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2011-06-26T05:16:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Hounslow!

Just thirty minutes away from London's west end you will find the idyllic tourist town of Hounslow. Enjoy the sites, sounds and smells that are Hounslow in this recently discovered traavelogue...

The Sex Ray

2010-01-03T07:35:00.000-08:00

One of the more obscure genres of film, one that gets little talked about by the heavyweight or lightweight critics, is the Sex Ray genre. That is too say movies that feature a device that somehow gets women too be absurdly attracted to weedy/geeky men.

Some years ago I made a film called, "Can You Keep It Up With This That And The Other For Week?", whose plot featured just such a device that caused all sorts of saucy related mayhem Professor Gaylord used the machine on the hapless protagonist, Robin Evans.

I was therefore intrigued when soon after I had written the film that I came across on ebay a strange American video tape that had the title 'The Sex Ray'. I immediately put in the required bid of 99 cents (approximately 60 British pence). I won the bid, and sent off my remittance. Some considerable time later, after I had forgotten all about it, a battered package arrived. It contained a rather large cardboard box, which had upon it some rather spectacularly bad cover art that managed to not give much away about the film.

Get Beamed! it screams, but does not give much away. Perhaps the back cover does. Aha! Some cast names, Barry Andrews and Sally Faulkner, a running time and some plot notes. Shy librarians ripping off their clothes... stuffy secretaries losing their inhibitions. It's all starting to sound good. I did some research and realised that this was a 70's British sexcom called 'I'm Not Feeling Myself Tonight'. This was a Joe McGrath directed/David McGillivray scripted effort that I was actually quite looking forward to watching. Alas, fate conspired against me. Alarm bells first started ringing when I noticed that the tape inside was only a 60 minute one. This did not bode well for a film that was supposedly 84 minutes long. I tried to watch the tape. The beginning had a bit of fuzz on it, which very rapidly got worse. All I could see were vague shapes and sporadic bursts of dialogue. I watched a few more minutes, but it was the same all the way through. I fast forwarded it the rest of the way and discovered that the film was only about 50 minutes long. Not only could I not see it, but what I could not see was a truncated 50 minute version! Nevertheless, I held on to this useless piece of ephemera and am still the proud owner of it all these years later. With these types of film increasing in popularity, I now own a copy on DVD and am alarmed at some of the plot similarites between this film and my own. I guess that there are only limited ways you can go in the story with a Sex Ray device...

I would be intrigued to know of any more examples of this genre, including the rumoured lost classic from Japanese master Ozu - Sumo Wrestling Kamikaze Nuns Meet The Sex Ray Of Death.

So I leave you with another chance to see the classic 'Can You Keep It Up With This That And The Other For Week?

Mr & Mrs Karno meet Lloyd Kaufman!

2009-11-21T07:11:00.000-08:00

Tromanale, Berlin, some time ago.

Shockproof Film Festival - The Moving Images

2009-10-14T14:11:00.000-07:00

I present some highlights of Fred Karno and friends at the Shockproof Film 2009 Festival in Prague. Being introduced are the two KinoKarno films Can You Keep It Up With This That And The Other For Week and Cult Of The Planet Of The Apes.

When Plumbers meet...

2009-10-03T04:23:00.000-07:00

Hello again. I just wanted to share this rare photograph with you. Together for the first and probably last time: Christopher Neil, star of Stanley Long's The Adventures Of A Plumber's Mate and Vic Pratt, star of the recent semi official 4th entry in the 'Adventures' series The Adventures Of a Plumber In Outer Space. Not sure which one is which...

Plumber film nominated for award!

2009-10-03T04:11:00.000-07:00

Fred Karno's hilarious homage to the great British sex films of the saucy seventies has bee nominated for the prestigious Delta Award at the renowned Festival Of Fantastic Films. The judging takes place on the morning of Saturday 17th October, and the full details can be seen on their website, link above. Mr and Mrs Karno will be in attendance armed with envelopes stuufed with cash as 'presents' for the judges...

Ooh it is awful... but I quite like it...

