanatic it's one of my more treasured pieces....Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-66779717670789009842022-03-01T07:38:00.001-08:002022-03-01T07:38:24.550-08:00A sad goodbye to Veronica Carlson I just want to take a moment to give my condolences on the passing of Veronica Carlson. I met Veronica once, in 1992, during the golden era of the Exploitation Journal years. She was one of the sweetest women I have ever met, so good natured, very easy to talk to. Very proper and very British. Gods speed to her, and my deepest condolences to her family. This past week has given me some really heavy hits. First, losing Gary Brooker, who was one of my top Gods. Then losing Veronica. Sad week indeed!
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But why was I so infatuated? Because Harum was dark, gothic and moody. If you listen to Dead Mans Dream from the Home album, you might as well be watching a Lucio Fulci zombie movie. And this was recorded long before Fulci was messing with Zombies. Despite their Blues roots, the group was very British and didn't apologize for being that. They told stories of of being lost at sea (A Salty Dog) and subjected to the plights of lousy weather while afloat (The Wreck of the Hesperus). With Whaling Stories, they speak of a siege that "rots it all, and rots it clean". I'm a Long Island boy with strong British roots, why would I not love this! With Nothing That I Didn't Know, he speaks of the death of a young girl, most likely do to drugs (that's open for interpretation). But I've lost high school acquaintances to various means, so how could I not relate to all this.
I was lucky enough to see Procol Harum at least 9 times over the past 30 years. While I was too young to see the classic line ups of the late 60's and early 70's, the reformed Harum which featured both Brooker and organist Matthew Fisher of the 90's and early 2000's was an amazing sight and sound. In fact the last show I had seen with Procol Harum was in 2019, I had taken a friend for his birthday. And I was never, ever disappointed with their shows, they were dead on every-time I had seen them. A few years earlier I was lucky enough to witness the group play the whole In Held Twas I. A complex number to say the least, they rarely did it live. I was blown out of my seat.
I was counting on them touring again once all this Covid nonsense stopped. Looks like I wont be getting that show now. Gods speed to Gary Brooker, his voice defies description, and those Procol Harum albums will continue to bring me joy in the upcoming years. The photo below is myself with Gary Brooker at a Harum show back in 2014.
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Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-31944645120904295602022-01-22T09:50:00.000-08:002022-01-22T09:50:24.646-08:00An Article About My Past and Present! <p style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://messengerpapers.com/2022/01/from-projectionist-to-professor-talking-cinematic-ambition-with-keith-crocker/?fbclid=IwAR09X5SpvAUmY9_0L-ZNtkwvEDjbeCOZtcaN139EfLxpPnZzd10wKIoyRLc" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="912" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGd91ZB37nRgP3fEdIkWSGbRDGQ_G7DMielDAF0E-cJCUFNIKajD9yLLKwhRrFn3FIBYocxZZV7Fq3K53Ls-8fJ7wyTYpvwqY-soyzyw8zIRyy6MuOSpeltxr-UbxKQcRUmwbYfIdB5Ixe35iA4HrEsg8vFyqDLCiCzdcemz525mCR86MVI3MxjxK3jA=w472-h236" width="472" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike Reistetter of Messenger Papers Inc. Does an interview with me about my past, present and future. Dig in and find out what is going on. Click on picture for the article. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-5249915101155182912022-01-17T07:51:00.001-08:002022-01-22T09:51:10.549-08:00Carol Speed, Star of ABBY (1974) is Dead! <p> </p><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_1c"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql oi732d6d ik7dh3pa ht8s03o8 a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I'm just getting word this morning that Carol Speed has passed away. I'm certainly very sorry to hear it, though I'd also add that in many ways I'm shocked she lived as long as she did. To understand my relationship with Carol, we have to go back all the way to 2000, when Cinefear Video went cyber and I hooked up with the late <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/pattymahlon?