Tales from the Darkside S2 E19: The Last Car (1987)

This episode is a surrealist take on the Ghost Train story, serving as an allegory for death and the afterlife.

Stacey (Begonya Plaza), a college student traveling home for Thanksgiving, finds herself alone in a desolate train station. The atmosphere is immediately off as the station feels abandoned, and an exit sign falls from the wall without provocation. When her train arrives, she boards the very last car, the caboose.

Inside, she meets three eccentric passengers. Mrs. Crane (Mary Carver) is a grandmotherly figure who knits incessantly and speaks in soothing, rhythmic metaphors. The Old Man (Louis Guss) is a silent, suited passenger focused on his lunch box. And finally, Joe (Scooter Stevens) is a young boy dressed in a cowboy outfit who appears restless.

Mrs. Crane welcomes Stacey, explaining that the last car sways like a cradle. Stacey attempts to relax, but the logic of the world begins to fray. She notices her watch has stopped, and when the train enters its first tunnel, the lights flicker to the sound of a haunting, maniacal laugh. For a fleeting second, Stacey sees her own reflection closing the window shades independently of her movements.

As the journey continues, Stacey realizes she is trapped. The door to the next car is locked, appearing and disappearing, with signs forbidding passage while the train is in motion. Time becomes elastic; Joe inexplicably changes costumes, from a cowboy to an infantry soldier, and the passengers seem to know Stacey’s name despite never being introduced.

The horror escalates during the second tunnel sequence. Joe begins shooting his toy gun, but the play turns lethal. The Old Man is riddled with actual bullet holes and slumps over, dead. Stacey screams in terror, but as soon as the train exits the tunnel, the Old Man sits up, perfectly intact, and begins eating a sandwich as if nothing happened. Mrs. Crane simply smiles and tells a shell-shocked Stacey, “You get used to the tunnels… eventually.”

The appearance of the Conductor (Bert Williams) brings no relief. When Stacey demands to be let off or taken to the dining car, she is met with bureaucratic indifference. She offers her round-trip ticket, but the Conductor clips it and returns a one-way ticket, claiming it is the only kind he has.

Stacey’s desperation peaks when she looks through the door’s window as the Conductor leaves. For a split second, the polished interior of the train vanishes, replaced by a rotting, skeletal wreckage. The passengers are revealed as decayed corpses, and the Conductor is a grinning skeleton. However, as the train emerges into the light, the illusion of normalcy returns.

Mrs. Crane reveals the true nature of their journey: the Conductor won’t return until there is a new passenger to collect. Stacey is no longer a traveler; she is now a permanent fixture of the last car. Mrs. Crane drapes a handmade shawl around Stacey’s shoulders—the very one she had been knitting since Stacey boarded—and offers to teach her how to knit. This is the acceptance of death.

The episode concludes with the train entering another tunnel. This time, Stacey doesn’t scream. Instead, she joins the others in a rhythmic, catatonic chant: “Tunnel… Tunnel… Tunnel.” As the darkness engulfs the car, Stacey’s face withers into a pale, skeletal mask. She has finally gotten used to the tunnels, becoming just another ghost on a train that never reaches its destination.

This episode was directed by John Strysik, who directed five other episodes of this series. It was written by Michael McDowell, who wrote the script for Beetlejuice. This is one of the strongest episodes of the show.

Visual Vengeance in August!

Cyclops: A secret team of scientists has crossed the line between medicine and madness, implanting embryos into human hosts in a series of hideous experiments designed to create a new form of life. But when their latest subject takes her own life before giving birth, the operation spirals into desperation. Accompanied by a malformed cyclops mutant as muscle, the researchers descend into the city in search of a new victim–dragging an unsuspecting young woman into a nightmare of medical horror that degenerates into a frenzy of deformed flesh, slimy transformations and mutant showdowns.

Emerging from Japan’s late-’80s direct-to-video boom, Cyclops stands as an early, unhinged entry in the country’s underground splatter movement. Directed by Jōji “George” Iida in his debut, the film fuses Cronenberg-style body horror with low budget V-cinema rawness — building methodically before erupting into a chaotic finale packed with grotesque practical effects and full-throttle gore. A lean, mean descent into pure biological terror, it’s a classic cult relic of experimental Japanese horror at its most hardcore and bizarre.

