During the golden age of the roadshow, no exploiteer returned to the drug theme more often that DWAIN ESPER. After the infamous short Sinister Menace and the feature-length Narcotic (both 1933), Esper and his screenwriter wife, HILDAGARDE STADIE, unleashed Marihuana, the first of the famous trilogy of anti-pot films of the 1930's which included Reefer and Assassin of Youth. Esper delivered on his promise to show "weird orgies, wild parties, and unleashed passions." "High spirited" Burma Roberts (HARLEY WOOD) is not only cursed with a dippy name, but a mother who doesn't pay her any attention. Since Mom is too busy making sure Burma's sister, Elaine, has her hooks into wealthy Morgan Stewart, Burma starts hanging with a fast crown. At a roadhouse where the debauchery includes balloon popping), she and her friends meet Tony Santello, the local pusher: "Where they're that age, they're not suspicious and easily hooked!" Tony invites the gang to his beach house where they drink, dance and sample his "giggle weed."" The shot of Burma taking her first puff of pot is alone enough reason to make Marihuana a must-see. But it's followed by one of the famous scenes in roadshow history: as a cackling Burma makes love to her boyfriend Dick, the girls peel out of the dresses and streak down the beach to skinny-dip in the surf, complete with shocking-for-its-time nudity!

From director Frank Henenlotter (Frankenhooker, Brain Damage) and co-producer Mike Vraney (the late founder of Something Weird Video) comes the epic documentary critics call "fascinating" (Video Watchdog), "titillating" (Time Out Los Angeles) and "jaw-dropping" (Seattle Weekly): Henenlotter and legendary exploitation monarch David F. Friedman - in his final film appearance - are your hosts for this eye-popping expedition through the world of pre-code peekaboos, stags, sex-hygiene films, goona-goonas, nudie-cuties, roughies, druggies, white-coaters and more, featuring thousands of spicy, steamy and downright sleazy clips from the SWV archives.

Sex, drugs, and a rubber monster mask in another Argentinean rarity from EMILIO VIEYRA, the director of The Curious Dr. Humpp! Then he plays his organ. Preying upon the "swingers" who frequent a local nightclub, Rubber Face lures babes with his own haunting theme song, turns them into love-slaves with heroin, and slobbers all over them while still wearing that stupid monster mask.

Ring in the holidays with nostalgic Christmas-themed theatre intermissions, weird cartoons, creepy stop-motion animation, and, brace yourself, Liberace! These hand-picked classics from Something Weird Video are sure to delight, disturb and put you in the spirit of the season.

In Alice in Acidland (1969), a wholesome college student succumbs to the temptations of marijuana and becomes a dope-crazed sexual omnivore until she hits rock bottom after taking the plunge into LSD.

A teenager named Kurrat mysteriously disappears from a German boys' school. Then a teacher is found dead; the mystery grows.

Here’s an odd but nonetheless fascinating time capsule of late- Sixties social unrest filtered through the mind of Florida-based sexploitation producer-director HARRY KERWIN. Yup, the man who made Strange Rampage, My Third Wife George, and Girls Come Too - and who was also the brother of Blood Feast star Bill Kerwin ­ wanted to tap into the same youth market companies Like AlP were so good at exploiting. But lacking the funds to make something along the lines of an Easy Rider or a Wild in the Streets, Kerwin blissfully dispensed with both fiction and actors and, instead, went out and filmed The Real Thing. Combining (rough, raw) authentic footage of bikers, peace protestors, and the crowd at a rock festival, he created the mondoesque It’s a Revolution Mother! a self-described "Documentary of Love" tied together with an exuberant (and often hilarious) anti-government-anti­ establishment-anti-Vietnam-war-pro-rebellion rant -written by TOM CASEY, director of Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things (’71) - delivered by an uncredited narrator who sounds like an AM disk jockey on speed.

Newspaper headlines denounce a rash epidemic of barbiturate overdoses. Even more shocking is that the abusers are juveniles out for cheap kicks. Responding to the rising public outrage, a prominent female judge sends young detective Sergeant Dave Kerrigan to uncover the source of the dangerous contraband. His dogged search leads to a crooked weight-loss "gym" where overweight women, desperate to shed pounds in a hurry, are supplied with addictive diet pills by the corrupt proprietors. The case gets more complicated when the gym owners conspire to have the judge's underage daughter photographed naked at a pool-side pill party. Facing blackmail, the girl's mother must choose between resigning from the bench to protect her daughter from public humiliation or turning up the heat on the drug pushers. Starring Charlie Chaplin's ex-wife Lita Grey and featuring lingering locker room dialogues, wild parties and carnal excess, The Devil's Sleep is a reactionary exploitation film filled with perverse thrills and pious outrage.