__cft__[0]=AZVBlkdpb7E3J6VihEgfaxLpUrK4ok9y88KaMIE4PjyNID_nH4uIVvXnaV0J2oUWA9WqMHNZnwgZHmfbWMctPGu0FDl4quxTgt01GTKj1Rmro3VcyABxxeXpaNkszJlztko&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6"><span>Patty Mahlon</span></span></a></span>. Patty, who passed away in December of 2019, was the webmistress of <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 py34i1dx" href="http://www.williamgirdler.com/?fbclid=IwAR1crBMiJGN9qIsiuggC2wrsHtSD2727-Zxoih5K8lCzKZfexOgDQKFC9wk" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">www.williamgirdler.com</a></span> . She was one of the first, and most certainly the best of fan websites. I had released Abby (1974) on video tape. I had and still have a 16mm print of the film that I had acquired in 1990. Patty promoted the tape on her website. She had also interviewed Carol Speed, and she used to tell me that "Carol is way out there, but in a good way". Early on, I wondered what that had meant. By the time I found it out, the "good way" part had been removed, not so much by me but by Patty herself. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Here's what did it. Carol was alcoholic, the deeper you became involved with her, the more the problem showed itself. Conversations with her quickly became irrational. Huge bursts of paranoia followed crazed conspiracy theories and by the end of the conversation you often became the culprit. They had a William Girdler convention in Kentucky. Patty asked me to come down, hawk the video tapes and be a part of it all. My paranoia is heightened awareness. For some reason, I smelt disaster. I declined but I told Patty I'd send her a bunch of Abby cassettes to sell. I told her we'd split it with Carol and all would be cool. Patty was to hook up with <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/gotreadgo?__cft__[0]=AZVBlkdpb7E3J6VihEgfaxLpUrK4ok9y88KaMIE4PjyNID_nH4uIVvXnaV0J2oUWA9WqMHNZnwgZHmfbWMctPGu0FDl4quxTgt01GTKj1Rmro3VcyABxxeXpaNkszJlztko&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6"><span>Go Tread</span></span></a></span>, Larry Treadway and the Brains on Film guys. Anyhow, thank God for my heightened awareness. Everyone has their view on what happened, but all agreed it was a nightmare. Carol got smashed. Tread said her hotel room looked like it had housed a frat party with a foot ball team, but the truth was that Carol was the only one in the room. Patty was selling the tapes and other paraphernalia. When all was said and done, Carol took all the cash and split. Patty was mortified. She personally paid me back out of her own money, and she was working freelance at the time, so that hurt. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Anyhow, I had already bargained a deal to feature Carol Speed in the latest issue of the Exploitation Journal. Patty deeply advised me to not do it. Too late. The interview is beyond comprehension, in fact, the guy who laid the issue out was <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/MarkBaileyNJ?__cft__[0]=AZVBlkdpb7E3J6VihEgfaxLpUrK4ok9y88KaMIE4PjyNID_nH4uIVvXnaV0J2oUWA9WqMHNZnwgZHmfbWMctPGu0FDl4quxTgt01GTKj1Rmro3VcyABxxeXpaNkszJlztko&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6"><span>Mark Bailey</span></span></a></span>, and he couldn't believe his eyes at the interview. I had added a note to the article that stated "Mark, here comes the madness" and Mark accidentally transcribed it into the interview, making the whole affair far more insane than it should have been. And Carol wouldn't stop calling. There were days were she was somewhat subdued, and there were times she'd carry on for hours telling me crazy stories of Richard Prior, smoking the ashes of cremated people and then suddenly raging at me that I had made tons of money on Abby and I "owed her $150,000 dollars"....madness, pure madness....last time I spoke to her I think I told her "The check was in mail" and I blocked her number. Folks, as funny as this all sounds, after a while it's not funny. I come from a family of social workers and therapists, they were getting paid to do what they did, I wasn't. But let me tell you this, I've developed a third eye and I can see right fucking through you...Hence why I'm done with all this...I have no regrets, I met great people who I developed fine relationships with. Richard Gordon, Donn Davison, Norman J. Warren, Joseph Green, Al Adamson. Then there's the Joel M. Reeds, Carol Speeds, etc...I love 'em all, but sometimes you need to leave the playing field. Gods speed to Carol, I really mean that. And Gods speed to Patty Mahlon, who also learned the hard-way that fandom comes with a huge price tag...</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">PS- This issue is still available on the Exploitatrion Journal page of my website <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 py34i1dx" href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cinefear.com%2F%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR2qYLLKhX6Njd3jUp5DXOgcVUq7Qnd5pjIML3P6kflOhIr6l_RAeh40-7M&h=AT2aWDcDhQcoBpMDvb0iKevy89e6slUecGfLkGUJwhZwSZGHabR1O3Tq1w0NEFNx31varjS7nKoIF0lJ2EgUd12MxgY4BNP22GiI47soo-ipVlLS29fPTV-5OAZh8MB5FtFmNHO_Ug&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT1mWxAcs429kfY2SQRWi-0nMTBtzRjnVVKXSsoIlqxvxX-Ca75joOnkwyL-4yN6eDJXHZmVjR1smy4sasjDuuj9Bz-MQGMIiTwoKf0dEvrTteLd5F_asAbqG247TrR_tOZErjRl4se82eKhgj3V1dLdtQ" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">www.cinefear.com</a></span> . Read it at your own risk...