There’s a new 2K transfer from original 16mm film elements, as well as extras including commentary with Justin Decloux of The Important Cinema Club and Patrick Macias, author of Tokyoscope: the Japanese Cult Film Companion; a new interview with director Joji “George” Iida; a video essay on his films and the Japanese DTV market of the mid-80s; an image gallery; a sketch gallery; trailers; a folded mini-poster featuring original pressbook art; a reversible sleeve featuring original Japanese VHS art; “Stick Your Own” VHS stickers; two different liner notes booklets and limited eiditon slipcase art by The Dude.

Fatal Flying Guillotine: Deep in the forbidding Valley of No Return, a reclusive master, driven to madness by his own obsessive training, perfects a nightmarish weapon — the “Lightning Strike,” a savage evolution of the flying guillotine with twin, whirling blades designed for maximum carnage. Any intruder who dares cross into his domain faces instant decapitation with ruthless precision. But when a vengeance-driven fighter (Carter Wong) sets his sights on the valley, seeking justice for his mother’s death, he must confront both the master’s deadly invention and the head-chopping chaos it leaves in its wake.

Arriving cheaply and quickly in the fury of the flying guillotine craze that swept 1970s international martial arts cinema, The Fatal Flying Guillotine taps into the era’s appetite for outrageous kung fu spectacles sparked by the breakout 1976 smash hit Master of the Flying Guillotine. This off-brand Taiwanese entry escalates the formula with its delirious titular weapon variation and near-constant combat – while blending mystical elements, rival factions, double crosses and Buddhist brawls into one of the more kinetic and memorable examples of the short-lived but legendary trend.

There’s a new 2K transfer from original film elements supervised and composited by film archivist Toby Russell, plus extras like a commentary with Justin Decloux of The Important Cinema Club Podcast; A Brief History of Flying Guillotine Movies and Chan Siu-Pang Was There video essays; a 10 Styles of Tamo demonstration; a dirty VHS version of the film; an image gallery; trailers; a folded mini-poster featuring original pressbook art; “Stick Your Own” VHS stickers; a liner notes booklet by C.J. Lines; lobby cards and limited edition slipcase art by Uncle Frank.

Reanimator AcademyThe fraternity brothers at Delta Epsilon Delta are your typical red-blooded American party animals, that is except for Edgar Allen Lovecraft. He’s locked up in his room trying to cure death and finds a serum that works on the severed head of a recently deceased comedian. When a mafia hood steals the serum to use on his murdered squeeze, her reanimated corpse goes on a campus killing spree — let the corny puns and one-punch decapitations fly!

Reanimator Academy was produced down and dirty for the booming early 90s video store rental market by legendary producer David DeCoteau (Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama) and directed by the equally renowned Bret McCormick (The Abomination), under what is possibly the best pseudonym ever used in a film. This silly send-up of Lovecraftian lore and cinematic tropes will leave you feeling as hungover and headless as a three-kegger blowout would.

First time ever on disc following its initial VHS release!

This has a transfer from existing SD tape masters and features commentary from Sam Panico of B&S About Movies and Bill Van Ryn of Drive-In Asylum; an interview with director Bret McCormick; a location tour; an interview with actor Tom Fegan and Fred the Head; a feature on the score; the director’s 2023 soundtrack cut; Bret McCormick’s Children of Dracula; a Q&A; a folded mini-poster; a reversible sleeve featuring original VHS art; a “Stick Your Own” set of VHS stickers, limited edition slipcase art by Giorgio Credaro and a limited edition video store card.

B & S About Movies podcast Episode 136: Black Emanuelle

Women’s Prison MassacreViolence in a Women’s Prison, Emanuelle In America, Emanuelle and the White Slave Trade and Caligula: The Untold Story. These are scummy movies. This is what I do.

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CULTPIX MONTH: Helgerån (1989)

Joseph W. Sarno. Yeah, that Joe Sarno. The Ingmar Bergman of 42nd Street. The man who gave us Inga and Abigail Lesley is Back in Town. If you’re looking for a guy who understood that the distance between high-art Swedish angst and low-rent skin flicks is about the thickness of a silk stocking, Sarno is your man.

