Blue Sunshine (Jeff Lieberman, 1977)

Blue Sunshine is exactly the kind of weirdo, creepy, funny, smart, stupid, cult '70s horror movie I love, and it's strange I hadn't seen it until last night. Writer/director Jeff Lieberman has a distinctively oddball point of view, and the film is packed with memorable faces, locations, events, visual jokes and commentary, and tons of atmosphere. It's also a pretty great horror movie spin on the death of the hippie dream, the '70s hangover, and the creeping changes leading to what would become the Reagan '80s. Blue Sunshine is right up my alley.

After a series of ominous vignettes introducing several of the film's characters (and a few people we won't see again) whose connections to each other we don't yet understand, the film opens with a small but raging house party somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. A group of thirty-somethings are boozing it up, flirting, getting silly, and cutting loose (in particular, much-missed character actor Brion James in an early role, presumably high on something and pretending to be a large, squawking bird to annoy his friends). Photographer Frannie Scott (played by Richard Crystal, Billy Crystal's brother!) bounces down the stairs, announcing that he's going to take a group photo, but first, he does a Sinatra impersonation and kisses one of his buddy's girlfriends. When his friend grabs Frannie gently by the hair to stop him from drunkenly getting fresh with his partner, all of Frannie's hair comes off, including his eyebrows. Frannie's eyes get disturbingly weird, and he runs off into the night.

Three women stay at the house, but the rest of the party-goers pile into a car to go looking for him, with the exception of the very intense Jerry Zipkin (Zalman King), who goes off into the woods with a flashlight to look for Frannie. When Frannie returns, everyone is sorry they found him. He's turned homicidally berserk. What happened to him? The possibly clairvoyant Zipkin intends to find out, damn it! Zalman King gives one of the most intense '70s B-movie performances of all time in this movie. He's like a mixture of Nicolas Cage, Dead Zone Christopher Walken, and '80s Sean Penn at full throttle. Even when he's calm, he looks like he's waiting to explode. BTW, Zalman King later transitioned from acting to writing, directing, and producing, with erotic thrillers the bulk of his filmography. His credits as filmmaker include Two Moon Junction, Wild Orchid, Wild Orchid II: Two Shades of Blue, Delta of Venus, the Red Shoe Diaries TV show, Women of the Night, and Zalman King's Sex, Y & Z. He died in 2012 at the erotic age of 69 from the not-erotic-at-all cause of colon cancer.

What follows is a string of people losing all their body hair and turning into mass murderers, the connection between them being matriculation at Stanford in the late '60s and the ingestion of a strain of LSD called "blue sunshine" while there. Blue sunshine has one hell of a flashback ten years later, causing the ultimate bad trip. These blue sunshine acid casualties give off a religious cult vibe in appearance once they lose their hair, particularly Ann Cooper as Wendy Flemming. It's hard not to think of the Manson Family women when you see her bald, in a red robe, going after her neighbor's children with a large kitchen knife.

It's just one of the film's many expressions of the curdled '60s dream of peace and love, some other favorites being a woman talking about how the breakup of The Beatles was much more traumatic for her than her divorce, eccentric and desperate drug addicts and space cases in a run-down MacArthur Park, an overzealous young man working behind the counter in a gun shop, and two old photos of a future congressional candidate as, respectively, Uncle Sam flipping the bird and a cosmic acid guru. By the way, that candidate's campaign slogan, "Make America Good Again," sent both a chuckle and a wave of revulsion through me.

The weirdness culminates in a pretty amazing finale in one of those huge shopping malls that would powerfully symbolize mainstream American culture, aspiration, fantasy, and commerce for the next 15+ years, taking in a discotheque, a big Sears-like store, and a sparsely attended campaign rally and its opening act, a puppet show with Streisand and Sinatra puppets.

Lieberman, who has a small but eccentric filmography respected by horror lovers (I've also seen his alien invasion movie Remote Control and look forward to seeing his others), keeps things weird and exciting. The narrative doesn't always hold together, and the characters sometimes make baffling or stupid decisions, but these are minor quibbles in the context of the strange and wonderful whole. We get the feeling that murderous, hairless acid freaks are just one of the many strange things going on in any given block of this bizarre, inexplicable, insane country. 