</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHP3b1cK17ddsUztZlFn9uNX_VDmDHQHhubqh2ub_nEMSAx808mniwiHBdfplLsUNt7_yHZEDCPbJZuqp5JgBg7omSVrDqh1XT-hNxsuSakFC5NQhARs2nj8C6LdjzRH3RtI18jZiE4VkTvL6MHEYBR4DyPsMHfcWuAEcTbWhlpt03Kv04CgTL-4oT8g=s365" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="288" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHP3b1cK17ddsUztZlFn9uNX_VDmDHQHhubqh2ub_nEMSAx808mniwiHBdfplLsUNt7_yHZEDCPbJZuqp5JgBg7omSVrDqh1XT-hNxsuSakFC5NQhARs2nj8C6LdjzRH3RtI18jZiE4VkTvL6MHEYBR4DyPsMHfcWuAEcTbWhlpt03Kv04CgTL-4oT8g=s320" width="252" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The second to last issue of the Exploitation Journal to ever see the light of day. Features an insane interview with Carol Speed. Still available at the Cinefear website on the Exploitation Journal page. Gods speed Carol Speed! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-24911434153732370222021-10-12T14:31:00.002-07:002021-10-12T14:31:49.166-07:0023 Years of Presenting Programs of Terror for the Public! <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpKX7uSI7suvFwXfsZvI2I5G_rjL2CACSGBrjKQ2tXPlGlMwRlNlvRvcdGM7s72HjCk6f7R6kJsJXimJDJYeeWL_rAfZMz0fTVZ3aOeCvV888kgU1HeslmDugj-QIPCPGvN682cdJq9SP/s2048/EXJ94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1557" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpKX7uSI7suvFwXfsZvI2I5G_rjL2CACSGBrjKQ2tXPlGlMwRlNlvRvcdGM7s72HjCk6f7R6kJsJXimJDJYeeWL_rAfZMz0fTVZ3aOeCvV888kgU1HeslmDugj-QIPCPGvN682cdJq9SP/w304-h400/EXJ94.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfL9URo4MgCzaQboTMxXoVgwqJP8JHURggj_zwlVpnRusYAbzKzyljXdmoQ5p7hyATn2Dcv5UeKwQd-jqhZzUVrXiOfCC-yzqjmsUhZxpEN7qEe1DTVvAFMRK-yMyOhp10xQ-61DUCz7M/s2557/EXJ96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1230" data-original-width="2557" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfL9URo4MgCzaQboTMxXoVgwqJP8JHURggj_zwlVpnRusYAbzKzyljXdmoQ5p7hyATn2Dcv5UeKwQd-jqhZzUVrXiOfCC-yzqjmsUhZxpEN7qEe1DTVvAFMRK-yMyOhp10xQ-61DUCz7M/w400-h193/EXJ96.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINdzycSkzF4Bfle_sqh6ddKLIFYo_b4l-7AWofwhpY_4yXxARkekzjfvf67oaUqtTPvf-ePsgEnHvRUO3nU1eY4m9GYCbuuCDwGUqycBPwaqOUoc1XZTdGGCTME09CnOckM7xB0LAfAaj/s2048/EXJ21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINdzycSkzF4Bfle_sqh6ddKLIFYo_b4l-7AWofwhpY_4yXxARkekzjfvf67oaUqtTPvf-ePsgEnHvRUO3nU1eY4m9GYCbuuCDwGUqycBPwaqOUoc1XZTdGGCTME09CnOckM7xB0LAfAaj/w334-h400/EXJ21.jpg" width="334" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql oi732d6d ik7dh3pa ht8s03o8 a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">Since
1994 I've been settin' up and knockin' 'em down. My first 35mm horror
show at the Malverne Theater in October 1994. Presented of course by the
Exploitation Journal. We did two more at Melverne in '95 and '96. The
Newsday piece was from the '96 show. And the last picture is from me
keeping up the tradition to this day, only doing the shows in libraries
as opposed to the theaters. Still swingin' in 2021!</span></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-68373165103439982552021-08-18T14:25:00.000-07:002021-08-18T14:25:08.690-07:00<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OfxmOD-Lf5UKJi86mFfZ7etadtHHQurgp9isfpK7MyADHzJ8hmJ3MGN4QuOFemxAFBXAAlFlWbfq8DjKTnxvCI4xj3p1Yi79r8VRO7rN5j9XZHoJ5Rd0yDTxYzEYUR1CJ3XfQ3_N0T2j/s2048/Student.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OfxmOD-Lf5UKJi86mFfZ7etadtHHQurgp9isfpK7MyADHzJ8hmJ3MGN4QuOFemxAFBXAAlFlWbfq8DjKTnxvCI4xj3p1Yi79r8VRO7rN5j9XZHoJ5Rd0yDTxYzEYUR1CJ3XfQ3_N0T2j/w421-h546/Student.jpg" width="421" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql oi732d6d ik7dh3pa ht8s03o8 a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">Was
cleaning out my folder for my film-making class that I teach for Nassau
Community adult education. I found this lovely note written by one of
my former students. Kindness like this just delights me, it really does
make you feel like you've accomplished something. Not sure what came of
this student but one only wishes the best for her.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-76477745342095052122021-05-03T17:18:00.002-07:002021-05-03T17:18:56.030-07:00Joe Marzano - A Filmmakers Odyssey That Lead Nowhere is coming to the Cinefear blog spot early Summer. If you are a fan of books like The Ghastly One, then you are going to love my essay on working with old Joe. Get ready and hold on to your seats, I'm going to blow you away with this one. Get yer Marzano on!