2009-08-14T00:02:00.000-07:00

The other night I spent the good part of 2 hours watching the Dick Emery feature from 1972, Ooh You Are Awful. This was made in what could be classed as a ‘golden era’ for films based on popular British TV comedy shows. It was in fact probably the only era that this was happening, but calling it golden makes it sound so much more exciting. Pretty much any sitcom from the late sixties to the late seventies had a feature version made, and they generally did surprisingly well, with the three ‘Buses’ films (On The, Mutiny On The, and Holiday On The) all being in the top ten money making releases for the years that they came out. On those successes nearly every sitcom made the jump to feature from more obscure offerings such as For The Love Of Ada and Father Dear Father to popular fare such as The Likely Lads, Porridge and Man about The House. This sequence ended in 1980, with what many consider to be the nadir of this genre, or even British comedy films in general, George and Mildred. The League of Gentlemen recently tried to revive the genre with a feature spin off of their BBC show, but it remains the only recent attempt, although rumours persist of Red Dwarf and Alan Partridge making the leap to celluloid.
Ooh, You Are Awful was based, not on a sitcom, but a BBC comedy sketch show The Dick Emery Show. This was one of the staples of BBC’s Saturday evening line up for many years showcasing Emery’s talent for impressions slightly saucy sketches which usually involved him in drag (‘Mandy’), as doddery old man (‘Lampwick’) or wearing comedy false teeth. Benny Hill and Monty Python also made features based on their sketch shows, but they were basically versions of their classic sketches just re filmed for the big screen. Ooh differs from this in that it has a single narrative throughout and Emery fits his famous characters into the plot.
The title comes from the most well known catch phrase from his show “Ooh, you are awful… but I like you” uttered by Mandy, Emery in drag as a busty blonde bimbo ( looking slightly sinister yet strangely attractive…). It would appear that there was no place for Mandy in the film proper as she is merely used in a pre credits sequence purely to say the immortal catchphrase and segue into the titles.* The main protagonist is one Charlie Tully, a con man, played relatively straight by Mr Emery. After swindling an Italian millionaire with his pal Reggie Campbell Peek (played by stalwart of British film and TV, Ronald Fraser), the not very pleased spaghetti eater calls on his friends to get the money back. Said friends are naturally some comedy mafia types, you know the sort, moustaches, hats and pin stripe suits. Hereon in the plot gets slightly convoluted. Reggie dies and the code of his bank account (with the aforementioned Italian’s money in it) is tattooed on the behinds of four of his old girlfriends. Thus begins Charlie’s quest to get the numbers, with the help of various disguises. Oh, and for reasons that escape me now, there is also a British gangster Sid Sabbath on his trail who comically thwarts the Mafias repeated attempts to kill Charlie.
The film is a funnier than you would expect romp featuring a host of “isn’t that the bloke from” faces. For me, not enough was made of the attractive ladies behinds. Considering the main thrust of the plot was the fact that he has to see the bare bottoms of the girls, we see precious little of them, the outstanding example being a surprisingly game Liza Goddard with a brief but welcome nude scene. This was of course before she became a stalwart of bland early evening TV (e.g. Give Us A Clue). A quick look on Wikipedia also reveals that she was married to Colin (Sixth Doctor) Baker and Alvin Stardust (not at the same time!). Blimey! But I digress. The film provides ample opportunity for Dick to put on lots of disguises and silly voices including his ‘Lampwick’ old man and one of his ones with the sticking out teeth, but crucially, he doesn’t over egg the pudding as it were and the film remains on an even keel. So to conclude, this is a reasonably funny transfer and well written to the big screen for Dick Emery. It seems a shame that he never got more chances on the big screen; he would have made an effective character actor. He was probably too busy copping off with young ‘showgirls’, but that is another story…
This is the first of my attempt to watch and chronicle every one of the films in this cycle of sitcom feature film genre. It may take some time, years even, as there appears to be quite a few of them… but watch this space for some more musings soon…

* Having said that, the character of Charlie Tully does don a Mandy style disguise to infiltrate a women’s police training centre in one of the funnier sequences of the film. Enjoy clip below...

Cinema: 1976!

2009-06-09T05:36:00.000-07:00

Hello my fiends, welcome back to the world of KinoKarno...

