Italian mondo documentary about a varied group of women, from mothers and killers to executives and sex workers, in the global culture of the bizarre.

Musician Richard Carlson is haunted by a ghostly girlfriend in director Bert I. Gordon's 72-Minute feature length Chiller-Diller from 1960.

Poontang Plenty is a secret agent who works on defeating evil while trying to crack the secret of invisibility.

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

"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.

As KID-TV visits Santa Claus' famous North Pole toy workshop, the program is watched in wonder by two sad-eyed Martian children. Their father is worried, so he leads on expeditionary force to earth. Their mission: to kidnap Father Christmas and take him back to Mars. Their first earth contacts are brother and sister Billy and Betty Foster, who not only help the Martians find the North Pole, but also make the return journey to Mans with Sanka on board. For the moment it seems, the Martians have conquered Santa Claus. But the tables are about to be turned... Regarded as one of the most memorable "cult films" of all time, Santa Claus Conquers The Martians is an imaginatively "trippy" and delightful low-budget holiday fantasy.

A rebellious punk (Jack Nicholson) of the beat generation spends his days as an amateur dirt track driver in between partying and troublemaking. He eventually kidnaps his buddy's girlfriend, kills a few police officers, and finally sees his own life end in tragedy.

A young girl is being tried for murder. Her defense attorney attempts to show how her descent into a life of crime, prostitution and degradation was caused by her puritanical, religious fanatic mother.

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.

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

Arriving in Hollywood, a motorcycling rock-'n-roller finds romance and a shot at the big time, but must contend with the schemes of a shady manager.

A woman's job as a sex researcher takes her all over the world and gets her into some difficult situations.

"Are you beat?" asks coffee-shop impresario Mr. T. "Oh, sure, man," his sleazy friend Sid replies."Cool, way out, and long gone, dad!" Actually, although they’re right in the middle of Beatsville U.S.A. - complete with beat poets, chess games, bongo-and-flute music, and beatnik babes in black leotards - they’re both phonies. Sidney - played by instantly-recognizable character actor NED GLASS (the guy who’s always sneezing in Charade) ­ is a weasely little con-man. EDWARD PLATT - best known as The Chief on TV’s Get Smart - is Mr. T -for­ Tucker who looks like a suave hipster but is secretly planning a major robbery: "I’m preparing to steal a million dollars. N Appropriate then that they should be at the center of The Rebel Set, an off-balance little B ­ well directed by the man who also helmed I Was A Teenage Werewolf and I Married A Monster from Outer Space - that’s a crime caper pretending to be about the Beat Generation and sold as "Today’s Big Jolt about the Beatnik Jungle!"

The son of a murdered truck driver starts driving his own 18-wheeler to infiltrate the world of suspects who may have committed the crime.

A gang of teenage criminals vandalize a small community by stealing cars for parts, meanwhile an investigator is hot on their trail.

Before he relocated to Spain and made the gender-bender shocker I Hate My Body and a handful of Paul Naschy movies (including Werewolf vs. The Vampire Woman), director LEON KLIMOVSKY shot this warped anti-pot thriller in his hometown of Buenos Aires, Argentina. Like earlier "warning" films which purported to tell the truth about marijuana abuse, Klimovsky's is naively wrong-headed wrongheaded from the get-go. However, viewers expecting a Reefer Madness-style camp classic will be sorely disappointed. Substitute heroin or crack fro the dreaded weed and the situations depicted in The Marihuana Story suddenly become no laughing matter.

While strongman Goliath is busy battling a fire-spewing three-headed doggie and a giant bat-monster in the "Cave of Horrors," his brother, lllus, has made the mistake of falling in love with the bride-to-be of evil King Eurystheus (played by Broderick Crawford, who walks around barking orders like a Hollywood gangster). Responsible for the death of Goliath’s parents, Eurystheus scores bonus points by capturing Illus and sentencing him to be crushed beneath the massive feet of a prisoner-squashing elephant. Worse, a centaur - half-man, half-horse - kidnaps Goliath’s wife and delivers her to the temperamental tyrant. Naturally, Goliath goes ballistic, flexes his muscles, and clobbers all the king’s men. But when his wife is shackled in the Horror Cave, Goliath must come face to face with Eurystheus’ pet dragon...

A monstrous and evil brain from outer space leads his minions on a crusade to conquer the entirety of the universe, unleashing hideous monsters on Earth that spread deadly diseases.

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!