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the late 70's, I had read The Amityville Horror. Great read at the time. One of
the stupidest pieces of bullshit by today's standards. Regardless, I believe my
copy of the book had a "join the fan club for the upcoming film". I only
received this one letter, giving details about the film, etc... AIP did go out
of business shortly there after, despite the success of this film. Anyhow, I
saved the letter and the envelope it came in on. Not sure how rare this is, but
I have yet to have someone share there's with me. I have this great scrapbook I
compiled during the early 1980's. My then girlfriend persuaded me to start one.
I'm glad I did. Now I have to see if I can get my librarian wife to help me fix
it up as it is coming apart. Michelle Alexander got to go through my scrapbook
in person when she visited some years back. If she was here I'd have her fixing
it up. I like the first Amityville Horror film, but it is stupid beyond belief.
The fact that people believed that sociopath Lutz blows my mind. In my opinion,
the second film, detailing the event that lead up to the first film is far
better. I live about 15 minutes from Amityville today. My wife lived in
Massapequa, about five minutes away from that house of horrors. Anyhow, enjoy!
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Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-61799938662393621572021-03-31T07:39:00.000-07:002021-03-31T07:39:10.868-07:00Decency or Desire! You decide! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEges040T5haGCk5FWq_-o8YG42YlBD9PDYOGsgVWyQyflSeYTPKHQRaK5VIUN-3CmjTwFv-12OQOKf1V0CWoQHbONzfg363HVtvljgqACnkXD2alwFgVPUj6rg6moKodPQFL54GyvviXI0u/s2048/Decency.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEges040T5haGCk5FWq_-o8YG42YlBD9PDYOGsgVWyQyflSeYTPKHQRaK5VIUN-3CmjTwFv-12OQOKf1V0CWoQHbONzfg363HVtvljgqACnkXD2alwFgVPUj6rg6moKodPQFL54GyvviXI0u/s320/Decency.jpg"/></a></div>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-7212349250310545992021-03-27T08:13:00.000-07:002021-03-27T08:13:06.848-07:00<p style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8u-Fm8NheZiiw9OiGDwxbeKsG-mnGwz6JKbQ4uRDbEdjaEuxjIRQXgFUxVQDG7OzYZTLHNfrXJ-FPOyRzxse9jntieGpM7mgEgRLUtmFG-Gf0KiM5HKLwyLkb94Coq9o7ToAvWrlxkxg/s2048/Rasputin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2013" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8u-Fm8NheZiiw9OiGDwxbeKsG-mnGwz6JKbQ4uRDbEdjaEuxjIRQXgFUxVQDG7OzYZTLHNfrXJ-FPOyRzxse9jntieGpM7mgEgRLUtmFG-Gf0KiM5HKLwyLkb94Coq9o7ToAvWrlxkxg/s320/Rasputin.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_15c"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql oi732d6d ik7dh3pa ht8s03o8 a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><span class="l9j0dhe7">Major congrats </span></span>to me today. For the past ten years I've been working on the screenplay for Rasputin on Campus, a film that I formulated in my head back in college in the late 80's. I had borrowed a video tape of Rasputin- The Mad Monk from Howard Carson, one of the co-owners of the Magic Shop in Hicksville. He was also one of the earliest guys to boot Hammer films from 16mm transfers. Anyhow, I loved the film so much that I dreamed up an opening and an ending for a film to be called Rasputin on Campus. Long story short, a revived Rasputin becomes a history teacher on a New England college campus circa 1950's. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In 2010, I shot a promotional trailer for the film (it's on Facebook under my videos, it's on YouTube and it's on the current DVD re-releases of Bloody Ape and Blitzkrieg. It's also on this blog site). At that point, I started writing the film. Then Christina and I found ourselves on the run, we were losing the apartment we had and decided it was house time, no more renting. Needless to say, the screenplay took a back seat. Once we found a house and moved in, I tried picking up the screenplay again and suddenly it was "house fix up time"...screenplay took a back seat. On top of that, I had to up my game with teaching and presentations, so my spare time went bye bye.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Now, in the past year or so some breathing room started to happen. Christina challenged me this Winter to complete the screenplay by March. I did. I finished it yesterday. I love to write, but I'm often distracted. Bloody Ape was written by both myself and George Reis. We actually wrote it as we shot it. A very pleasant experience. Blitzkrieg I wrote myself, took over a year to complete. Felt like work. Of the fourth coming Three Slices of Delirium, Christina and I co-wrote two stories together, I wrote the third. Very pleasant. Rasputin on Campus was all me, I always had the opening and closing in my head, but the middle was murder. Hence a screenplay ten years in the making. