Thursday, December 11, 2003

Hurrah for Brutallo and his special mail-order service where you buy difficult-to-find DVDs. Here are some of my recommendations.

Strangers With Candy

"Hello, I'm Jerri Blank and I'm a 46-year-old high school freshman. For 32 years I was a teenage runaway. I was a boozer, a user, and a loser. My friends were dealers, cons, and 18 karat pimps. But now I'm out of jail, picking up my life exactly where I left off. I'm back in high school, living at home, and discovering all sorts of things about my body. I'm finding out that though the faces have changed, the hassles are just the same."

Strangers With Candy is a great comedy series that never made it to the UK. It's based on a 1970 documentary called The Trip Back which starred real life ex-junkie Florrie Fisher who lectured in school about how she used to "cook up breakfast in a teaspoon".

Any resemblance between Florrie and Jerri is totally intentional.

Angel Angel Down We Go

A bizarre film penned by the fabulous Robert Thom (who also wrote Wild in the Streets). In Angel, Angel, an overweight debutante becomes obsessed with a drugged out pop star and invites him and his crazed entourage back to the mansion where he seduces her, her mother and her father. Lots of psychedlic sequences and pop songs, and we get to see bona fide movie star Jennifer Jones saying things like "I made 30 stag films and never faked an orgasm" and calling her maid a "bloody sadistic dyke". This is one groovy film, rarely seen and much under-rated. It'll blow your mind.

Who Killed Teddy Bear

Who knew that little Sal Mineo had such nice muscles and could dance like a gogo slut on heat? This film has it all - dirty phone calls, lesbian passes, stalking, Times Square porn shops, twisted policemen, big hair and Sal fondling himself in underwear.


In this little known Cher vehicle, the great one plays a drifter who runs away from home and encounters all manner of low-lifes. Cher named her daughter after the character she played. This film showed at the London Lesbian and Gay film festival this year to a rather uncrowded house who left in stunned silence at the end. However, there was one person in the audience who responded with thrilled applause when the credits rolled. That person, dear reader, was me. Let's rehabilitate Chastity. We owe it to (C)her.

Also at the site is the Karen Carpenter biopic with dolls and some very strange looking Japanese animation with shop store dummies. Check it out.

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