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Thursday, June 29, 2017
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! Eros + Massacre 3
Eros + Massacre 3: Isle of the Cannibal Nymphs
(1982)
Director: Stelvio Moriani
This lewd, badly acted, feebly dubbed exploitation/cannibal
film and insult to the film world and world-at-large starts out with the youthful,
brash and sexy Rebecca Davenport sunning herself in a bikini upon the rooftop
of her Manhattan penthouse, financed no doubt by a combination of her rich
daddy and an assortment of male cohorts Rebecca inevitably pounds whenever the
mood strikes her. It is the afternoon of her twenty-fifth birthday and Rebecca
has just graduated from New York’s finest college of journalism. Eager to make
her mark with a grand entrance into the world of journalism, the ambitious,
budding reporter visits the county library to do a bit of research before an
evening of revelry with her beautiful yuppie friends at her upcoming birthday bash.
While using a microfiche to circulate through slides of old
newspaper archives to see what happened in history on the date of her birth, Rebecca
comes across a story about an American, David Hill, who traveled to Tahiti’s
mysterious Isola del Paradiso and seemingly vanished into thin air. Further digging
reveals that Isola del Paradiso is an impenetrable jungle island once populated
with young nymphs, a once flourishing matriarchal society ruled by young women
of irrepressible bisexual tendencies. The island is thought to have experienced
an unknown catastrophic event that forced the natives into cannibalism, some sort
of holocaust, although this is all only speculation as no outsider who has
ventured to the island has ever managed to return to write its history. It is
the common belief that the island is now abandoned. Believing that the island
is indeed now deserted, Rebecca is struck with the idea that this is the story
she was born to write, and she immediately resolves to pack her things and
travel to Tahiti to unravel the events surrounding David Hill’s disappearance.
Despite her photographer boyfriend Mike’s attempts to talk
her out of the decision, and against her friends’ and father’s wishes, Rebecca’s
father begrudgingly agrees to finance the trip as he can’t say no to his “precious
honey doll” (as he is fond of calling her). This ridiculous plot is accompanied
by the grade-school level acting of Sunny Fontaine, who plays Rebecca
Davenport, and Rusty DeAngelo who plays the strapping, blonde love interest
Mike, quite possibly the worst acting pair in the history of film.
Upon landing in the Tahitian capital of Papeete, Rebecca
finds her way to the tiki bar where David Hill was last seen 25 years ago. The English
ex-pat bar owner, Lawrence, who has run the place since its beginnings, agrees to
divulge what he remembers about David Hill, but only if Rebecca consents to
accompany him to his boudoir later that evening, which Rebecca does without any
apparent moral dilemma. What follows is one of the creepier sex scenes in all
of cinema--it was only recently revealed that this love scene was added to the
film by the director, Stelvio Moriani, as a favor to the actor who played
Lawrence, the 64 year-old Headley Mince.
As agreed, Lawrence arranges a boat and a local Tahitian
guide to take Rebecca to Isola de Paradiso despite warning her that David is
surely long-gone and that the island is now inhabited by a cult of female cannibals.
“No one has returned from that island, ya’ know, honey,” creeps Lawrence
through his nicotine stained teeth. “But it’s abandoned now they say…” says Rebecca.
“Heh heh, that’s what they say, is it? Heh heh…” retorts Lawrence. “If you go to
that island little lassie, I tell ya, there’s no comin’ back. Not a chance your
pretty little behind will make it through that thick jungle anyhow.”
Rebecca’s Tahitian guide, Tonga, agrees only to take her as
far as Hiva Oa road, where he will drop her and return to Papeete. Tonga is
later mangled in a terrifying scene where a bamboo stake trap completely severs
his head, his still-screaming head falling into Rebecca’s lap. Rebecca miraculously
survives the ordeal although a falling rock from the trap has given her a good
knock to the head resulting in double vision that will cause her for the rest
of the film to slip in and out of hazy hallucinations, although this device is
nothing but an excuse for director Moriani to flash his cinematographic skills,
which are laughably amateur to say the least.
Rebecca is left to traverse the jungle alone, with only an old,
outdated map as her guide. The rumored impenetrably “thick jungle”, however, is
not there, and it seems almost as if a path has been cleared only recently.
This gives Rebecca hope that there may be people on the island that can aide
her in her search. It is this ignorance displayed by the protagonist that infuriates
the viewer to such an extent that it is impossible to buy into this asinine
storyline, and we are at this point left rooting for a violent end to come to the
Miss Davenport.
But it is here, however, deep in the jungles of Isola del
Paradiso, where the story takes a dramatic and, dare I say, fascinating turn.
