You just got Wenged

For those of you who aren't savvy to all the latest, hip Internet lingo, to be "Wenged" means to be dick punched by a dwarf. (See Figure A.) There is no female variation of this phrase, because Weng Weng would never hit a lady, whether she had a dick or not.

Anyway, I just completed the second part of my Weng Weng double header over at Teleport City, filing a detailed analysis of the affect challenged Pinoy homunculus' Western opus D'Wild Wild Weng. It's all part of the B-Masters' latest Roundtable, They Might Be Giants, a celebration of all stars great and small (provided they are all small). Check out my full review here.

I Kid you not

The idea of the latest B-Masters Roundtable is to fondly (and, of course, respectfully) celebrate all of those small folk who've lit up the big screen, be they homunculi, dwarfs, or malevolent circus midgets. For my first contribution, I've posted a slightly revised version of my 4DK review of The Impossible Kid -- that epic of espionage featuring Filipino superstar Weng Weng as the pocket-sized super spy Agent 00 -- over at Teleport City, with an all original review of that film's follow up, D'Wild Wild Weng Weng, to follow soon after. Don't let your eyes fool you; the movies aren't getting smaller, the people are! Read my full review here.

Wham bam thank you caveman

I know that I've been posting a lot of links to new pieces of mine over at Teleport City this week, and I want to correct the impression that I might be on some kind of bathtub crank fueled writing jag. The truth is that some of these reviews were written quite some time ago, and were just on hold while TC spent the month of January honoring the films of Japan's Nikkatsu Studio.

Well, Nikkatsu Month is over now, but with February comes another B-Masters Roundtable, this time with the theme "10,000 B.S.", which I think is probably self explanatory. My contribution is a review of When Women Lost Their Tails, a 1972 film that is one part knuckleheaded Italian sex comedy and one part scathing critique of the capitalist system. Read the full review here.

Watching Zombie Lake and crying

Chances are that, even if you haven't seen Zombie Lake, there is very little I could tell you about it that you didn't already know. That's because, of all of the bad films that have been widely reviewed on the internet, Zombie Lake is one of the most ubiquitous, as well as probably the worst. It is for this reason that, when this month's B-Masters Round Table topic -- calling on its participants to address embarrassing gaps in their cult cinema watching resumes -- came around, I felt duty bound to take a dip. Read my full review, just posted over at Teleport City.

Wait... what?

Wow. Why did I review Times Square? Oh, I remember: Because the theme of this month's B-Masters Roundtable is youth counterculture, captured under the pithy title "These Kids Today". Check out my full review, just posted over at Teleport City.

It came to bury Caesar

American International Pictures can be credited with creating a good few films that are today considered genre classics, as well as some films that are extraordinary solely for the fact that, given the circumstances of their production, they were even made at all. As far as AIP’s ventures into the Blaxploitation arena go, 1973’s Black Caesar definitely falls within the former category, while its sequel, that same year’s Hell Up In Harlem, serves as a perfect example of that last mentioned type of film. Read my full review, just posted over at Teleport City.