Buckethead Secret Recipe (2005)

Brian Patrick Carroll, known as Buckethead, has released more than 600 albums and 300 live bootlegs. Where most know him is from his brief time with Guns ‘n Roses. Between 2000 and 2004, Buckethead was a lead guitarist of the band, playing on Chinese Democracy and touring wih them.

Inspired by Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers, Buckethead never takes off his mask, as well as the KFC bucket on his head that says FUNERAL. As he ate chicken one night, he said “I was eating it, and I put the mask on and then the bucket on my head. I went to the mirror. I just said, Buckethead. That’s Buckethead right there. It was just one of those things. After that, I wanted to be that thing all the time.”

Since then, he has stayed in character, often communicating through a hand puppet named “Herbie” or simply letting his fingers do the talking at a speed that defies human anatomy.

This DVD serves as a chaotic time capsule, celebrating 13 years of the artist’s most formative and bizarre moments. Eschewing high-definition gloss, the footage is presented in a grainy, SOV (Shot-On-Video) style that feels like a cursed VHS tape found in the basement of an abandoned amusement park.

The appeal of Buckethead is binary. If you are a fan, this collection is a holy relic of The Coop. If you aren’t initiated into his world of nunchucks, robot dancing, and 12-minute experimental shred-fests, this DVD will likely leave you deeply disturbed and utterly confused.

You can watch this on YouTube.

Quarantine Cannibal (2025)

The film positions the pandemic not just as a health crisis, but as the ultimate permission slip. When Jimmy (director, writer and everything else Timothy J. Gray) loses his job, the social contract expires. The accidental death of his neighbor’s dog acts as a gateway snack, a moral crossing that convinces him that in a world that’s stopping, he can finally start.

Jimmy then kills and eats several people, many of whom are also Timothy J. Gray. If you’re someone who doesn’t deal well with SOV or pandemic cinema, filmed by a small crew of sometimes just one person, this may not be the movie to start with.

One of the most surreal elements of the film is Gray playing almost every role. This creates a bizarre atmosphere where Jimmy isn’t just killing strangers; he is essentially harvesting different versions of himself. Is Jimmy actually killing neighbors, or is this a psychological manifestation of his own self-loathing and isolation?

Knowing Gray is often the only person behind and in front of the camera adds a layer of genuine madness to the performance. You aren’t just watching a character lose it; you’re watching a filmmaker work through the logistics of a one-man gore-fest.

You can get this from Janice Click.

WEIRD WEDNESDAY: Horror Express (1972)

 

While manyEuro-horrorfilms of the 70s feel like fever dreams, Horror Express (originally titled Pánico en el Transiberiano) is a remarkably tight, imaginative, and eerie locked-room mystery. It’s a film where the science is baffling, the religion is terrifying, and the mustache on Telly Savalas is legendary.

Professor Sir Alexander Saxton — or is that Sir Professor, anyway, he’s played by Christopher Lee — is a British anthropologist taking the Trans-Siberian Express from Shanghai to Moscow. He’s not alone. He has the frozen remains of a caveman he found in Manchuria, which he believes are the missing link. Peter Cushing plays his rival, Dr. Wells, who is also on board.

The creature, however, isn’t just a caveman. It’s a vessel for an ancient, formless extraterrestrial that absorbs memories and knowledge through its victims’ eyes, leaving them with milky-white orbs and smooth brains. As the body count rises, the train becomes a claustrophobic pressure cooker involving a Russian Count and Countess, a mad monk named Pujardov and an alien that eventually decides a zombie uprising is the best way to catch its ride home.

Captain Kazan (Telly Savalas) is able to stop it for some time, but Pujardov believes that the alien is Satan and pledges his soul to it, allowing himself to be possessed. Then, it raises all of the past victims as zombies.

Phillip Yordan supposedly made this movie because he had bought the miniature train from the film Nicholas and Alexandra. Director Eugenio Martín said, He came up with the idea of writing a script just so he would be able to use this prop. Now, at that time, Phil was in the habit of buying up loads of short stories to adapt into screenplays, and the story for Horror Express was originally based on a tale written by a little-known American scriptwriter and playwright.”

However, producer Bernard Gordon, who also worked with Martin and Savalas on Pancho Villa, claimed that the train was made for that movie.