Rebecca passes through the dense jungle via “her path”, one of the few thought
provoking plot devices that renders the film at least marginally viewable. It
is once through the brush and into the clearing that Miss Davenport sees objects
unimaginable. Giant totems of cocks reaching up to 100 feet with girth the size
of California Redwood tree trunks accompanied by huge, round boulders on each
side, the left boulder always curiously slightly larger than the right. Such
masterpieces of design rivaled those of the Colossus at Rhodes and must’ve
taken decades to create by master builders she thought, while many of the
carvings appeared quite fresh.
Passing the penis totems, Rebecca comes upon a serene,
crystal clear sparkling pond with a gentle waterfall. She hears what she thinks
is the sweet humming of female voices serenading the scene. Behind the pond is
a large temple atop the mountain. It is with all of this that Rebecca has failed
to notice that she’s since been surrounded by hundreds of stunning young nymphs,
wearing only tiny fig leaves to cover their female genitalia (though parts of
the genitalia are still visible). Rebecca is immediately taken prisoner and led
to a chamber in the basement of the temple. She is yet unharmed and after a
few hours, a young woman enters the chamber with a bowl of hot green soup. Not
having eaten all day, Rebecca ravages the tasty meal, is soon overcome with
fatigue and falls into a deep psychedelic sleep. When she awakes hours later,
she finds her chamber filled with dozens of beautiful nymphs making love to one
another. Rebecca is surprised to find several nymphs sucking from her breasts
and another conducting some sort of research between her legs. But still
overcome with such fatigue and a combination of hazy hallucinations from the
falling rock and the green soup, Rebecca hardly notices, nor minds, given the
appearance of the lovely nymphs.
Rebecca is given more and more soup and the lesbian bacchanalia
continues unabated for several days with only 8 hours given for rest and meals
in between. The orgy alternates between sweet, gentle kissing and caressing of
breasts, to full-on pounding with massive plaster-casted dildos made from an silicon-like
element native only to the island. Rebecca has never experienced such ecstasy,
not even with her photographer boyfriend Mike. At last count she’d had 944
orgasms in the last three days. Rebecca found that the only way to keep her
sanity and remain rooted in reality was to keep count of her climaxes.
Then, without warning, the orgy is called off with the sound
of a flugelhorn. Two fresh nymphs lead Rebecca, who was mid-climax, to the throne
of Princess Matahina, the daughter of Queen Matahina, who overthrew her own mother
in a bloody coup. As cruel and merciless as Queen Matahina was, there was never
a more bloodthirsty, perverted, warped and depraved human-being in all of
history than Princess Matahina. Rebecca, exhausted, shackled and kneeling
before the Princess demands to know what they want with her. Ever mindful of her journalistic intentions, she also wants to
know what became of David Hill and whose penises all those plaster-casted
dildos were made from. Princess Matahina is only too proud to relate the tale
to Rebecca. “Well, perhaps we shall give you a little tour,” says the princess.
From there Rebecca is led to a stable where hundreds of men
are being kept in bondage, force-fed leaves and green soup and being pounded
furiously by the nymphs. “What is the meaning of this?” asks Rebecca,
horrified.
“You wanted to know about David Hill? These are his children,”
replies one of the nymphs.
“All of them?” asks Rebecca.
“Yes, all of them.”
“But where is David? Is he still alive?” Rebecca’s question
is met with a hasty turning away as the young and voluptuous nymph seems highly
annoyed by the question.
“What is the meaning of this? Why are these men being
pounded so furiously?” asks Rebecca.
“Breeding”, replies the nymph.
“Breeding? Breeding for what? What will become of all these
men after they have satisfied their breeding purpose?”
“For the answer to that, you must visit the the dwelling.”
“The dwelling? What’s in the dwelling?”
The final 30 minutes of the film is the reason for Eros+Massacre
3 receiving a XXX rating and why it has been banned in 239 countries. The carnage
associated with the final segment of the film is what has made it legendary and
vaulted it into cult status in the cannibal film genre. In sum, Rebecca is
taken to ‘the dwelling’ where she is shown horrific scenes of torture, like bloodletting, decapitation and the frenzied eating
of human flesh and genitalia. The rumors of cannibalism on the island are indeed fact, and no
one, not even Rebecca Davenport, will ever leave Isola del Paradiso to tell the
tale.
Though the film as a whole barely holds together as a
coherent plot, and much of its 129 minute run time is devoted to gratuitous lesbian
sex and cannibalistic feeding frenzies, the picture is saved by an unparalleled
soundtrack that masterfully carries the viewer though the mood changes and
shifting narrative. A D- film with an A+ soundtrack.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
vendetta violenta ii
Currently doing my '100 Spaghettis Project', that is, the watching of 100 Italian Westerns over a few-month span (I'm at #54--a top 100 list will be published here of course).
All the while I've been voraciously digging into the soundtracks of the respective films seen, and these mixes reflect that endeavor.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Friday, December 18, 2015
Christmas Cocktails at Five
This one will only be up for a few days. Sorry, had to use my Dropbox due to the size and can't keep it in there for long. Also, apologies, again, no individual tracks for this...just a straight up single track mix for the best Christmas mix ever.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
Music for Beachcombers
One of the many mixes I'll be making for a friend's Tiki bar. Sorry, I don't have individual tracks for these mixes, though I still will make individual tracks for the EPM mixes.
