Desperate to become popular, a teenager turns to a life of crime in an effort to impress the prettiest - and greediest - girl in school.

Tough college student Tod Palmer (Robert Sherman) patiently suffers increasingly severe hazing at the hands of sadistic Ky Walker (Russell Johnson) while pledging a fraternity at Wake College. Attempting to bring the ritual initiation abuses to the authorities' attention, Tod accidentally dies after fleeing from the angry fraternity brothers. Medical professor Dr. Stephen Brice (Paul Henreid) then tries to end the practice of hazing, determined to obtain justice for one of his best students.

Benevolent aliens from the planet Emerald send superhero Starman to protect Earth from invasion by an evil alien race called the Spherions.

A juvenile delinquent gets out of the pen and immediately embarks on a rampage of untethered anger, most of it directed at the girlfriend of the journalist who helped send him up.

In a series of vignettes, a pathetic man is abused by a bitter prostitute, a sculptor and her model try to suppress their longings for each other, and a lonely middle-aged man is caught by his wife in bed with another woman.

Actually, The Phantom Planet is really one of those damn phantom asteroids (resembling a giant bowel movement) that zips around space on its own power, and sucks the spaceship of DEAN FREDERICKS to its surface. Once Fredericks is exposed to its atmosphere, he gets dizzy, sees ten teenie-tiny men creep up on him, and shrinks inside his space suit (a great shot) until he’s only a few inches high. Next thing you know, he’s having a fist-fight with one of the little men right inside his space helmet! Yes, boys and girls, it’s another sci-fi kiddie matinee full of rockets dodging meteors, aliens in fiery space ships, an astronaut who floats to his death reciting “The Lord’s Prayer,” an allegedly “advanced race” that lives in a self-imposed “primitive” lifestyle because they once had too much leisure time on their hands (huh?), and, best of all, what may very well be the funniest-looking monster in movie history. And, because it’s all set in the futuristic world of 1980, everything is carefully explained with a lot of scientific jibberish that doesn’t make a goddamn bit of sense.

Awwwwww, freak out! Noted Percocet hound SONNY BONO, replete in shiny orange suit, dishes about Marijuana and how its users are cooler than those "square and unhip alcoholics". Still, the film illustrates the downsides to grass, such as seeing yourself in a mirror with a spooky monster mask, careening off a cliff, or -- in the case of one Nigerian pusher -- executed. You also see a monkey taking bong hits in a lab, which is, quite frankly, priceless. But Narcotics: The Inside Story shows you a bunch of rats hopped up on pills, which is far more entertaining than watching the computer animated antics of Stuart Little; followed by happy-go-lucky teenagers enjoying a seemingly unrelated beach blanket barbecue featuring a rather milquetoast volleyball game and weenie roast. Also featuring: Focus on Heroin, Thinking About Drinking, The PCP Story, and more.

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.

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.

A man peeps at women. The women don't seem to mind.

If you're simply crazy about giant balloons, parades, floats, and marching bands, then Fun in Balloon Land is for you! Unintentionally campy, this amateur production will leave you shaking your head and asking yourself, Why, oh why?! Little Sonny falls asleep in mothers arms and dreams he's transported to a most mystical magical land Balloon Land! There he is greeted by gigantic helium-filled fairy tale characters and awkward kids who muddle through song and dance routines. After a rousing rendition of Ring Around The Rosy, Sonny comes out wearing a pair of gold lamé short-shorts (looking very much like a miniature go-go boy) and has an adventure at the bottom of the sea. The lad shakes hands with a giant octopus and meets some weirdees, including two mermaids, a fish who sounds like Paul Lynde, and a guy in a scary paper-maché lobster costume.

Shrewd, conniving goddess Stacey Kane (MEG MYLES) is a second-rate stripper in a third-rate carnival. Startled when she finds her junkie ex-husband lurking in her dressing room, Stacey promptly steals every cent he has and hops on a plane for New York. Great, gritty exploitation which packed a hell of a wallop in the more innocent days of 1962.

Compilation of clips and trailers from Italian sword & sandal spectaculars, including lots of ridiculously low-budget mythical creatures.

With the help of a band of rebels, Goliath battles the cruel and demanding Babylonian king for the liberation of the people of Nephyr.

Two American GIs and the sole survivors of a battle on an isolated island must put aside their differences in order to evade the Japanese and survive.

Three girls on a tour of the English countryside meet up with two young women who introduce them to the joys of life in a nudist camp.

“The Film That’s Scorchin’ The Nation’s Screens!” The She who Shoulda Said ‘No’! is honeypot LILA LEEDS (Lady in the Lake, Moonrise) who was busted for doing doobies with rugged Robert Mitchum just months before this updated upgrade of Reefer Madness. Cashing in on the notoriety of “The Screen’s Newest Blonde Bomb,” KROGER BABB, “America’s Fearless Showman,” promoted the film as “The Story of Lila Leeds and Her Expose of the Marijuana Racket!” (She’s even costumed in the same suit she wore when she was sentenced with Mitchum!)

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!

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?"

Lovers of true grade-Z schlock either genuflect or run screaming at the mere mention of JERRY WARREN, the auteur of such cheapjack epics as Man Beast ('56), Terror of the Bloodhunters ('62), and The Wild Wild World of Batwoman ('66). (He also imported numerous Mexican films, recut them, added new scenes, and usually removed most of the dialogue so they wouldn't nee redubbing!) The Incredible Petrified World, Warren's second film, is a no-budget "Nightmare of Terror is the Center of the Earth!" - not!