Reefer Madness is a 1936 American propaganda film revolving around the melodramatic events that ensue when high school students are lured by pushers to try marijuana—from a hit and run accident, to manslaughter, suicide, attempted rape, hallucinations, and descent into madness due to marijuana addiction. The film was directed by Louis Gasnier and featured a cast of mainly little-known actors.

Two vice cops get entangled in a web of prostitution, blackmail and murder.

A TV cameraman is having marital problems with his wife. He comes up with the idea of going to a nudist camp as a way to help with their marital and sexual problems, only for both he and his wife to end up becoming swingers.

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!

In response to President Nixon's Commission on Marijuana and Drug Abuse, adult filmmaker Alex de Renzy weighs in with Weed his take on "The Great American Grass Problem" in which he interviews customs agents and drug dealers, travels to Vietnam ("Just ask for Number One cigarettes!"), Cambodia (in search of "Cambodian Red"), and Nepal (where shops offer tourists "Best Quality Hashish at Cheapest Rate"), and finds marijuana growing wild in Missouri. "It's not that we don't trust this distinguished group of men, but there's a lot more to the grass story. So, as a public service, we thought we'd check out some of the numerous rumors about Killer Weed!

This archival short subject about a robot that frees house wives from menial tasks was shown at the New York World's Fair in 1940.

"The people you are about to meet may shock you. They may frighten you. But we hope that by this factual exposition, we can broaden your view toward this kind of individual." Yes, kiddies, there's nothing that says you've stepped off the polite path of mainstream filmmaking better than plunging headfirst into the cult quicksand of transvestite cinema. And She-Man ,a cross dressing mini-classick subtitled A Story of Fixation, proudly belongs in every gender-bending library alongside Glen or Glenda, The Christine Jorgensen Story, Dinah East, and Let Me Die a Woman. Woman.

Attention die-hard GEORGE ROMERO fans: this is the one you've been waiting for! Believed forever lost, this Latent Image take on The Graduate is the red-headed stepson of Romero and company's output which bridges the thematic gap between the feminist concerns of Season of the Witch (1972) and no-holds-barred horror of The Crazies (1973). The plot concerns Chris, a troubled youth who can't commit himself to family or friends until he meets Lynn (JUDITH STREINER), who tries to help him gather all the disparate strands of his life and bind them into some kind of shape. Romero's signature machine-gun editing technique takes this standard boy-meets-girl-in-the-early-seventies story and turns it into a kaleidoscopic barrage that's full of surprising life.

Jonesing for some more comical tirades against mind-altering substances? Then tie one off and shoot these five shorts directly into your vein... Featuring Narcotics Part I: Goof Balls and Tea (1957), Beyond LSD (1967), Narcotics: Pit of Despair (1967, Marijuana The Great Escape (1968) and Drug Addiction (1951).

After word of an enemy’s powerful secret weapon leaks out, a group of soldiers is handpicked by Julius Caesar to destroy the machine at all costs.

An investigator goes after the people who are corrupting the nation's youth by spreading the weed of Satan - MARIJUANA!!!

Ignore the title. It's a great one alright, but Hollywood After Dark evokes images of movie stars, casting couches, and back-lot orgies which can be found in Starlet or The Masterpiece but not here. No, this one's about a loser in love with a stripper who gets involved with a deadly robbery. And though it ostensibly takes place on the fringes of Hollywood, except for a shot of the Hollywood sign, it could've been made in Anytown U.S.A. It's also another of director JOHN HAYES' brooding meditations on life pretending to be a sexploitation film. like its companion piece, The Rotten Apple (another Hayes! McClanahan collaboration), it can best be described as Existential Exploitation, and, like all of Hayes' films, aspires to be something smarter and more profound than just another "B'" Rue Mclanahan

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.

Pick-up artist Jerry Sloane is hired by mobster Ernie Pulaski to lure girls for his white slavery ring. Once Ernie gets his claws on them, the victims are turned over to mute Mama Lupo (she lost her tongue after tattling on some fellow schoolgirls), who tortures them in her dungeon and addicts them to heroin. Jerry unwisely falls for Ernie’s daughter, resulting in a particularly painful, if appropriate, vengeance.

A stripper on a flight to Las Vegas has a stopover in a small Texas airport. She gets taken hostage by two Cuban gangsters on the run from the cops.

"War babies. They want to be different. They don't want to belong to any mass society. They have their own-type clubs, their own 'in' groups." Thus Malamondo, an elegant look at early-Sixties' teenage angst and "way out youth," Euro-style, set to the delirious musical musings of a young ENNIO MORRICONE! "Teenage swingers" ski in the nude in the Swiss Alps! (Skinny-skiing?) At a summer resort in Italy, "the children of the post-war rich" interrupt their boredom to play Who Wants-to-Slaughter-a Pig, and quickly learn that "waste and destruction aren't so hip after all!" And students in Northern Italy race to the beach at lunch time and "let off steam" with a sea-side striptease!

Bikers, beach parties, body painting, death by dune buggy, and a good old-fashioned catfight all gleefully collide in Savages from Hell, the manic followup to Shanty Tramp from producer K. GORDON MURRAY and director JOSE ("Joseph") PRIETO. And while Savages ain't no Shanty-hell, few films are--it's still an exuberant blast from Florida's past which manages to make the entire Sunshine State seem like one of those scary little rest stops somewhere off the main road.

A psycho sex-fiend keeps his infantile girlfriend Vicky in submission with candy bars, toys and, yes, hot wax. But when they plan on killing a wealthy lesbian, Vicky discovers she likes a woman's touch and plans a nasty surprise for her boneheaded boyfriend.

When four degenerate thugs rape and murder a young waitress in part of their rape and murder spree, they are arrested, but get away with though a legal technicality. The brother of one of the rape/murder victims decides to become vigilante and kill the four degenerates by himself.

Beatniks? What beatniks? Two-bit punks, a closet rock-&-roll star, and an out-of-his-mind psycho: yes. Beatniks: no. Though The Beatniks was probably a last-minute title change to replace a less exploitable moniker, it didn’t make much of a difference to the audiences of 1960. After all, to a world emerging from the Eisenhower era, bohemian artists and beat-generation poets were seen as little more than socially maladjusted misfits in the same category as junkies, Commies, and teenage hoodlums — or the petty-crime crackpots running loose in this fast, fun, and naively hilarious saga of an overage delinquent who becomes an overnight sensation.