I thought that I would take a leaf out of The House Of Cobwebs book and take you back in time with the help of an issue of Time Out magazine that I found dated April 30th 1976, specifically to share with you the delights that could be seen at the local cinemas in London that week.

It was a great time for fans of British, and indeed European smut. The big release of the week was The Likely Lads, the film of the great british sitcom, Whatever Happened To The Likely Lads, which the usually highbrow Time Out critics give a surprisingly good review.

We start our journey in the mysterious east, At the Barking Odeon to be precise. The aforementioned Likely Lads can be seen on a double bill with the movie version of Steptoe & Son, but only until Saturday, so get your skates on quick if you want to see that. Also until Saturday is the intrigueing double bill of Brit Smut classic The Ups & Downs Of A Handyman (Certificate X. Phrooar, bound to see a fews boobies in that!) and the violent sounding Torso, an Italian Giallo movie aka Bodies Bear Traces Of Carnal Violence. It would seem that this was a cut version, but looks delightful anyway... From Sunday the lucky Barking residents can don their dirty macs to see Naughty Nurses (Directed by Don Edmonds of notorious Ilsa She Wolf Of The SS fame), I don't know much about this film but according to IMDB the plot is:Teenage nurses give love therapy. As if this wasn't enough for what I can assume was single gentlemen of a certain age in the audience it was being shown with the British made Sex Clinic, produced by Kent Walton and Hazel Adair. Even then this was a hoary old chestnut, and I can only imagine the looks on the punters faces as they quickly get deflated from the sight of Carmen Silvera (yes, her from 'Allo 'Allo) in the altogether.

And now we board the Clapham omnibus and take a trip across London to th Clapham Junction

Granada where until Saturday we can view the obscure sounding X rated films Hot & Sexy and When Love Is Lust. Hot & Sexy appears to the German Bademeister Report, whilst the other film is some kind of Italian sex comedy. No doubt they are both hilarious. I also note that this cinema is also showing the rather weighty controversial rape dramas double bill of Straw Dogs and Soldier Blue.

Over to Clapton and from Sunday to wednesday we can view some more euro sex comedy with Wife By Night and Hotel Of Free Love, which sadly for all you cine purists out there is listed as being cut and dubbed.

Ignoring the family friendly double bill of The Four Musketeers and The Plank at Croydon ABC we go to the Croydon Focus to see, from Monday, Dick Down Under aka The True Story Of Eskimo Nell and Lay Out For Five Models, of which I can find no information.

Over to Dalston and, what's this? Sophisticated smut for middle class couples with Mike Nichols Carnal Knowledge... Luckily there are also showing a kings ransom of more traditional filth with Joe Sarno's Oversexed in which a shy, withdrawn female scientist invents a formula that turns her into a horny, oversexed nymphomaniac. Sounds like my kind of film. This is on with the German Bed Bunnies, again cut and dubbed. Also on this week is the Danish 'soap opera with a lesbian theme' Threesome and, bizarrely, a biker flick from 1969 Run Angel Run.

A trip on the District Line to Ealing Studios 1 & 2 where (ignoring the undoubtedly amusing Somebody's Stolen Our Russian Spy) we can view Secrets Of Sweet Sixteen, one of the German 'Schulmadchen Report' films, described rather intrigueingly on IMDB as

'Another Ernst Hofbauer schoolgirl exploiter in the same vein as his Schoolgirl Report films, but for this one he raised the sleaze level to new heights with non-pornographic scenes of rape, pedophilia, satanic rituals, virgin sacrifice and golden showers. Despite how it sounds, these acts are played for silly comedy rather than any harsh deptictons'

If you are not spent after that you can stay on to watch Passion Pill Swingers, which is apparently dissapointing. You could then come back on Sunday for the French Clockwork Banana and Passolini rip off The Other Canterbury Tales. Clockwork Banana is also showing at Hendon Odeon with a different Passolini rip off, Decamerons Sexy Kittens.

I don't know where Ewell is but they have the excitement of It Shouldn't Happen To A Vet until Saturday.