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Both Three Slices of Delirium and Rasputin on Campus are period pieces. They would be expensive to make. Christina and I do have an 'ace in the hole" screenplay we are going to co-write this Summer, that one should be able to be done on nothing. Always have a back up. And going forward, drumming up funds for Three Slices and Rasputin. It's a long, long road!</div></div></span></div></div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-30922512439553053942021-03-26T11:37:00.002-07:002021-03-26T11:37:59.056-07:00<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MDc-MzeIGsZL53Y6uXAe0fyM1J6wEr4aSA3nFIyP8jeiPB4WDTvgHQKJKR6-MpIyy9s8TtC0m2Qbq9hsH15kgnfFnF7gR3wGzlsDKc6MkGxAuInjG4A0xJoAr2Yh4-xXDIpXtAAc7xy3/s2048/Last+two+pages+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1554" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MDc-MzeIGsZL53Y6uXAe0fyM1J6wEr4aSA3nFIyP8jeiPB4WDTvgHQKJKR6-MpIyy9s8TtC0m2Qbq9hsH15kgnfFnF7gR3wGzlsDKc6MkGxAuInjG4A0xJoAr2Yh4-xXDIpXtAAc7xy3/s320/Last+two+pages+.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXpyX2SKwRec46qV8y3XOijxgzKw03oY8vVgMVHbs41qtdmp8BlIP1qIB1jpkJg3CY4VyTK4gdKHh3HUZyOx2073d0e7G8hKIOz7kb4zD4oH2_ASYYi8wVBPHVuwGJsHx1yGESydrriLv/s2048/Front+%2526+Back+cover+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1561" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXpyX2SKwRec46qV8y3XOijxgzKw03oY8vVgMVHbs41qtdmp8BlIP1qIB1jpkJg3CY4VyTK4gdKHh3HUZyOx2073d0e7G8hKIOz7kb4zD4oH2_ASYYi8wVBPHVuwGJsHx1yGESydrriLv/s320/Front+%2526+Back+cover+.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Easter a week away, and America in the condition it's in, lets remember the incredible Estus Pirkle and his prediction for America in 1968 with his famous sermon, If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do? Ron Ormond turned this sermon into an epic piece of Cinema. Watch it and see what will happen in the next four years! You'll thank me later....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-34531293209041043742021-03-12T05:33:00.000-08:002021-03-12T05:33:40.236-08:00<p> Here's an ad from a NY paper circa 1967 featuring films by both Andy Milligan (The Filthy Five), Mike Findlay (The Curse of Here Flesh) and the Texploitation masterpiece She Mob. If I could only have a time machine! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhol3nstToi3EXz_7kR4RpnQhQqUTdmolj1_4C4P-G2Kg6PvLjKPmSAdSnzqqptCFSD6PqETzzZu4OK0sv33QM26RjO_PT98J-QBu_uQON323ndbnjSZe1TIh7ddXxdP7xWUMWkpzG2o2b5/s2048/MovieTime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1296" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhol3nstToi3EXz_7kR4RpnQhQqUTdmolj1_4C4P-G2Kg6PvLjKPmSAdSnzqqptCFSD6PqETzzZu4OK0sv33QM26RjO_PT98J-QBu_uQON323ndbnjSZe1TIh7ddXxdP7xWUMWkpzG2o2b5/s320/MovieTime.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-72847653400214622362021-01-31T11:15:00.000-08:002021-01-31T11:15:09.396-08:00<p> </p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_b1"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql oi732d6d ik7dh3pa fgxwclzu a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">One of the greatest joys in life is watching a former student bust out and make her own films her own way. I've been teaching 19 years at Nassau Community College Adult Education. Most students come and go. Some excel. One of my students screenplay won a Sundance Film Festival award. But the best thing to come out of my class is Maria Fillippone. She was a student of mine around 2009. She became my main PA for two trailer shoots (Three Slices of Delirium and Rasputin on Campus). She was vital in an industrial film I made around the same time. And she's gone on to making her own short films plus directing local plays on Long Island stages. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Yesterday (12/30/21) I was invited to attend the screening of her latest film, Mid Life Conversations at the Bellmore Theater. The film was delightful, funny and at times incredibly sad. I told Maria that she has mastered the Long Island condition, she has captured the environment very much like Woody Allen captured Manhattan in his films. I am so happy for her. I'm trying to talk her into compiling all her work onto one disc for all to see. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Another great thing happened today. I ran into my old employer, Henry Stampfel. Henry was one of many who trained me as a projectionist. But I later became his "Guy Friday" in helping him manage his theaters. The one great thing I learned from that experience was how much I didn't want to own a movie theater. Prior to that, I thought I did. The other great thing was that we ran horror retro film screenings at his theater in 1994, 95 and 96, long before the current crop of hop-alongs. Those were great times. I enjoyed my conversations with him today. Thanks Maria for having me there, calling me out and bringing warmth to a very cold day!