Yet imagine a slasher flick filmed in the Swedish woods, directed by this very same softcore legend, with a plot that feels ghostwritten by a nun on a bad trip. That would be Helgerån, which was also released as Sacrilege.

Sara (Christine Moore, a Roberta Findlay veteran from Lurkers and Prime Evil) shows up at the Church of the New Disciples looking for salvation. She’s got a heavy burden: her twin sister is back in Lapland playing house with Satan and possibly gestating the literal Antichrist by having sex with goats. Also, her mom got her head lopped off and spiked like a volleyball in the intro, but the case is colder than a Nordic winter.

Enter George (Kurt Sinclair), a reporter who is supposed to be investigating the sect but mostly just stares at Sara with puppy-dog eyes. When Sara decides to lead a missionary trip to the old country to save her sister’s soul, George follows. Along for the ride is Sister Naomi (Shannon McMahon, another Findlay alum from Blood Sisters), who has a calling for Sara that isn’t exactly sanctioned by the Vatican.

Oh, you’re surprised by a Sapphic plot in a Sarno movie?

Once they hit the forest, the repressed religious zealotry starts to boil over. Everyone is horny, everyone is crazy, and one girl even wants to go full Sound of Music minus the habit and plus some demented spinning. But while the missionaries are busy struggling with their magic underwear, someone is skulking through the brush with a hand scythe, slicing off hands and heads.

Holy shit — I loved this movie. It’s a slow-moving film in which nothing is paid off, filmed by a man who wasn’t just a smut peddler. He was obsessed with the way sexual epiphanies could shatter repression, which in this movie, he takes that very same theme and grafts it onto a slasher. It’s a heady, talky and occasionally overwrought brew about delusion and madness.

Is Judith really the Sara that gets to have sex and are two people trapped in the same body? Is she a sick young woman? Will men — and a woman? — perhaps wonder which version they’re sleeping with and if one of them is a succubbus?

For a movie directed by a guy who was literally filming legit porn concurrently, it’s also surprisingly chaste for a movie where everyone is DTF in a way that destroys their lives. You get some blouses pinging off and brief topless shots, but it’s more interested in the idea of sex than the act.

The gore, however, is another story. The scythe work is hokey but effective. And at nearly two hours, Sarno may be testing your patience. It’s a marathon of melodrama and some truly wooden acting from Sinclair, who sounds like he’s reciting a grocery list rather than investigating a satanic cult, all in a film that appears to look like it was made for TV, yet with exposed breasts and bloody unattached heads.

But that’s exactly why I drank this in like a sweet glass of Punsch.

Another reason I was all in? The print looks rough. We’re talking tape rolls, tracking issues and VHS static. The fuzziness makes the low-budget decapitations look almost real. It’s a lost oddity from a director who lived in the gutter but kept his eyes on the arthouse stars. It’s not a masterpiece, but in a world of cookie-cutter slashers, this one is a beautiful, bloated freak-out.

You can watch this on Cultpix.

88 FILMS BLU-RAY RELEASE: She Shoots Straight (1990)

If you’ve ever felt like your in-laws were a nightmare, imagine being Joyce Godenzi (wife of Sammo Hung and a former Miss Hong Kong) in She Shoots Straight (also known as Lethal Lady). This time, she plays Mina Kao, a super-cop who marries her supervisor, Insp. Huang Tsung-Pao (Tony Leung), and finds herself part of the Huang family, many of whom are also cops. While dealing with her sister-in-law, Chia Ling (Carina Lau), who is jealous, a gang of Vietnamese ex-soldiers led by Yuen Wah is razing Hong Kong.

The mid-movie shift is a gut-punch. After an impulsive move by Chia Ling leads to a rescue mission, Insp. Huang Tsung-Pao is blown to bits by a booby trap. The scene where the sisters have to tell the family matriarch at her birthday party is one of the most effective melodrama-meets-mayhem moments in 1990s HK cinema. The final act? Pure, unadulterated vengeance on a freighter that makes Die Hard look like a school play.

The final duel between Joyce Godenzi and the muscular female mercenary Yuen Ying (Agnes Aurelio) is legendary. It involves a lot of broken glass, heavy machinery and zero stunt doubles for the wide shots.

