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.

Featuring America’s ultimate pin-up goddess, Bettie Page! The Queen of the Curves teams up with fellow bump-and-grind legends, Lily St. Cyr, Tempest Storm, Chris LaChris, and Trudy Wayne, along with an assortment of bags-pants comics, for the holy grail of full-color girl flicks.

1950s Archival short subject “The Dance Of Tomorrow,” featuring a glimpse into the future of automobiles.

The crazed brother of a condemned killer sent to the gas chamber swears vengeance on those he holds responsible for his brother's execution.

A teacher encounters danger and treachery when she travels to an Old West town to claim her father's gold mine.

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

Join some terrified teens spending a night in a haunted house and get spooked by a mad doctor and his ghoulish gang when the Monsters Crash The Pajama Party, a 1965 spook show theatrical featurette complete with Werewolf, Gorilla in a fur coat, and goofy gimmick! Beware, they might get you.

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.

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.

"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!

In this vintage nudie-horror hybrid, an all-girls' school is really a front for a bootleg liquor business run by the headmistress and her werewolf assistant.

Hercules is summoned to oppose the evil Queen Samara, who has allied herself with aliens and is sacrificing her own people in a bid to awaken a moon goddess.

A Western-musical classic featuring an all-Black cast in the story of a cowboy who comes to the aid of a grieving rancher after her father is killed.

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?"

In a small Gallic village, tourists are regaled by street entertainers and brash prostitutes. One of the tourists, a black girl named Bessie, falls in love with local villager Bob, and he with her. Soon racial tensions erupt volcanically among tourists and townsfolk alike. All is forgiven when the respective parents of the hero and heroine save the village’s water supply.

This film is a contemporary U.S. remake of "The Hands of Orlac". A famous pianist's hands are surgically replaced with the hands of a recently executed killer. Unable to play the piano, he goes crazy and seeks revenge on the doctors who performed the operation as well as the cabdriver, now blind, who caused the accident in which he lost his hands.

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

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.

While under sedation in a dentist's office, a young art student has sex fantasies about naked women, vampires and a beautiful patient he saw in the office.

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.