11 October 2017

JAPANESE EXPLOITATION FILM POSTERS

I wonder if anybody else out there ever went through a phase like I did, where they totally thought stuff like old Japanese exploitation type films were super arty and superior. They were all collectively cult classics and only a superior human being could appreciate them, someone with a higher intellect and exquisitely refined taste. Then after watching a couple hundred of these things you begin wondering to yourself, halfway through some storyline lacking but nicely shot  black and white Japanese film loaded with gratuitous nipple shots and white panties galore, "what the fuck is this garbage!?" 

This reaction is often from pathetic people who have been brainwashed by a country based around a profit driven corporate mentality (not Japan of course) into thinking that some big budget Hollywood film with a coherent story line and good acting and production values is better than some grainy ass film school experiment featuring girls with hairy arm pits. The same morons also think a hamburger and chili cheese fries is better grub than cold rice rolled up in seaweed and stuffed with raw fish. Losers. What do they know? But in the end we all know these films are in fact better, because they are usually loaded with lots of cute topless Japanese girls in underwear and that's what good film making has anyways been about in the end. (NOTE: Of course there are great films from Japan, especially from the late 50's to early 70's, and I have seen many, many. Of both the good and bad variety. Not all the films on this list are actually all that bad and a couple are almost kind of good. I just need to make that clear.)









09 October 2017

EROTIC HORROR ART

Sometimes what a blog needs is weird drawings and paintings of nekked women with squids ravaging their genitalia. I'm telling you. People are sick of long winded movie exposes and analysis. God knows I am. Give me Euro-trash lesbian vampire art and women being seduced by slimy ghouls any day.  Sadly, these sorts of posts become my big draws in terms of traffic. I actually would like to do a nice, brainy (half-brainy anyway) movie review or genre article. But when zombie rape cartoons are guaranteed to draw 10x the traffic with no actual writing or thinking involved on my part who I am to argue with what the masses want. 





THE URANIUM CAFE PODCAST - EPISODE 15/IT COMES AT NIGHT/47METERS DOWN/CARNAGE PARK



THE URANIUM CAFE PODCAST EPISODE 15

IT COMES AT NIGHT
47METERS DOWN
CARNAGE PARK




28 September 2017

THE URANIUM CAFE PODCAST/EPISODE 14/THE SHALLOWS/LEATHERFCE/PREACHER


          

THE URANIUM CAFE PODCAST/EPISODE 14

THE SHALLOWS
LEATHERFACE 2017
PREACHER




24 September 2017

THE URANIUM CAFE POCAST/EPISODE 13/THE MUMMY 2017


       

THE URANIUM CAFE PODCAST EPISODE 13


I wanted to like The Mummy, but something went wrong. But for me it was something other than what I am reading about online. Okay, all of that stuff too, but I had another major issue with the film and I am not seeing it addressed much, if at all, online.
I don't think I'm alone in this. What is it that disturbs me so? well, come on,
you gotta listen to podcast to find out.

28 May 2017

THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES/COLLECTION OF POSTER ART





Getting ready to give this Vincent Price classic from the 70's a rewatch and felt some poster sharing was in order. Surely one of the roles he is most associated with and this and the sequel are just great, fun movies to check out. Lush looking, a little funny in spots and and more than a bit freaky at times. Men have their faces "shredded"off by vegetarian fruit bats (Flying Foxes)! 

21 May 2017

BILL'S BULLPEN/THE DUBIOUS FUTURE OF THE URANIUM CAFE BLOG


I really feel more and more I am reaching the end of the line for this little blog, although I am unwilling to pull the plug just yet. I have reached a place where only one of two things will happen, I will find some solution to the problem or just walk away from it all. I think it is okay that one loses the drive for things he was once passionate for, especially when the object of that passion starts to become more of an albatross around his neck than a source of motivation and inspiration. That being said, it is also doable that he can change his mind set and approach to what he has been doing and then sit back and see if that helps. You can see this in musicians who get older, who still make music but not the type they once made, often to the chagrin of their fans. There was a time that writing articles about cult and horror movies consumed me and drove me. I fought to maintain the blog from inside China where Blogger is blocked and there is no such culture here that supports horror movies and comic books. You may think there is, but there is not. But I fought and in my opinion churned out a fairly decent blog and had plans for more and more stuff, but a few things happened along the road and I just got more and more cynical and jaded about the whole fucking charade. 

I used to join all the blog clubs and host the gadgets and widgets and banners on my sacred sidebar. I used to sport my post visit tracker and links to my RSS feeds (remember RSS feeds and howe people actually followed them?) with pride. I gave replies to comments that were nearly posts in themselves. I used to leave a short positive comment on other people's posts if I liked them. Shit, I used to actually read other people's blogs. But in truth a couple weird exchanges with some assholes back when I was open to collaborating with other bloggers, the continued lack of comments or feedback, the shift from people sitting at a computer (as I am now) and browsing the Internet to people scrolling down a goddamned mobile device and my own dropping of all social media involvement (my Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr and Google + accounts have all been totally deleted) and my sudden lack of concern over comments or hits has put me in a strange place. And I can see it can either be a positive or negative thing. But probably negative knowing my "the glass is half empty" approach to life. Let me explore that a bit.