Lee and Cushing were the big draw for this movie, but Cushing nearly quit, as this was made during the first holiday season since the loss of his wife, Helen. According to an article by Ted Newsome,Hollywood Exile: Bernard Gordon, Sci Fi’s Secret Screenwriter,Lee fixed this by placing Cushing at ease,talking to his old friend about some of their previous work together; Cushing changed his mind and stayed on.It’s also said that he suffered from night terrors, so Lee would sleep in the same bed as him.

If you grew up watching this on late-night TV or a $5 bargain-bin VHS, you likely remember it as incredibly dark and muddy. This was less an artistic choice and more a legal hostage situation. Because the U.S. distributor, Scotia International, came up $50,000 short on the budget payment, the original camera negative was impounded in Spain. For decades, American audiences were watching bootleg quality prints struck from the workprint, obscuring the film’s actually quite handsome cinematography.

Of all the great things about this movie, the fact that they can look inside a caveman’s mind and see dinosaurs is the most charming.

Also: As we all know, Phillip Yordan also made the best train movie of all time, Night Train to Terror.

You can watch this on YouTube.

WEIRD WEDNESDAY: Hooch (1977)

“It’s illegal…it’s immoral…and it’s so damned good!”

In the 1970s—hell, well into the late 80s—my grandfather drove an El Camino. He kept that beast in working condition long after most had been reclaimed by the earth, even if it eventually became more Bondo and black primer than actual Chevrolet steel. He loved that car with a religious fervor, so he’d be thrilled to see Eddie Joe Rodgers (Gil Gerard, TV’s Buck Rogers) tear-assing through the North Carolina backwoods, delivering moonshine in that same iconic silhouette.

In the grease-stained world of old-time bootleggers, Eddie Joe is a dangerous anomaly: a “go-getter.” He’s too fast, too bold, and he’s cutting into the established margins. He’s such a disruption to the local ecosystem that the reigning kingpin, Old Bill (William T. Hicks, the ubiquitous face of the Earl Owensby cinematic universe, which is very much a real thing), decides to break the sacred code of the hills. Instead of a local hit, Bill invites the “big city” mob—led by a young, menacing Danny Aiello—into town to liquidate the competition.

Sure, the sheriff (Mike Allen) would like to do something about it, but seeing how Eddie Joe is sleeping with both Old Bill’s daughter, Jamie Sue (Melody Rogers, who would go on to be Zack Morris’ mom) and his daughter, Ginnie (Erika Fox), does he even want to?

Director Edward Mann had an interesting career. He started as a cartoonist, syndicated for decades, and was a force in the cultural growth of Woodstock. He’d go on to direct and write several movies, including Island of TerrorCauldron of BloodThe MutationsHallucination Generation and Seizure. 

The talent behind the camera is just as eclectic as the cast. Director Edward Mann had a career trajectory that defies logic. He was a syndicated cartoonist for decades and a pivotal figure in the cultural explosion of Woodstock. His filmography reads like a fever dream of cult cinema: Island of Terror, The Mutations, and Hallucination Generation.

Then there’s Gil Gerard, who didn’t just star in this. He co-wrote it. Gerard’s real life was a masterclass in “faking it ’til you make it.” After dropping out of college, he somehow bluffed his way into becoming an industrial chemist and a regional VP. When the firm asked for his Master’s degree, he didn’t confess; he just moved to NYC to drive a taxi and act. This film — which he also co-produced — served as his auteur-style calling card for Hollywood, leading him straight to the 25th Century as Buck Rogers. 

When I was a kid, he and Connie Sellecca were a power couple before she left Gil for John Tesh. 15-year-old me never got over that and also doesn’t understand that she didn’t marry Tesh until five years later, which still doesn’t explain me being irrationally mad at the composer of “Roundball Rock.”

The deputy in this is Worth Keeter, who would go on to make plenty of movies of his own, like Unmasking the Idol, Living Legend: The King of Rock and RollSnapdragon, and so many episodes of Power Rangers. Of course, this was made in Shelby, NC, at Earl Owensby Studios.

IMDbs often lazily claims that The Dukes of Hazzard remade this. That’s a total fabrication. While they share the same DNA of fast cars and corrupt lawmen, they are simply two different branches of the hicksploitation tree (they’re likely thinking of Moonrunners).

This is an entirely grittier, weirder beast. It’s at once Gerard making a movie where he writes, acts, sings and romances, while also being a hicksploitation film with authentic regional accents and a story perfect for the drive-ins that it would play at. I mean, how can you not appreciate a movie where a character asks her stuffed bear for romantic advice, only for the scene to veer into some of the most uncomfortable teddy bear intimacy ever committed to celluloid?