Directed by Corey Yuen, this is more than a Girls with Guns movie. It’s a family drama that just so happens to have high muzzle velocity. It bridges the gap between the weeping melodramas of the 80s and the hyper-violent tactical shooters of the 90s. If you want to see Yuen Wah being absolutely despicable and Godenzi proving she was more than just a pageant queen, this movie delivers.

Extras include commentary with Asian cinema expert Frank Djeng, an image gallery, a trailer and a reversible sleeve. Order from MVD.

The Benefactress: A Celebration of Cinematic Freedom (2026)

The director of Guerilla Metropolitana either has a massive PR budget or a tireless obsession with messaging me directly to watch his film. After receiving a long, intense audio message from him, I felt I had no choice.

Here’s an example of an audio message I got from him: “I’ll tell you from the beginning. It’s not an easy watch at all. It’s not even horror. It’s horrific, but it’s not horror. It’s quite pornographic, although it’s not porn, but it’s quite pornographic. It’s very extreme, very sadistic.

It is almost plotless. It’s got a very basic plot. The film is highly experimental. It puts the theme of artistic freedom at the center. How far can a filmmaker go in the name of artistic freedom? Voyeurism topics like that are in place. The complete rejection of morality in exchange for enlightenment.

Some have called the film a visionary work of art. Others have called the film an offensive, repugnant piece of film. So nothing in between.”

How could I say no after that message?

After the cult success of Dariuss, director Guerrilla Metropolitana was hired by a dying woman with a fake name, Elektra McBride, who has a powerful televangelist husband. She only has one demand: to appear in the film via video link. A seemingly virtuous charity worker, Juicy X, becomes the face of the film and the twisted desires of its unseen patron, as well as her director.

Then, with no set narrative, the Mystery Woman is abused sexually until a gun is produced and we finally watch a cleaner (Marie Antoinette de Robespierre) disinfect the scene.

In a world that has produced cinema like SaloSweet Movie, the films of Joe D’Amato and Jess Franco, not to mention Last House On Dead End StreetForced EntryWaterpower, Armand Weston’s The Taking of Christina and The Defiance of Good, as well as any number of films by Japanese creatives like Sade Satô, Hideshi Hino, Daisuke Yamanouchi or Hisayasu Satô:, I wonder how shocked anybody can be any more.

What works here isn’t the movie as much as the psychodrama created around it. I miss ballyhoo and selling movies; Metropolitana has gone all out to get people to watch this, often on what seems like a one-on-one basis. That’s commitment. What he made feels like a test for the audience to get through or perhaps one where the viewer reflects on all the things their eyes have seen.

For all the talk toward how shocking this is — and I hate comparing movies to other movies, but here I go — this didn’t destroy me like Gaspar Noé’s Irreversible, which puts the viewer through hell thanks to its unblinking eye as we watch people be ruined and yet still retain a storytelling arc, much less one in reverse. It feels closer to the Nick Zedd Cinema of Transgression era, perhaps without the eye of a Richard Kern.

Often, films like this — I’m looking at you, A Serbian Film — cloak their transgressive nature in a square-up reel explanation that they’re making a political statement or commenting on how the world treats people. Yet they want to have their cake and fuck it repeatedly while you watch, too, and then kill said cake.

I want to understand what Metropolitana wants from this and what he’s trying to say. At the very least, you have to give it to him to not only go full frontal nude on camera, but to wear a t-shirt of his last film while doing so.

As they say, always be selling.

You can watch this for yourself on Fawesome.

CULT EPICS BLU-RAY RELEASE: The Island Closest To Heaven (1984)

While many know Nobuhiko Obayashi for the masterpiece House, he spent much of the 80s perfecting the Idol Movie, a series of films designed to showcase young starlets. But because it’s Obayashi, you’re not just getting a pop song and a smile. You’re getting a cosmic meditation on grief drenched in postcard-perfect surrealism.

Mari Katsuragi (Tomoyo Harada) is a high school girl dealing with the ultimate bummer: her father has suddenly dropped dead. Before he shuffled off this mortal coil, he filled her head with stories of a place calledThe Island Closest to Heaven.Driven by a need for closure and a promise made to a ghost, Mari hops a plane to New Caledonia in the South Pacific.