Monday, March 30, 2015
ePm 42
I'll be heading out of town for awhile. Will poke around Southeast Asia for a month or two. Business trip--and my business is pleasure.
In the meantime, it's not quite summer yet, but what we have here are some hot, red hot grooves, so hot they'll burn a hole in you. Seeing as how April is the hottest month of the year in Bangkok, it is fitting that this one will be playing heavily to my eardrums.
So here it is, the Eros + Melody summer 2015 album. Get it while it's hot.
In the meantime, it's not quite summer yet, but what we have here are some hot, red hot grooves, so hot they'll burn a hole in you. Seeing as how April is the hottest month of the year in Bangkok, it is fitting that this one will be playing heavily to my eardrums.
So here it is, the Eros + Melody summer 2015 album. Get it while it's hot.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
EPM 41
Link's alive butha's (and sistas! I know at least three young ladies by name who follow this musi-blog...maybe others? :)).
I call this one the lighter side of cheeze. Linx in the comments!
I call this one the lighter side of cheeze. Linx in the comments!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Eros + Melody #40: Funk Library
The Funk Library Album
I initially did a big write-up on this volume, then I realized two things: one, I am not as smart as I pretend to be, and two, peeps aren't here to read my garbage...they're hear for the music.So, what we have here is not Library music, but soul and funk tracks imagined and arranged as such--some looped instrumental bits, some extended edits...one long and hot funk jam. I'm not a big fan DJ edits myself, but I think I treated these songs with as much respect and least amount of artificial intervention as I could in order to turn this into an instrumental escapade.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Eros Plus Massacre 2
Happy Halloween!!!! Spooky, scary, sexy! A soundtrack for a non-existent film involving satanic rituals, superfluous robed characters, medieval castles, all-too-obvious symbolic images of crucifixes and pitchforks, plenty of bad acting and...hot women making out in bathtubs? Oh, yes indeed! Treat yourself to this Halloween special. Just listen to what the critics have to say!
"Greatest Halloween mix...ever!" -- Some guy.
"Just ask me why I'm wearing this belt three sizes too small. I was listening to this mix and it scared my pants off!" -- Some other guy.
"Just ask me why I'm walking around with my butt cheeks scrunched up. I was listening to this mix and it made me poop my pants!" -- Yet another guy.
"Worst 'movie' ever, if you can call it that. But saved by this amazing mix! It scared the living shit out of me!" -- Totally made up guy. As real as this soundtrack to this actual movie.
Well, there you have it, folks. No reason not to download this outstanding mix.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Eros Plus Melody Vol. 39 (SC 148)
The main goal of this series, besides the joy of compiling great tracks and messing around with PS to come up with album covers, has always been to compile a collection of tracks that represent the best of Library and cinetrax music. Though I try to bring rare tracks to the attention of others, I'd rather compile a collection that is representative of the music I love, whether it is rare or not. Like the name of this website says, it is a compendium of sound, and I hope I do this wonderful genre of cult music justice. Eros Plus Melody 39 is the companion to #38, a soulful album of deep, deep Library grooves.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Today the Strangest Thing Happened...
...I was looking over my blog and thinking, damn, this has been around a few years... I wonder if an anniversary is coming soon?... So I boot scoot boogied back to find the date of origin and, no shit, it turns out today, July 18, 2011 was the date of the very first post I made on this blog! And I had never thought of this question before... And whilst I was searching for the date of inception, I was thinking to myself, 'Wouldn't it be awesome if today were the anniversary...' I'm not making this up.
So today, being the three year anniversary of the immaculate conception of this blog, I'd like to announce that I have an idea...
...I know what many of you are thinking. The above announcement is cause for celebration in itself, but seriously, I do have an actual idea!
I'm going to make 100 Eros Plus Melody mixes! I'm GOING to do it. Surely you Americans have heard the story of a young Sufjan Stevens proclaiming he'd make 50 albums dedicated to each of the 50 US states. Well, I think he made just two... but I'm really doing it! I'm going to make 100 of these fuckers! It may take years and years, but I'm doing it.
So today, being the three year anniversary of the immaculate conception of this blog, I'd like to announce that I have an idea...
...I know what many of you are thinking. The above announcement is cause for celebration in itself, but seriously, I do have an actual idea!
I'm going to make 100 Eros Plus Melody mixes! I'm GOING to do it. Surely you Americans have heard the story of a young Sufjan Stevens proclaiming he'd make 50 albums dedicated to each of the 50 US states. Well, I think he made just two... but I'm really doing it! I'm going to make 100 of these fuckers! It may take years and years, but I'm doing it.
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