Little Fish (nsfw)

This 7th Planet Zen Moment brought to you by the Italian exploitation film Lady Frankenstein.

I’ll Be Your Crappy Alien Today

Please enjoy this moment from The Galaxy Invader, an extremely craptastic piece of cinema from 1985 and one of my personal favorite bad movies.

Balloons of Death

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Act of Piracy (1990)

If you’re even here reading this, then probably I need not introduce you to Gary Busey. Last night I watched a delightful film called Act of Piracy, in which Busey must work with his estranged wife in order to save their kidnapped children. Act of Piracy begins with Busey’s character, Ted Andrews, climbing the fence at his wife’s house, kicking down her door, and basically blackmailing her into letting him take the kids on a yacht trip to Australia. When she goes into hysterics he pins her onto the couch as she screams and moans her hate for him. It’s all very, well, Busey.

But while he’s taking his spooky kids (the children’s voice performances are dubbed by adults and boy is it creepy) and his new fiancee across the ocean, Gary runs across an enemy slightly more intimidating than an ex-spouse. Pirates! They need his boat! Why is never really made clear, but they mention something about arms smuggling and communism, and/or terrorism. It’s all pretty vague but it doesn’t matter because it all leads to an inevitably action packed conclusion in which blood is shed gloriously by one of the creepiest actors in Hollywood.

Busey makes his first appearance in the flim wearing this outfit, possibly to remove any doubt about why his wife left him.

This film has it all! Action, scantily-clad women wielding silenced guns, surprising twist betrayals, and one of the douchiest villains ever.

Watching this villain die is almost as magical as the crazy antics of Gary Busey’s acting acumen. Oh. Sorry. Spoiler alert! And note that I said, “almost.”

Act of Piracy on imdb.

Happy Birthday, Frank Herbert!

Today is Frank Herbert’s birthday, on which he would have turned 89, were he still alive. Frank, of course, wrote Dune, one of my favorite books of all time. Then David Lynch came along and made a movie with a bunch of ridiculous shit thrown in (like a shaved cat and Sting in a shiny blue diaper) that didn’t necessarily have much to do with the book but was pretty cool in its own right, anyway. THE SPICE MUST FLOW!

Is that sound awesome or what!?

Blast-Off

Here we go. I’m officially launching the 7th Planet Picture Show here and now. And it’s a good thing I’m in charge of this launch and not these little shitbags, who should never be in charge of launching anything.

Original Clip from the Prelinger Archives on Archive.org.