Memorable music, an interracial romance, political reformers, and neighborhood racketeers embellish a rich and vibrant tale of 1930s Harlem.

"Nurse, prepare Mrs. Bennett for... an insemination!!!" These words, darkly intoned by fertility specialist TIMOTHY FARRELL, set the stage for the shocking scene that follows.

Count Henri de Prave revisits the French bistro where he played a small part in the downfall of the Nazis years earlier. He recounts the story of how the evil Nazi Commandant Max von Hildebrandt, a friend of the Count, came to France with his sadistic ways and his ultimate downfall.

A sexy blonde leans over the shoulder of her cigar-smoking boss and purrs, “You’re such a smart guy. To me, you’re the big guy!” At which point the camera pulls back to reveal the boss is a dwarf sitting atop a table. Which is a nice way of opening any carny-noir, especially GIRL ON THE RUN, a hootchy-cootchy whodunit set entirely at a small seedy carnival where the life and death of the characters aren’t as important as periodically stopping the plot to watch a variety of carny girls stop and shake their stuff.

A voyeuristic medical student goes to a psychiatric hospital to learn about his illness.

Not a lot is known about this exploitation clip-collage which examines the classic marijuana scare-films of the 1920s through the 1940s. However, the year of release, tone of the narration, and the complete lack of credits indicate that The Devil's Joint may well have been some kind of underground film. After all, it was released around the time when vintage drug films like the 1936 Reefer Madness were being rediscovered by a new generation via midnight screenings at smoke-filled theaters and college universities. The tone here is cleverly set from the opening text which informs us that the film has been made without the cooperation of the Whit House, FBI, or local police authorities. In case you still didn't get the hint, The Devil's Joint then shows us a clip of TICHARD NIXON stating that he is here to tell us the truth despite his honesty and integrity being under question, before cutting to grisly newsreel footage of Chinese opium users being executed in the 1930s. What follow is essentially a series of extended clips from a number of the most notorious roadeshow drugsploitation films including Reefer Madness (of course), as well as a silent film from the 1920s called The Pace That Kills For the most part, the film wisely lets these clips speak for themselves, although a narrator does give us a quick rundown of all the propaganda clichés used in the drug scare genre, and during sequences which depict stoned people fighting, Batman-style "Pows!" and "Zaps!" flash across the screen. Occasionally, silent-movie-style text cards pop up displaying lurid pulp blurbs like "An Innocent young virgin under the spell of the Killer Weed! Will she fall prey to man's lust?"

Reminiscent at times of Russ Meyer during his black & white drive-in period, crossed with a smattering of vintage Herschell Gordon Lewis-styled histrionics, Shanty Tramp is one of those films which makes it such a joy to be a fan of Sixties exploitation sleaze. Indeed, the film remains a virtual primer of exploitation requirements, and has retained its power to fascinate, repel, and excite.

Before he became known for distributing such drive-­in epics as I Drink Your Blood, I Eat Your Skin, and I Spit on Your Grave, JERRY GROSS directed two fascinating little quickies - Girl on A Chain Gang (’65) and Teenage Mother (’67) - that are textbook examples of classic old-school exploitation. In fact. shot­-on-Long-Island Teenage Mother seems to take its inspiration from a half dozen old roadshow films, updated for the Sixties, and even concludes with that oldest of exploitation standbys, authentic birth-of-a-­baby footage!

In the Scottish town of Loch Lake during the 17th century, Martha, condemned as a witch and burned at the stake, leaves a curse on the village. Years later, her newly married granddaughter, also named Martha, goes to live in the witch's castle. Certain manifestations of witchcraft lead the villagers to believe that the witch has returned and hold Martha captive. Her husband asks a shepard named Maciste to help, and he uproots a tree and descends into Hell in search of the witch hoping to break the spell she has cast.

Now here's a title most women would probably agree with. A transitional film for director JOSEPH P. MAWRA -- who would cut his teeth on the depraved Olga films -- All Men Are Apes! has lived in the shadows for too long and deserves to take its place as one of the genuine little nuggets to be mined from the Sixties sexploitation field.

A faux cautionary documentary that portrays several notorious celebrity sex scandals from the golden age of Hollywood through film clips and often humorous softcore reenactments.