I am just going to post what I want (within the undulating context of the blog theme) and be damned with the results. My last three posts are an obit type thing (maybe my first and last of that style) and a couple Mexican comic book cover art posts. Coming up will be a Youtube video type category that will replace my stupid ass podcast. I will try to post something almost everyday, even if it is just a photo or gif, rather than wait until I get around to doing a big movie review. I do what I do and so mote be it.

I also removed an sort of gadget for Followers or that tracked visits here. I have gained about two new Followers over the last two years, taking my stagnant 150 all the way to 152. Why would I want to look at that? I may even disable comments if I remain annoyed at my lack of them. If people do not wish to leave them then I do not wish to receive them. It seems that that is how it is with many blogs these days. People skim and sample from their Galaxies or iPhones and do not have the inclination to leave a comment. I can understand it. But it still sucks and if the lack of comments or interaction aggravates me I may just take that concern off the table and blog for no other reason than I enjoy doing it for myself. I appreciate the traffic the site still gets, even after I have removed all social media linkings (Facebook, Twitter, Google + and all that) and I thank the people who drop in. I love you. But in the end it is ultimately it can become self defeating to want to have something and never get it. But in the end that is not the ultimate reason I do the blog. What is that reason? I dunno, neurosis maybe. And is there any better reason to labor away at something no one gives a hoot about but yourself?


NOTE: After this post I decided to set the restrictions on my comments to a place where they will basically disabled. I see no reason to have comments enables at this time. I think it only prevents me from wanting to blog more. If you like the content awesome and thank you. If you tried to leave a comment but could not I am truly sorry. I am not a misanthrope. But one comment every four or five months, maybe,  is not worth the effort of clicking on the little comment section button to check. 


EROTIC AND ADVENTEROUS PULP MAGAZINE ART FROM MEXICO/RAFAEL GALLUR

Much like Oscar Bazaldua, whose work was featured here a while back, Rafael Gallur is know mostly for his work in the area of Mexican Ghetto Librettos, or Sensacionales, comics. The emphasis in these comics is on sex and violence and the drawing are typically over the top and graphic. Unlike Bazaldua however Gallur demonstrates a degree of restraint in his drawings in the areas of explicit violence and sexual posings of the subjects. The drawings are still pretty erotic but not as unnervingly so as in the works of Bazaldua and other pulp style Mexican illustrators. The drawings here are simply a bit more heroic in context than the drawings I presented before. There is still the politically incorrect chauvinistic atmosphere that may offend some people with larger than life muy macho men looming over scantily clad females who are often presented in some compromising position or another. The women themselves appear tough and dangerous but they are still frail compared to the male characters who all seem fairly lethal. Almost all of the drawings here are western themes and are finely detailed and rendered. I am not sure if he is working alone here or with somebody else helping with coloring chores and if anybody has more info I will pass that on in a future post. The drawings seem to show more of an influence from American pinup and magazine cover art than some of the other Ghetto Librettos drawings I have seen but the liberal use of vivid primary colors and lurid subject matter is something that you just don’t see that much of north of the border. I have not seen the inside of one of these magazines and if anybody has scans of the interior work I would love to see them. I used to live in San Antonio Texas but to be honest I never saw anything like this there, and now I am in China and it is simply impossible to find western comic books of any sort here. Spiderman is subversive enough here.


OUTRAGEOUSLY VIOLENT AND PERVERSE COMIC MAGAZINE COVERS FROM MEXICO/OSCAR BAZALDU

When I say that these covers from Mexican comic book magazines are outrageous I am it is at best an understatement. Most (if not all) of he covers I posted here are drawn by illustrator Oscar Bazaldua who seems to be the reigning king of this type of artwork. I tried to find a few samples of the interior artwork but I really could not find much. If anyone knows of a link where I can see samples of the b/w drawing on the inside please send that to me. I would be much indebted to you. Also not a lot of information on these titles is available with a superficial investigation and I will see what I can dig up when I do a follow up post to this one since I have some many cover samples. Depending on your outlook on things these are simply vulgar and disgusting or they are actually a little funny, in the same way that the old Eerie Publications covers were a little funny. The themes here, as far as I can make out, are not so much horror as they are macho adventure stories and sexual escapades. The male characters are ruthless and gun toting as are the females ones, but the females tend to scantily clad and smoldering to the point of being untouchable. The violence is graphic and exaggerated and consistently over the top.

For example one of the first two covers, Realtos de Presdidio, – which contains some of the most violent cover artwork by Bazaldua – simply shows some dead guy who has flown through a windshield in graphic detail. Nothing more than that. Opening up the article –where the best stuff is hidden away- are twp more Realto de Presidio covers that are more typical of Bazaldua’s approach. One is common theme on some of the covers and shows a macho guy who appears to part of some drug cartel blowing out the brains of some guy who is haplessly crawling away on the floor. The guys getting blasted in these types of covers usually look defenseless and frightened. Draped over him is a dead woman with blood censoring her nipples. Thank god for that, wouldn’t want to see any nipples here and be corrupted. The cover next to that has some guy serenading and fondling a buxom gal while they sit over yet another dead guy with his brains all over the floor. But the next cover for Champeadoras is really the freakiest of the lot and worthy of reviving Frued’s dark theories about what is buried in a man’s psyche. Or what is buried in a woman’s toilet bowel I guess is more accurate. The covers only get more extreme in content and execution. They are drawn and colored in a realistic style that only makes them all the more shocking and grotesque. Probably more of these cover –and maybe some interior artwork- coming in the future once I can find out a little more about the books and the people who create them.