Moving swiftly on we arrive at Hammersmith ABC for a great sounding double bill of Pete Walkers House Of Mortal Sin and obscure Blaxploitation Thomasine & Bushrod. If you are looking for something more arousing then a short trip to Hammersmith Broadway for Sexually Yours and Naughty Girls should satisfy you. Possibly.

Quickly over to the Haringey Curzon for two more euro porn quickies A Very Private Party and the German Give 'Em An Inch, aka Hausfrauen Report 3. They sure like their Reports these krazy krauts.

Next to the Harlesden Liberty, where in between screening of seemingly titleless 'Indian films' is a veritable cavalcade of classic British Sauce with Confessions Of A Pop Performer, Carry On Girls and Bless This House!

Hounslow (my beloved hometown) ABC is showing The Likely Lads with a Bob Hope film from the early seventies called Cancel My Reservation. I didn't realise he was still making films then. Anyway, it looks hiarious from what I can make out from these lobby cards that I stole the image of from the interweb. They appear to be displayed in someones toilet.

Hounslow Odeon has a great double bill of The Satanic Rights Of Dracula and Blacula, while for the lovers of 'art' cinema we have Euro porn Sexually Yours and something called The Naughty Girls, which claims to a documentary, but the BFI database has down as a MOCK documentary.

Over to Lewisham Odeon which has a film called Baby Tramp (cert X) which I would love to think is a family comedy about a the wacky adventures of a group of Our Gang style toddler hobos, but probably isn't. It is on with The Keyhole, another X rated film. These two films are super obscure as I can find no reference to them in t'internet.

Also showing is a great sounding bill of American detective comedy porn thriller Superdick and one of my all time favouriter, Stanley Long's Sex & The Other Woman.

Leyton is also showing The Ups And Downs Of a Handyman, this time with a film called Weekend Swingers, which can only be a disappointment after the delirious sexual shenanigans of Handyman. Also showing is the surprisingly pornographic and sometimes nasty Brit Smut film Erotic Inferno showing with the generic sounding Euro porn Hot Acts Of Love.

Quickly over to Notting Hill for another screening of Sex Clinic, then over to the Purley Astoria to catch Ups And Downs Of A Handyman again.

Romford has a great sounding double bill of Sweden's Around the World With Fanny Hill and The Case Of The Smiling Stiffs. Then from Sunday another chance to see sex Clinic.

Tottenham Studios is a place for for the serious perv brigade for, as well as showing Truck Stop Women and When Girls Undress, they have Studio X, which promises 'Uncensored Sex Films. Members Only'.

Walthamstow has Brit Smut comedy double bill of The Love Box and Eskimo Nell.

Finally we come to a halt on our tour of suburban cinemas at at Wimbledon to see the peculiar double bill of Ups and Downs of A Handyman and Caged Heat. I also note that they are showing the barely heard of Perter Sellers film, Where Does It Hurt.

The West End of Londinium mainly showed the latest releases, but they were pockets of porn to be had, the Astral showing They Love Sex, Lusty Lovers, Erotic Inferno and Hot Acts Of Love and the Classic Moulin with Brit sexcom I'm Not Feeling Myself Tonight and Housewives On The Job (another german 'Report'!) which apparently is cut from 84 mins to 64!

For lovers of smut it would appear that virtually every suburban picture house had a fine choice and one can only imagine the audience of greasy sideburned, mac wearing middleaged men that made up the audiences. Sadly I was only five at the time and too young to appreciate it, but when they invent the Time Machine I will be donning my beige mac and zipping back to 1976 to immerse myself in the world of Suburban Filth.

None of these films will be showing at a cinema near you soon.

I Love Kelton " The Cop"

2009-04-07T12:17:00.000-07:00

Some time ago myself and my good friend Vic had a dream to produce a film magazine. This was in a time before t'internet made obscure actors and movies easy to read about or see. A time when the Scala Cinema was the mecca for Cult Film Fans and before everything became got released on DVD. Anyway, one of our all time favourite subjects were the films of Ed Wood,Jr, who I am sure you are aware is supposedly the Worst Director Of All Time (Copyright Medved Bros 1980ish). So what better as a centre piece to our filmzine than an article about the great man. During our extensive research we discovered that the actor Paul Marco, who played a character known as Kelton the Cop in at least three of Wood's films was alive and had an address in the USA that you could write to him at. This was exciting news so we set about drafting a letter with questions from which his answers would form a centrepiece to our 'zine. I have recently discovered the original manuscript that we wrote on. Of interest is the fact that it was written on the back of five stapled together 'Grand Summer Draw 1989' raffle tickets for the1st/2nd Heston Scout Group.