You can watch this on The Cave of Forgotten Films.

WEIRD WEDNESDAY Hollywood High (1976)

“If that’s Charles Bronson, ask him if his tallywacker wants some poontang!”

For that line alone, I stayed with this movie.

If you ever wondered what Grease would look like if it were shot in a weekend by people who primarily worked in the adult industry, Patrick Wright’s Hollywood High is your answer. Wright, a man usually cast asLarge Truck Driver #2in exploitation flicks, takes the director’s chair here to deliver a disjointed, sun-drenched, and largely topless day in the life of the most delinquent students in Tinseltown.

Jan (Susanne Severeid, Don’t Answer the Phone) Candy (Sherry Hardin, Ten Violent Women), Monica (Rae Sperling) and Bebe (Marcy Albrecht) spend most of this movie topless and smoking the stickiest of the icky with Frasier Mendoza, hooking up with the Fenz (Kevin Mead; guess who he’s supposed to be) and Buzz (Joseph Butcher, not far removed from playing the latter side of Bigfoot and Wildboy), hanging out with sex symbol of the past June East (yes, Mae West, but played by Marla Winters), having classes with stereotype teachers like the mincing Mr. Flowers (Hy Pyke, Grandpa from Hack-O-Lantern) and the overly horny Miss Crotch (Kress Hytes) when they’re not being chased by a cop, who they eventually hit with a watermelon and take his pants off, revealing that he’s wearing lingerie.

Turner Classic Movies notes the existence of an unrelated 30-minute television pilot, also debuting in 1977, for a prospective series. It featured Annie Potts and aired as part of NBC’s Comedy Time.  It also spawned an unrelated sequel (Hollywood High 2), proving that there is always a market for teens in trouble as long as the cast remains unencumbered by shirts.

For the film historians hiding among the exploitation fans, there is one genuine highlight: a crisp, 1970s shot of the Cinerama Dome in its prime. It’s a brief moment of architectural dignity in a movie that otherwise features people stealing pants and smoking out of makeshift bongs.

You can watch this on Tubi.

WEIRD WEDNESDAY: Hollywood Babylon (1972)

Before the internet made celebrity downfall a 24-hour commodity, there was Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon. First published in the U.S. in 1965 and promptly banned for a decade, the book was a psychedelic fever dream of Tinseltown’s “true” history. When it finally returned to shelves in 1975, it brought with it the grisly receipts: the mangled wreckage of Jayne Mansfield’s Buick, the tragic stillness of Carole Landis, and the horrific, bisected remains of Elizabeth Short (The Black Dahlia).

Anger, a filmmaker and devotee of Aleister Crowley, viewed Hollywood through an occult lens, popularizing the quote “Every man and every woman is a star.” He traded in urban legends like a currency: Clara Bow and the entire USC football team (including a young John Wayne) or the myth of Mansfield’s decapitation. Most of it was debunked long ago, but as the saying goes: “When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.”

The book led to a sequel and a 1992 syndicated series hosted by Tony Curtis.

But before that, there was this, an unauthorized film.

Directed by Van Guylder (The Bang Bang Gang and a later sequel, Hollywood Babylon II, taken from the TV show) and written by L.K. Farbella, this plays just as loose with reality as its inspiration. Fatty Arbuckle was exonerated for the death of Virginia Rappe and paid for it with his career. Here, he gets away with assaulting her with a bottle of champagne. Rudolph Valentino inspired gay clubs and had a fondness for butch women. Erich von Stroheim got off watching women get whipped. And yes, Clara Bow wears out those Trojans. The football players, if not the rubbers, because they all went in bareback.

Yes, Olive Thomas killed herself, but she died in a hospital instead of a hotel room. Wallace Reid was probably addicted to drugs before this movie claims that he was. Charlie Chaplin slept with Lita Grey when she was 15, but did he have other women give him fellatio while she watched, so that he could train her to never have actual sex with him again? And why does no one look like the actors they’re supposed to be, and while this mentions nearly everyone, it gets shy about William Randolph Hearst?

Yet for fans of 70s exploitation, the cast is a who’s who of the era’s “it” girls. Uschi Digard—the queen of the Super-Vixens—is present, which for many viewers is the only endorsement needed. You also get Jane Ailyson (The Godson and A Clock Work Blue taking the whip and Suzanne Fields (Dale Ardor from  Flesh Gordon) lighting up a party scene.