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFoP06bFoZOcP8jm9jVl9NmW-hqobB-d0qmcPtrENRQ-eH70K8Gaw46ifwjh22PuD_DA7yM1eg-Q8cUZWF8rRUQc_nIw5FZmTnqUPYwCEhA6kbfhUTkdCXfHWpbEfH_Cyg7zSclgJkiaW/s2048/Maria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1346" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFoP06bFoZOcP8jm9jVl9NmW-hqobB-d0qmcPtrENRQ-eH70K8Gaw46ifwjh22PuD_DA7yM1eg-Q8cUZWF8rRUQc_nIw5FZmTnqUPYwCEhA6kbfhUTkdCXfHWpbEfH_Cyg7zSclgJkiaW/s320/Maria.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria on her big day of the premier of Mid Life Conversations. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-18249332594423661912021-01-31T11:08:00.001-08:002021-01-31T11:08:18.315-08:00<p> Here's a box cover photo and a direct link to the Canadian company Darkside Releasing, who is distributing a Blu Ray double feature of my two films The Bloody Ape and Blitzkrieg: Escape From Stalag 69 in March 2021. Check it out!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://dvdandblu-rayreleasereport.blogspot.com/2021/01/darkside-releasing-tabs-mar-16-for-blu.html?fbclid=IwAR2B7IEGE7GRCBqTPhOvNmb7VwggYCTsPrPBExkNzepQCszkHzsowZ9D8sM" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="280" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uerFQpQRrQT3u7KKj_Bj4dZZfROh0nQhF6oQ2HAyPOGNwwbUSBJJvvIjCNMjm2ElvRpbCnImAKKSY-X8rIQxqesKRIXcd2tJvjofV8IOPJr89s6o5rRz1aVdqsRuw4OnYbnal7RwVftG/w311-h400/Bloody+Ape.jpg" width="311" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on Image to see review on website. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-271560911413555282021-01-31T09:49:00.001-08:002021-01-31T09:52:17.790-08:00<p> From Severin Releasing comes the Andy Milligan box set. I contributed two audio commentaries (one for The Ghastly Ones and one for Guru The Mad Monk). I also contributed the interviews with Milligan stars Natalie Rodgers and Christopher Broderick, as well as tons of memorabilia. Here is the promotional trailer for the Milligan Blu Ray boxset, which for the first time contains uncut prints of Bloodthirsty Butchers, Torture Dungeon, Man with Two Heads and Rats are Coming, Werewolves are Here! </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEOsPFChA9M&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR13u1hKnyoX2ERsvknLEp-oTYguZEyfJUI8rIjgkC15unLLNp0MAoHQ2e8" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="2048" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAEPfvTmBEC9VdhA_sctjKnG3f74-LCLWGbVi1tFdNF65Q_oeYVDYumGX5wl2JH288XLeC_4gD7t7Swry7nTH_iZw7YkX1iCVwUm4dd77uHj_zj1lt3tpHjfNIyHXBY8AE21Gq-NtiT8m/w400-h179/MilliganBox.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEOsPFChA9M&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR13u1hKnyoX2ERsvknLEp-oTYguZEyfJUI8rIjgkC15unLLNp0MAoHQ2e8">Click on this image to see the Dungeon of Milligan trailer! <br /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-10045523799153315472020-12-17T08:07:00.000-08:002020-12-17T08:07:26.897-08:00<p style="text-align: center;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWYxXyLsltP120dzYHjIO25ySfhFj8uQEv8S5JhhFYybP12XO3fvzMxPeS4dIwn_iSd3L8fOlDxhizbVXWV4ETt5DHROu2NQms547WwKaZNIjX0pQul4uBduBASw3iLn3LIdt4f2ZgU76/s2048/Freak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWYxXyLsltP120dzYHjIO25ySfhFj8uQEv8S5JhhFYybP12XO3fvzMxPeS4dIwn_iSd3L8fOlDxhizbVXWV4ETt5DHROu2NQms547WwKaZNIjX0pQul4uBduBASw3iLn3LIdt4f2ZgU76/s320/Freak.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1972 handbill for <b>Freaks</b> along with <b>Un Chien Andalou </b>and <b>Kwaidan</b> at the Bijou Theater in Manhattan. It was midnight shows like this that lead me to <b>Freaks </b>and <b>Night of the Living Dead</b> in 1978. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-76154775932916998112020-04-19T10:37:00.001-07:002020-04-19T10:37:26.340-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><a href="https://d2rights.blogspot.com/2020/04/ed-wood-extra-keith-crocker-on-ed-wood.html?fbclid=IwAR2S-8FIUkVv2rffJyTDyaP4SACQ1YH9pPGIq7wLlMlDeOHfIQyS4eyjA38">Read my latest article for the Dead2Rights blog on my having viewed at 8mm Homes loop in 1978 inspired by Ed Wood and the effects it had on my Woodology! </a>Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-65659268379275196272020-04-19T10:29:00.000-07:002020-04-19T10:29:57.073-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From left to right, Lee Peterson, Rob Hauschild, Joel M. Reed. Bottom, Don (the Driver) and Janie Gillis. A ride from Hell. </td></tr>
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Ok, it's time for me to say my goodbye to <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=658244778&extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARDhUqhIVEWmGabTVwe3yfbygvhRU3JZW3TSvGZwVveVOHZMfaXbRk_AKRBcheak4o4EWLKVvMM-QkjL%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/joel.m.reed?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&eid=ARDhUqhIVEWmGabTVwe3yfbygvhRU3JZW3TSvGZwVveVOHZMfaXbRk_AKRBcheak4o4EWLKVvMM-QkjL&fref=mentions" title="Joel M. Reed">Joel M. Reed</a>.
