Groovy Times are Rear Again
Welcome back to Castle Rackula, my friends. I hope your Halloween was as eventful as mine. Tony Curtis showed up unexpectedly to the party at about one AM, but I’m still not sure whether that was meant to be a trick or a treat.
But all the debauchery has got me thinking about the most debauched periods I ever lived through (so to speak). There was the French Revolution of course, and the last days of Rome, but nothing really compared to the years I spend hob-knobbing with David Crosby down in Laurel Canyon.
In honor of those heady (pun skin-tended) times, I would like to visit some of my favorite hippie horror movies. So light up that incense, stick on that Blues Image record and join me, won’t you?
I Drink Your Blood (1970)
Psychedelic gore-fest I Drink Your Blood (commonly double-billed with the 1974 zombie flick I Eat Your Skin) earned an X-rating for it’s nonstop blood and sex, featuring a bevy of butts in a fireside orgy. Accomplished Indian dancer Bhaskar Roy Chowdhury plays the hippie’s charismatic leader Horace Bones and future Score starlet Lynn Lowry shows off her sweater-stuffers. Lynn, I think you’re good!
Well, I hope you're not to freaked out by this stroll through hippy hell. Watch out for the brown acid (you know where it's been) and come back next week for more blood, guts, boobs, and butts. Until then, fangs for the mammaries.
The Love Thrill Murders (1971)
Put together in a hurry to cash in on the country’s Manson obsession, The Love Thrill Murders starred fading teen idol Troy Donahue and featured full frontal funbaggage and furburgerage from Joie Addison, Tallie Cochrane and Lee Terri, plus some amazing lesbyterian ministrations. You’ll do a creepy crawl to the bathroom for some Kleenex!
The Manson Family (2003)
Underground maverick Jim Van Bebber’s Manson Family is one of the darker depictions of the Family. Packed with transgressive images and fully nude hippies making with the free love, this one is a must-see for anyone with an interest in the grimy side of cult filmmaking or female flesh. Check out this clip on an all-out orgy held on the Spahn Ranch. Maybe Charlie wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
