From Zombos' Closet comes a classy and trashy collection of popular culture artifacts for those who love the terrors and treats found in movies, books, and Halloween.
Released by Republic Pictures, Jungle Stampede was condemned by the National Legion of Decency; which, not to be confused with the Legion of Doom, was a more sinister legion. I also wonder if the NLoD was actually a bonafide legion or more like a bunch of let's-meet-on-Sunday-over-coffee and condemn some movies we don't want anyone to see people with little else to do.
An atmospherically photographed take on Jack the Ripper, The Lodger's Laird Cregar, the star villain, gets second billing on this Mexican lobby card and the credits. A travesty given his mesmerizing performance. He died too soon. Vincent Price delivered his eulogy.
So bad it's fun. Here's the pressbook. I recall seeing this in the theater on its first run. I was a kid, but even then I realized how awful this was. Check my take on its silliness in Silly Monsters in Silly Movies.
Jungle Jim (Johnny Weissmuller) continues his adventures in this second entry in the movie series from Columbia Pictures. Once again, white natives living in a secret city in Africa need protection from exploiters (a plot premise reused in too many Jungle movies). The beautiful Elena Verdugo and Ray Corrigan, as the gorilla, make it worth watching.
Bela Lugosi plays a doctor who transforms Japanese agents to look like important Americans, who are then murdered and replaced by their Japanese impostors. Imprisoned, he escapes and takes his revenge. If you're an Outer Limits fan, this plot device should ring a bell: in the episode, The Hundred Days of the Dragon, a presidential candidate is replaced with an impostor by sinister Asian forces.
I don't know about you, but every time I watch a bug movie I start itching a lot and constantly glance around me, imagining creepy crawlies eyeing me with longing. Earth vs the Spider has a preposterous premise--a large arachnid "killed" by DDT is then propped up in High School gymnasium (what, the local dump wasn't good enough?), then a rock band starts sock-hopping the thing back to life. It's pure hokum. But the kind that made drive-in fare so much fun to watch. Here's the pressbook.
Okay, so the movie's scripting and editing are a bit stiffer than the zombies, but those zombies scared the heck out of me when I caught this on television, late at night, at that tender age when you love horror movies but get scared too easily. Of course I'm a pro now. No, really. George Romero may have watched this and got a few ideas. Just saying.
I'm not sure what movie this may be from, but the lobby card design indicates it could be anywhere from the 1930s to 50s. Dorothy Short did Call of the Savage in 1935, but I don't see a credit for Paul Gifford on IMDb; and the inset scene with Amazonian women looks more like a 1950s movie than earlier. Anyway, the card illustration is what drew me to these cards. That, and the Amazonian women, of course.