Really, I should have done this virtually, as it's so much better to
hear this as a bed time story. But I'm unclear if I feel like going
virtual on Facebook. So I'll write it out. I hope you have time to read
it. Let me make a few things clear. Some of you will think I'm being
mean or obnoxious. I'm not, everything I tell you is Gods truth. This is
100% on the level. I have people who can back this up. I also want to
make it clear that I liked Reed quite a bit. But he came with many
problems. So I'm not going to white wash my experiences with him. <br /> I met Reed via <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1363435801&extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARD4e7Q69bHifIW_mJ_AsvAeB_TPMSV-fCUt2mOHL2LX8t17He-0kjU7B24-ymPtulOM12YTuM4pW9A2%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/rob.hauschild?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&eid=ARD4e7Q69bHifIW_mJ_AsvAeB_TPMSV-fCUt2mOHL2LX8t17He-0kjU7B24-ymPtulOM12YTuM4pW9A2&fref=mentions" title="Rob Hauschild">Rob Hauschild</a>
and Wildeye Releasing, a distribution company Rob and I were forming in
the late 2000's. I had just been finishing up Blitzkrieg. We were
readying Blitzkrieg and my older film Bloody Ape for release on DVD. I
believe Rob met Joel via <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1625957295&extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARB3l9DXq1bytUkupFV_KUzp-tD_o4yWahywCbPzI3cGURQCqakoty_7Ek6tMye9yEGbz3uHC2O47Nr9%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/lee.peterson.3576?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&eid=ARB3l9DXq1bytUkupFV_KUzp-tD_o4yWahywCbPzI3cGURQCqakoty_7Ek6tMye9yEGbz3uHC2O47Nr9&fref=mentions" title="Lee Peterson">Lee Peterson</a>.
My view of Joel at the time was very much colored by Bill Landis. I was
friendly with Landis. Long before he wrote that scathing Sleazoid
Express issue condemning Joel, I had many phone chats with Bill and he
had been bad mouthing Joel to me for a long, long time. Hence when I met
Joel, I approached with caution. <br /> My earliest memory is Joel coming
to the DVD premier party at an office in Manhattan with my cast from
Blitzkrieg. My wife asked me who the homeless man wandering around the
office was. I wasn't sure who she was talking about. Then I saw Joel. I
told her who he was. He spent the bulk of the party ogling the cast of
females. Most of them were Europeans, the rest too young to even know
who Joel was. One of the girls thought Rob was caring for a relative
with dementia. The experience was surreal. But things were only going to
get weirder.<br /> Rob and I started working on a documentary about urban
and suburban grindhouses. We went mad interviewing both stars of trash
films, makers of trash films, viewers of trash films. We interviewed
Joel. He came up to the office Rob was working out of. He mumbled
something about "people pay me big money for this". I gave him my
Italian expression of "I'll bury you right next to Jimmy Hoffa". He shut
up and sat down. I started rolling the camera. I was shooting with my
Panasonic DVX 100 A. Next to me was Wildeye intern Sherry. She had
formally been a student in my film class at Nassau Community college.
She was stunningly attractive. But very, very innocent. Joel didn't take
his eyes off of her for a minute. I had my ear phones on. During the
interview I kept hearing a "putt, putt" noise. "What the hell is that"
I'm wondering. Joel was leaning over and passing wind. At first I
thought "Poor man, he must have colitis or irritable bowel. Then it hit
me. This was his mating call to Sherry. It was his way of sending up
smoke signals and pitching woo. I must have missed the lesson in
evolution class about how men and women expressed amorous feelings for
each other by farting at each other. But yeah, this was happening. Joel,
between takes, also delighted in shouting out his interest in underage
hookers from Asia. I don't have to tell you that we never saw Sherry
again. But we did get two hours of footage from Joel carrying on about
42nd st and the stories behind his films. This footage alone is the bulk
of what you need for a good documentary. <br /> It was at this point
that I realized Joel was a Troglodyte. In order to live in Manhattan in
the 1970's, you had top be a Troglodyte. But what I always questioned
was how this guy made the films he made with a degree of professionalism
that eluded the man completely. This wasn't for real. It was a
phenomenon. <br /> Ok, now the story of the breaking point, and then the
reformation. Rob comes to me and tells me "Guess what, we are driving
Joel Reed and Jamie Gillis to Wasteland. we are also going to have a
showing of Blitzkrieg there". I said "Guess what Rob, YOU are driving
Joel and Jamie to Wasteland, Hell will freeze over before I get stuck in
an 8 hour car ride with those two. I'll have an anxiety attack, I might
even commit suicide. Fuck that, no I'm not going". At the time, I had
enough of Joel's stories. I also knew Jamie Gillis. Gillis I got along
with quite well. But, Jamie had around this time forgot to use underarm
deodorant on a few occasions. I have allergies. I also knew that Jamie
harbored intense dislike for Joel based on the misconception that Joel
owed him money for Night of the Zombies. Actually Loren Price, the
producer owed Jamie the money. Not Joel, he was a director for hire. I
knew a fight would break out, and I was not going to be between those
two. Rob got Lee Peterson who was Joel's wrangler at the time. Rob got
another friend, Don who drove the car. I stayed home. These guys did
make it back. And yes, Jamie and Joel did have a car bound shout over
the money. Rob said it didn't last long. I have no regrets not going.