That narration — listen to this prose: “This was Hollywood, once considered a suburb of sprawling Los Angeles – destined, perhaps doomed, to become its very heart. In 1916, however, it was just a junction of dirt roads and a scattering of orange groves. If there was sin, it was not to be seen. Scandalous sin that is, for what was going on at the studio on Sunset Boulevard was merely play-acting, a Babylonian orgy involving hundreds, nay thousands of actors and extras, portraying the doom of Belshazzar. This passion play, D.W. Griffith’s most ambitious epic, was titled “Intolerance,” and it set the tone for Tinseltown… something to live up to, something to live down. The shadow of Babylon had fallen over Hollywood. Scandal was waiting just out of camera range.”

There is a masterpiece to be made from Anger’s book, a surrealist, high-budget exploration of the dark energy beneath the palm trees. Ideally, Anger himself would have directed it. Instead, we have this: a rare specimen of a movie that contains all the ingredients for a riotous time: scandal, nudity, and historical blasphemy.

Yet somehow manages to be a bit of a slog. It is a “Babylonian orgy” that feels more like a long afternoon at a dusty swap meet.

WEIRD WEDNESDAY: The Hitchhikers (1972)

If you’re looking for the exact moment the “Summer of Love” curdled into a ditch of despair, look no further than this output from the husband-and-wife filmmaking duo Beverly and Fred Sebastian. The same pair that gave us the swampy vengeance of ’Gator Bait and the heavy-metal slasher Rocktober Blood decided to take a stab at social relevance and, in typical Sebastian fashion, they used a rusted scalpel.

The film stars Misty Rowe (the bubbly blonde icon from Hee-Haw) as Maggie, a small-town girl who discovers she’s pregnant and decides that running away is her only prenatal plan. She quickly trades her rural innocence for the asphalt jungle, falling in with a group of hippies who are less about peace and love and more about crime.

What are they living for? To finance a school bus and live their nomadic dream.

How are they gonna do it? By seducing and robbing truck drivers.

For the first half, it plays like a lighthearted road movie with lots of flashing panties to secure rides and the kind of carefree hitchhiking montages that make you forget the era was actually crawling with serial killers. But then, at the switch of a reel, the vibes are assaulted by a gruesome, back-alley abortion scene. It’s a jarring, visceral sequence that feels like it belongs in a completely different film, designed to shock the audience out of their seats (or backseat, if they’re still watching). By the final act, our fun hippy family has gone the way of Manson, as the social consciousness remembers that it’s in an exploitation film.

Somewhere in here, there was a good movie, but the Sebastians aren’t the people to make it. I mean, they try to make a message movie while all we want are frolicking moments of stealing cash from truckers and making it on the road.

I guess in a way, this is a very realistic film about the seventies.

You can watch this on Tubi.

PS: Thanks to Alan for noticing I had the wrong poster art.

“Did you mean to review Amos Sefer’s The Hitchhiker which is known as An American Hippie in Israel? Either the photo for the review for The Hitchhikers is wrong or you reviewed the wrong film. You have no credibility. Bad enough you plagiarizer copy from everywhere with click bait visual vengeance buy now posts. Now images that dont go with the film.”

Thanks!

VISUAL VENGEANCE ON TUBI: I Know What You Did in English Class (2000)

Directed and written by Les Sekely (Vampire Time Travelers), this is similar to that film and this quote that I used to describe that one is even more accurate: “This movie feels less like a narrative movie and more like someone made a Dark Brothers or Rinse Dream adult movie mainstream, giving it constant blasts of words and images…” If I say Party Doll-A-Go-Go and you get it, you’re a pervert, and we should be friends, and you’ll know exactly what kind of strange editing and barrage of sound effects and dumb jokes that entails.

Years ago, students destroyed the life of their teacher. Most of them got over it, but only one still feels some empathy and wonders what happened to her, perhaps because his girlfriend is also a teacher. Yes, you now get that this is not a rip-off of I Know What You Did Last Summerexcept for being close to the title.

I can see that as a movie that would anger many viewers, as it doesn’t even let up with being silly, even when it’s trying to be heartfelt. The sound effects, if anything, get louder and more repetitive, kind of like Max Headroom repeating himself. It was something in the way 90s and 00s movies could be edited and doesn’t seem to have survived until today. Yet here’s this film, rescued by Visual Vengeance, a little shot in Lakewood, OH effort about demons, classroom hijinks and the regret of growing up, mixed with male gaze rear-end shots and a Troma-like sensibility without nudity. I haven’t seen many movies like it, so you should try it at least.