She spends the first half of the movie wandering around like a lost tourist, encountering a colorful cast of Japanese émigrés, including a guy who might be a reformed yakuza, and locals who seem to exist in a different time zone of the soul. Eventually, Mari realizes that Heavenisn’t a specific coordinate on a map, but a state of mind achieved through connection, memory, and probably a really good sunset.

This was a massiveIdolproject produced by Haruki Kadokawa. Tomoyo Harada was one of theKadokawa Three(alongside Hiroko Yakushimaru and Tomoyo Harada). If you were a teenager in Japan in 1984, this was the equivalent of a Taylor Swift film. This was based on a 1966 travel essay/novel by Katsura Morimura. Her book actually put New Caledonia on the map for Japanese tourists; to this day, the island of Ouvéa is marketed to Japanese travelers asThe Island Closest to Heaven.

Obayashi actually filmed on location in New Caledonia. While most directors would just film the beach, Obayashi uses his signaturevideo-artstyle—chroma-keying, weird color filters, and dream-like transitions—to make the tropical paradise seem to vibrate in another dimension.

The Island Closest to Heaven is what happens when theComing of Agegenre meets a travelogue directed by a guy who thinks reality is just a suggestion. It’s sentimental, sure, but it’s also weirdly profound. It’s a movie about how we use geography to map our internal grief.

Extras on the Cult Epics release include commentary by film critic Derek Smith, a visual essay by Alex Pratt,  a making-of, trailers, new slipcase art design by Sam Smith, a reversible sleeve with original Japanese poster art, and a repro 24-page Japanese booklet. Order now from MVD.

CULTPIX MONTH: The Doll (1962)

Forget your Mannequin whimsy. Arne Mattsson’s The Doll is a dive into the deep, dark end of the loneliness pool, where the water is freezing, and the only thing keeping you afloat is a hollow piece of storefront fiberglass.

Per Oscarsson, a man who could look haunted while eating a sandwich, plays a night watchman who decides he’s had enough of the human race. He liberates a mannequin from the department store and sets up house. It’s not a heist movie; it’s a slow-motion collapse of the psyche. He doesn’t just talk to the doll. Instead, he lives for her.

While the premise sounds like it could’ve been a sleazy proto-slasher or a bizarre Twilight Zone riff, Mattsson treats it like high-art tragedy. This isn’t some magic-doll-comes-to-life romp. It’s a claustrophobic character study that asks: Is an imagined love better than no love at all?

In our world of AI chatbots and watching porn on our phones, not to mention Anton LaVey’s continual mentions of mannequin and android-based love dolls replacing humans, this film is quite prescient. 

If you like your cinema moody, Swedish and psychologically taxing, this is your bag, baby. It’s a film that understands that the scariest things aren’t under the bed. They’re the things we invent to keep from being alone.

You can watch this on Cultpix.

WEIRD WEDNESDAY: The Muthers (1968)

Kelly (Jeanne Bell, the second black Playboy Playmate in October 1969, the first to be on the cover in January 1970 — with four other black Playmates — and also the first to be on the cover by herself in October 1971; she’s also TNT Jackson) and Anggie (Rosanne Katon, Playboy Playmate September 1978; The Swinging Cheerleaders) are pirates who steal from rich tourists and give to poor people. Then, the Justice Department finds Kelly and lets her know that her sister Sandra has been taken by drug dealer Monteiro (Tony Carreon). If the pirates can get into his plantation and get info, they’ll get immunity for all their past crimes.

They break in, join up with a prisoner, Marcie (Trina Parks, Darktown Strutters), and the bad guy’s woman, Serena (Jayne Kennedy, Body and Soul), then work on blowing the base up real good. That’s because Sandra had already been killed when she tried to escape. Well, the girls try to make it out, but not everyone is on the right side.

Cirio Santiago directed this, Cyril St. James wrote it, and Dimension Pictures released it in the U.S. It’s a combination of women-in-prison and blaxploitation films. I wish it had more tension or reasons to tell you it’s a must-see, but it’s interesting for the leads all being black and otherwise. It has long scenes of padding when you want all the madness of a WIP film. The chase kicks some of that off, but this seems to have all of the ingredients of a firecracker — speaking of Firecracker, that’s a much better Santiago film — but then the fuse sputters.

You can watch this on Tubi.