The only bad thing was my not being there to introduce Blitz. My bad. I
was like Arthur Lee from the group Love, I never wanted to show up for
my own gigs...<br /> My next experience with Joel was actually fantastic.
Joel wanted to make a spoof of the Asian horror film Ju-on. He wanted to
call it Jew-on. He wanted me to play a Hasidim. He had seen a character
like this in my film The Bloody Ape. He was focused. He was lucid. He
was serious. I agreed pending he found funding and I'd be paid for the
day. He agreed. we had a lovely afternoon. He knew I loved Andy Milligan
and he told me stories about Milligan. Gone was the psychotic transient
I had come to expect. I don't have to tell you he never got the film
off the ground. I started shooting trailers for my fourth coming films
and I lost touch. <br /> In the past year, <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1404663202&extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARDNspsmCiESOlW2l5C-TMYLp2frv5iynIrUzQuqBCQ9M70Frxc4WPbI3EDYqE5SxpdBftk_YImildOf%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/john.szpunar?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&eid=ARDNspsmCiESOlW2l5C-TMYLp2frv5iynIrUzQuqBCQ9M70Frxc4WPbI3EDYqE5SxpdBftk_YImildOf&fref=mentions" title="John Walter Szpunar">John Walter Szpunar</a>'s
brilliant biography on Joel was released. It was the best read of this
past decade. John is a brilliant writer. I'm unclear if he knows this.
John will sometimes hide behind other writers that don't even have a
quarter of his talent (myself included). I'm not sure why he does this
but he doesn't need to. If you haven't read Johns book on Joel
Bloodsucking Freak, then you are missing what is the most momentous book
written on an exploitation film-maker ever to be committed to tome. I
read this book in two sittings. Because I knew Joel, I laughed so hard I
had tears coming out of my eyes. John's wide eyed mid West innocence as
he recounts his adventures with this lunatic shows how patient and
powerful John is as he pursues his subject. I would have bailed ship
after day one. Anyhow, it got me to missing Joel, and I reached out to
him. I said "lets have lunch". He wrote back faster than lightening
"anytime" he said. I was in the middle of teaching courses. I told him
to let me wrap up. He said the kindest thing he ever said to me. "And
make another film" he blurted out. " You are beyond due". For some
reason, that remark took my breath away. I had never stopped to see what
he felt about my work. Did he even remember I was a filmmaker. Well,
that answered my question. <br /> By the time I was ready for lunch, Joel
had broken his hip and was in rehab. Rehab for a man his age is death
for most. It was for Joel as well. RIP Joel. I'm still not quite sure
how to sum up our relationship, but you were unique. And in order to
stand out in this world, you sure have to be unique.<br />
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<br />Keith J. Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934875858093900860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525059158976118694.post-44372295421436407782019-03-26T11:41:00.001-07:002019-03-26T11:41:04.055-07:00Ode to Larry Cohen Alright, as you know I usually don't say much when a celebrity in the
film field passes away, death for the most part is a natural occurrence
and you gotta roll with it. But I will tell two interesting Larry Cohen
stories. First, when I was in college (so we are talking '84 through 88)
one of the film professors spotted this notice on the wall of one of
the film labs we used when processing film. This guy, being a natural
born asshole, brought the notice in and hung it in the classroom. Upon
seeing it, I tore it off the wall and taped it to my note book. It's
been taped to this same note book for over 30 years now. I viewed it at
the time as a challenge. I was pissed off, I thought it was obnoxious
and I might have been one of maybe three students who knew who Cohen was
and enjoyed his work. But I was furious, where as now I see the irony
and the humor in it. Anyhow, I've made two feature films of my own, both
getting a redux re-release on DVd this Summer, so in many ways I've had
the last laugh. Remember folks, obstacles make for the best launching
pads, this piece was designed in many ways to make people work harder,
and it certainly did that for me!<br /> Story number 2. Just a few years
back, I was offering a made for TV movie called "See China and Die"
through my site Cinefear. It was written and directed by Cohen. Anyhow, I
get a letter in my P.O. Box from Larry Cohen. I figured "Oh shit, a
cease and desist notice". No, it wasn't that at all. He was delighted I
was offering it, he didn't have a copy and wanted one. Well, I gave him
far more than one and told him whenever he needed any, just write me. He
did, a year later, requesting a few more. He couldn't have been kinder.
He would send me pictures of him on the set of his films, autographed. I
even sent him the obnoxious proclamation he wrote and told him how mad I
was about it, yet how important it was in helping me move on and do
what I do...Anyhow Larry, God's speed and thanks for the push, I needed it!<br />
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