We excitedly sent the finished letter of to the mysterious land of the Red Indians and eagerly waited for a reply...

A year or two down the line and all thoughts of magazines and hearing from Hollywood Superstars had been quietly forgotten, until out of the blue a curious envelope thudded onto welcome mat of Vic's parents house. It was from the States and in the corner was a small sticker stating " Kelton Productions Post Office Box 38666, Hollywood CA 90038". Could it be that after all this time the legendary Paul Marco had actually answered our questions? Vic raced round to my house as fast as the local Omnibus could take him and we excitedly opened the package...

Inside was the stuff off obscure American B Movie fans dreams. First was a personal letter, neatly typed on official 'Kelton Productions' paper that answered our questions, from what were probably his stock answers that he had repeated endlessly throughout his life. The letter, though, began on a sad note:

" Dear Vic,

It's been nearly a year since I received your kind letter. I apologize for the delay. I have had a series of personal tragedies, including deaths in the family, which has set me back. I do, however, keep all of my fan mail on file and answer it all personally..."

It was heartbreaking reading about the 'personal tragedies' and gave a warm glow in hearts to think that after all this bad stuff that happened he still took time to painstaking type a reply to a bunch of limey nerds like us. He goes on to answer our questions and finishes by saying that he is developing a comedy/mystery/horror TV show called, yup you guessed it, 'I LOVE KELTON "The Cop"'. As you can imagine this show never made it past the stage of his own fevered imagination.

There were more goodies in the envelope. A resume of his career complete with autograph in ill advised red ink:

Apart from the Ed Wood films 'Bride of the Monster', 'Plan 9 From Outer Space' and 'Night of the Ghouls' ( which Marco claims form the 'Kelton Trilogy'. This is the time I have ever heard them called this...), he has not really done that much. He was one of the original 'Meglin Kiddies', no I have never heard of them either, and " ...in New York, he appeared at a special bachelor party for The Amazing Spiderman at Nirvana Club One in Times Square...". Only one thing you can say to that... What the?!?!?!?

I realise that your adrenalin levels have peaked at the thought of all these thrilling Kelton items, but there was more to come from the envelope of delights, so brace yourself....

There was a cheap photo copied page detailing the merchandise you could get from his fan club. How I wish I had joined and received the quarterly newsletter and bumper stickers and... the I Love Kelton " The Cop " balloon. As we were dreaming of what such an item would look like, we discovered nestling at the bottom of the envelope was a red I Love Kelton " The Cop " balloon!

The balloon was treasured for many years until one day I discovered it in in the throes of advanced disintegration in the drawer of my bureau. The balloon, possibly the last (or only?) of its kind in the UK is no more.

Paul Marco (the President of his own fan club) is no longer with us, he finally met with the ultimate 'personal tragedy' in 2006. I feel proud that he spent a small part of his life to bring nerdish joy to the lives of two others...
His legacy lives on in this website dedicated to the great man. I would recommend looking at the 'Kelton's Patrol' section with photos of an aged Marco with various celebs, who we are supposed to imagine are his buddies. Sadly it appears that he has just stepped beside them and hurriedly had a picture taken before he gets hustled away by bouncers, my favourite being the one with Martin Landau...
Paul Marco, we love you.

Pete Walker at the British Film Institute

2009-03-15T02:03:00.000-07:00

On Thursday 12th of March I went to the latest screening in the Flipside strand at the BFI ( www.myspace.com/theflipsidepresents ), who are on a mission, they say, to show the craziest, grooviest most far out films around ( words to that effect anyway...). Vic and Will Flipside really have shown some quite rare stuff over the years and they are great at dragging out of the woodwork some half forgotten or totally forgotten British film folk.