You can watch this on Tubi.

VISUAL VENGEANCE BLU-RAY RELEASE: Violent New Breed (1997)

Todd Sheets doesn’t just make movies; he stages low-budget massacres. While most directors would let a microscopic budget limit their scope, Sheets treats his lack of funds like an invitation to see how much corn syrup and latex he can cram into a single frame. He knows how to make things loud, bloody, and gross, a holy trinity of exploitation that deserves to be etched into the skin of every SOV devotee.

A vicious new street drug called Rapture is flooding New York Cit  and Jack (Mark Glover) is the cop on the case. But the Breeders gang isn’t human. No, they’re demons, cooking up something infernal for the streets, as well as giving birth to the Antichrist. But if Jack can get the young girl who has been impregnanted with the demon child baptized — by Pastor Williams, played by Rudy Ray Moore! — the world can be saved. Also: there’s relationship drama, as Jack’s ex-wife isn’t just sleeping with a drug-dealing demon, she won’t let our cop hero see their daughter Amy (Rebecca Rose). And, of course, strip clubs, demonic gangbangers and cowboys, angels fighting demons, maggots inside heads, worms inside bodies, even more gore galore and plenty of riffs. There’s also a demon who Xtro-style emerges from a woman as a full-grown man. There’s also a switchout of heroes at some point, as Steve (Nick Stodden) meets up with Amy to get this case solved.

Kansas City, Missouri isn’t NYC, but you wouldn’t know it. Sheets has a vision here and delivers with big crowds mixing it up with the in-your-face viscera. This has my highest recommendation.

Fistful of the Undead (2014): If Violent New Breed is the main course of glorious filth, Fistful of the Undead is the shot of cheap tequila you take right before the bar fight starts. Included as a standout extra on the Visual Vengeance release, this short is Todd Sheets stripping his style down to its most primal, lizard-brain essentials.

If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if Sergio Leone lost his mind, got on a plane and started filming in a Kansas sCity laughterhouse, this is it. Fistful of the Undead is a micro-budget love letter to the Spaghetti Western, but instead of staring contests and Morricone scores, we get high-velocity splatter and a total disregard for human anatomy, including no small amount of intestines being stretched out as if this were a tug of war or a taffy pull covered with goopy blood.

You should read that as “This is a great short that you totally need to watch.” Not much else happens, but why should it?

This is a new director-approved, remastered SD master version from original tape elements with the plternate original DVD version, an alternate R-rated version as aired on The Movie Channel and an alternate original VHS release version. There are three commentary tracks, interviews, behind the scenes docs, the Q&A from the Nitehawk Cinema showing, news coverage, uncut sequences, a booklet with liner notes by Tony Strauss of Weng’s Chop Magazine, Visual Vengeance trailers, a reversible sleeve featuring original VHS art, a folded mini-poster of original Ghana art by Heavy J, a Ghana poster by legend Heavy J and a birth announcement vintage reproduction. This has 12 hours of extras, so why are you reading this? Buy it now from MVD.

FALL IN LOVE WITH DIA!

This Saturday on the Groovy Doom Facebook and YouTube channels at 8 PM EDT, Bill and I are back.

Our special guest on the livestream Saturday night will be Doug Senior, who played one of the murderous thugs in ! He’ll tell us about what it was like to work on this low budget freakout of a film. Be there, and bring your favorite kitchen utensil! It’s this week’s DRIVE-IN ASYLUM *double feature*.

Want to know what we’ve shown before? Check out this list.

Have a request? Make it here.

Want to see one of the drink recipes from a past show? We have you covered.

Our first movie? Meatcleaver Massacre and you can find it on Tubi.

Every episode, we watch movies, discuss them, look at the ad campaigns and have themed cocktails. Here’s the first drink for this week:

The Meatcleaver

  • 2 oz. beef jerky-infused rum
  • .25 oz. honey syrup
  • Dash bitters
  • Beef jerky
  1. Soak one strip of beef jerky in rum for half an hour.
  2. Strain into a glass, add syrup and bitters, stir with beef jerky.

Our second movie is Beast of the Yellow Night which is on Tubi.

Here’s the second cocktail.

Oh, You Beast 

  • 1 oz. Jack Daniels
  • 1 oz. Southern Comfort
  • .5 oz. Amaretto
  • 2 oz. orange juice
  1. Add ingredients over ice.
  2. Top with orange juice.

We can’t wait until Saturday.