Shopping, drugs, guns, murder, football, bratty children, exotic pets, dishonest politicians, expensive colleges, TV, celebrity puppets. America, baby. We've always been a shitshow, always will be, but at least that shitshow is weird as hell. Blue Sunshine gets it, and I love it.   

 

Blood Orgy of the She-Devils (Ted V. Mikels, 1973)

Blood Orgy of the She-Devils. What a title. Who among us could live up to it? Still, I expected a little more from handlebar-mustachioed B-movie filmmaker Ted V. Mikels, judging solely by the titles of Blood Orgy and some of his other films, including Dr. Sex, The Black Klansman (52 years before Spike Lee), The Astro-Zombies, The Corpse Grinders, The Doll Squad, Ten Violent Women, Mission: Killfast, and his penultimate film Paranormal Extremes: Text Messages from the Dead.

The film is a little light on blood, orgies, and she-devils, but we do get witches, warlocks, black cats, interpretive dance, bongos, cringe-inducing racism, and lots of goofy theological discussion. It's no great shakes visually or narratively, but it has its moments, and I always appreciate the time capsule quality in B-movies of this era, especially since rapacious late capitalism and years of too much po-mo self-awareness have prevented movies like this from existing since the late '80s/very early '90s. So, consider this a very mild recommendation.

Blood Orgy of the She-Devils opens with what the film considers a blood orgy, which is the black magic equivalent of a church service followed by an interpretive dance piece followed by a single murder. In the mansion of Mara (Lila Zaborin), a witch and medium adept at both black and white magic (she makes a fortune selling warnings and predictions of the future, dark curses on enemies, and visions of past lives and deaths), a ceremony is being conducted. Mara is sacrificing a shirtless dude to Lucifer with the help of another shirtless dude playing bongos, her hulking assistant Toruque (William Bagdad), and her coterie of sexy, hypnotized acolytes. Mara speaks some incantatory nonsense and holds her arms out, the sexy ladies get their interpretive dance on, and when the time is right, Toruque instructs the women to stab the shirtless guy.

The rest of the film goes in several weird directions. We get lots of flashbacks to the old days of witch burning and stoning thanks to Mara's ability to reveal past lives (though there are always a couple guys in each flashback with '70s jeans, slacks, and belts). We get a complicated side plot about a couple nefarious dudes who pay for Mara's black magic to assassinate the Rhodesian ambassador, and who then pull some shady business in lieu of paying, becoming the targets of further black magic. We get a full medium reading, as Mara channels both an ancestral relative and a Native American spirit guide (this part is super racist and embarrassing for everyone involved, including the audience). We get the murder and reincarnation of two main characters, one briefly returning as a black cat before resuming her human form. None of these things have much to do with each other, except for Mara being at the center. The film is basically a week or two in the life of a powerful witch.

Another major story strand involves a regular customer of Mara's. Lorraine (played by '60s pageant queen, Miss Hawaii, and runner-up for Miss USA and Miss Universe turned '70s B-movie and horror star turned born-again Christian and producer, writer, and director of religious documentaries Leslie McRay, spelled McRae in the credits) finds Mara's medium and past life powers a great help, but she's having trouble convincing her skeptical, nerdy boyfriend Mark (Tom Pace) to give Mara a try. Mark is a theology student, and he wants to consult his favorite professor Dr. Helsford (Victor Izay) before checking out the dark arts. Lorraine and Mark seem to spend every minute of their free time hanging with Dr. Helsford (with the exception of a picnic where Lorraine appears to be wearing a bathing suit/leotard combo with white ribbons tied over her legs -- the '70s!), who, besides teaching theology, is a master of "psychometrizing objects." He doesn't let on to Lorraine and Mark, but he's pretty worried about Mara's powers, and he assembles a super-team of theology profs and Christian magicians to stop the next blood orgy/interpretive dance-a-thon.

There you have it. This movie would probably be more entertaining if it was 20% smarter or 20% dumber, and there's a weird educational vibe to this thing, like Mikels is trying to teach us about the power of witchcraft and the human reaction to it, which is not what anyone should get from a movie called Blood Orgy of the She-Devils, but this thing is so damn weird and only 73 minutes long and you know you're the kind of person who takes that as an invitation if you read this blog with any regularity. Especially recommended if you want to see the two tamest blood orgies ever filmed.