Pete Walker has been long overdue some reappraisal by the serious film community, although I fear that he, along with many other exploitation British film makers from the seventies will forever be overlooked in film history in favour of the usual suspects of Michael Powell, David Lean etc.

Pete Walker began his career making sex films of dubious quality but with great title such as 'School For Sex', which despite the great title is actually quite a chore to sit through and a personal favourite of mine, the 3D 'Four Dimensions Of Greta' ( see Robin Askwith's behind coming out of the screen!). He made his name in the seventies with a string of entertaining, thoughtful and sometimes quite gory horror film including House of Whipcord, House of Mortal Sin and tonight's first offering Frightmare.

Frightmare is a tale of mad cannibalistic, electric drill using parents and the hold that they have over their children. It is effectively made, and, unlike a lot of films of this nature from that period doesn't have too many scenes that looks ridiculous and cheesy to watch in modern times (one disco scene springs to mind, unfortunately nothing dates a film like a disco scene...). There are some genuine chilling moments and surprising gore. The cast is great, especially Sheila Keith and Rupert Davies as the parents. As with most Pete walker films there was also some smashing birds, particularly Deborah Fairfax as Jackie... I was also alarmed to note that the leading man, Paul Greenwood (Graham) looked a little like me...

Fred Karno and a lady, yesterday

So at the end of the film Vic and Wil welcomed Pete on stage for a short interview and audience Q & A. Pete walker answered the questions well, but he seems to have a habit of putting his work down and dismissing the thought that people should be interested in this stuff. It is clearly the case though, that he is proud of his work and the place it holds in the history of British Horror. For once the questions from the floor were thoughtful and intelligent, the resident BFI weirdo's failing to get their inane blabberings heard.

There was a rumour that the films writer, David McGillivray, was in attendance but afterwards he just seemed to disappear into the night...

As if this wasn't enough, there was another Walker film to come... a rare screening of House Of The Long Shadows. This film is the only one to unite horror legends Vincent Price, Peter Cushing, John Carrdine and Christopher Lee, the first three near the end of their long distinguished careers.

Michael Armstrong, writer and director of many a legendary seventies British sex and horror film, introduced this ( as writer of the screenplay) with some witty anecdotes on the perils of dealing with four big egos and settled down to watch the film that he was quite proud of.

The film itself is a bit of a curates egg. It uses every horror cliche in the book, but in a knowing manner, and celebrates the work of these four great legends, who have great fun gently sending up the genre that made them stars. Also of note in the film is the Walker stalwart Sheila Keith. A thoroughly enjoyable film, but the beginning is perhaps a little slow in introducing the main attractions and the double twist ending left me a tad confused.

All in all another top Flipside night, and I look forward to more nights of rediscovered British film fun....

Fred Karno and Pete Walker at Stringfellows, yesterday

Shockproof Film Festival

2009-03-11T14:28:00.000-07:00

Festival Otrleho Divaka 2009
Shockproof Film Festival 2009

I had never heard of the annual Shockproof Film Festival, which takes place every February in Prague, until Vic Pratt (star of many a KinoKarno production) mentioned it last year. He had met a man by the name of Petr (not Peter) Saroch at the renowned Karlovy Vary Film Festival. Peter is one of the organisers of Shockproof, and he expressed an interest in the works of the KinoKarno Organisation. So, I sent him some stuff and sometime later he told me they were going to show ‘Can You Keep It Up With This That And The Other For A Week?, and a film that I thought would never see the light of day again ‘Cult Of The Planet Of The Apes’.
I was excited at the prospect of being able to show some films abroad, and curious as to how the Czechs would react to the very Britishness of the films.
I had of course shown ‘Can You Keep It Up…?’ to the Krauts at the Tromanale Film Festival some time ago, and I was hoping that the venue this time would be more fitting than the ‘Arts Space Lab’ of Berlin Tromanale….
So Vic (known as Vicum Prattum on some Czech websites), Mrs Karno and I arrived in Prague ready for the screening of the films on the 12th and 13th of February. The festival was showing a whole bunch of bizarre features, mainly horror, but also some of an, ahem, ‘extreme’ nature...
It started on the 10th so I had already missed the delights of ‘Santo vs. The Vampire Women’, Frank Henenlotter’s ‘Brain Damage’ and Tobe Hooper’s ‘Eaten Alive’.
Arriving at the cinema early evening on the 12th, I was pleased to find that it was a very nice looking 1930’s style old fashioned picture palace. The fact that it had a cheap bar was also a big plus point. Many pivo’s were imbibed...
And so the time came (6pm to be precise) for the first screening of ‘Can You Keep It Up With This That And The Other For A Week?, or to give it its catchy Czech title ‘Udrzite Krok S Tim, Tamtim A Onim Sedm Dni?’
I was introduced by Petr and I proceeded to introduce the film in a semi-coherent bumbling Englishman abroad manner, while Petr translated into Czech. The film was screened and the audience seemed to laugh at the funny bits so I guess the humour translated. I suppose a lot of them didn’t get the specific references to Seventies British Smut films, but the universal theme of randy men chasing birds could be understood the world over. Following this was a screening of Basketcase, Frank Henenlotter’s great horror comedy about a young man who keeps something strange in a basket...
After a short pivo break there was another screening of my film (introduced this time by Vicum Prattum) before the next feature, so some people had the pleasure of seeing it twice...
Not sure what I can say about the next film, a Japanese movie called Visitor Q. This was a sick, twisted, yet strangely entertaining concoction of incest, necrophilia and gallons, and I really do mean gallons, of squirting breast milk made in a way that only those crazy far easterners can...
Day 2 was to feature not one but three, yes three, screening of early KinoKarno classic Cult Of The Planet Of The Apes ( Kult Planety Opic). I hadn’t actually watched this for some years so was looking forward to it, although I had some reservations about the quality of the acting. The film went down well with the east Europeans, especially the climatic beheading sequence which was better that I remembered it.
The first feature was the notorious banned ‘video nasty’ Anthropophagus: The Grim Reaper (catchy title, isn’t it?). This is a gory tale of holiday makers trapped on an island with a crazed (and remarkably hungry) cannibal. An Italian movie from 1980 directed by Joe D’Amato, this was unfortunately a French print with Czech translation so we missed out on some of the no doubt subtle, poetic dialogue and some nuances of the plot but it was the visuals that counted... Poor Mrs Karno had to look away on numerous occasions, least of all the slightly ridiculous ‘eating a baby from the womb’ sequence...
Following a second showing of Kult Planety Opic, introduced by yours truly in a rather battered ape mask, was an obscure US offering from 1982, Boarding House. It seemed to have been made on VHS and used dodgy SFX that I used on pop videos I made at home years ago. It certainly had the feel of a KinoKarno production. The film itself was an overlong supernatural murder mystery that seemed to be a showcase for director/producer/star/everything else, Jonathan Wintergate, to show off his six pack and cavort with numerous plastic LA dolly birds in a swimming pool. Supposedly filmed in ‘Horror Vision’ but not that you’d notice...
One more time for Kult Planety Opic, this time climaxing in the ape chasing Petr out of the auditorium...
Sadly we stayed for only a few minutes of the final offering, a mad Nigerian Christian epic, End Of The Wicked.
The Shockproof Film Festival is a great, well organised event and the type of which I would love to see in this country. It was close in spirit to the late great Scala Cinema, and as we know, we will never see the like of that place again...
I t was a great honour to have my films shown in Prague and I hope that the name of KinoKarno and all it stands for will spread throughout the Czech Republic.

Fred Karno Presents...

2009-03-11T13:58:00.000-07:00

Hello folks,

Fred Karno here. You may know me as the producer of classic British Smut films 'Can You Keep It Up With This That And The Other For A Week?' and 'The Adventures Of A Plumber In Outer Space'. Or you may not.

Anyway, welcome to my new blog, here to keep you up to date on all the latest KinoKarno news and hopefully some thoughts on any other obscure film stuffs I may care write about...

Never mind Twatter and FaecesBook, good honest old fashioned blogging is the way forward...

For further information see:

http://www.freewebs.com/adventuresofaplumberinouterspace/

and

myspace.com/kinokarno

Regards,

Fred Karno