This month, the FREE Lobotomy Room cinema
club presents Satan in High Heels (1962)! 20 June 2024 at Fontaine’s bar!
Hard-boiled and stylish, Satan in High Heels
represents the acme of early sixties sexploitation cinema NOT made by Russ
Meyer. Characterized by exceptionally good acting, atmospheric film noir
black-and-white cinematography and an urgent jazz soundtrack, Satan was filmed
in just 21 days with an estimated budget of less than $100,000 – and is a taut
89-minute journey into deep sleaze!
/ Above: jazz chanteuse, actress and pin-up queen Meg Myles as Stacey /
Weary of her hard-scrabble two-bit
existence bumping-and-grinding in the carnival, scheming, manipulative and
utterly amoral fairground burlesque dancer Stacey Kane (Meg Myles) ditches her
useless junkie husband and flees to New York to re-invent herself as a singer.
Cynically employing sex and a smile, the redheaded vixen inveigles her way into
a gig crooning at the upscale Greenwich Village nightclub managed by fiercely
chic and jaded lesbian proprietress Pepe (the reliably intense Grayson Hall).
Stacey promptly becomes the mistress of wealthy married businessman Arnold
Kenyon, but – to considerably complicate things – she also pursues Kenyon’s
feckless beatnik son Laurence! As the poster’s tagline leers “The father … the
son … the husband … the lover … they all had her … but she had them – right
where the heat was hottest!”
/ Stacey sparring with Pepe. With
her butch tailored tweed suits, ascots and long cigarette holder, the fierce Grayson Hall
is a consummate scene stealer and a great LGBTQ role model. So Satan makes an ideal choice for Pride Month! /
Aside from some fleeting glimpses of side
boob in a gratuitous skinny-dipping scene, no actual nudity is on display. But
Satan’s producer Leonard Burtman’s background was in the realm of fetish porn
magazines and that sensibility is amply reflected onscreen in the emphasis on
Stacey’s spike-heeled Spring-o-Lator mules and the kinky black leather
dominatrix ensemble she wears (complete with jodhpurs and riding crop) growling the climactic
musical number “The Female of the Species” (sample lyric: "I'm the kind of
woman/ Not hard to understand / I'm the kind that cracks the whip / And takes
the upper hand"). Everyone snarls their tough-as-nails dialogue,
chain-smokes and knocks-back hard liquor. (You could play a fun drinking game
taking a sip every time a character onscreen does, but it would risk projectile
vomiting).
/ Watch
also for simpering ultra-kitsch sex bomb Sabrina (the British Jayne Mansfield) playing
herself as Stacey’s bitter burlesque rival. She’s gloriously awful! /
Lobotomy Room is the FREE monthly film club
devoted to Bad Movies for Bad People! Third Thursday night of every month
downstairs at Fontaine’s cocktail lounge in Dalston. Numbers are limited, so
reserve your seat via Fontaine’s website.via Fontaine’s website. Alternatively, phone
07718000546 or email bookings@fontaines.bar. The film starts at 8:30 pm. Doors
to the basement Bamboo Lounge open at 8:00 pm. To ensure everyone is seated and
cocktails are ordered on time, please arrive by 8:15 pm at the latest. Full putrid details on Facebook event page. Facebook event page.
Satan in High Heels (1962). Tagline: “They
all went where the heat was hottest!” I’m using this period of enforced social
isolation to explore the weirder corners of YouTube for long forgotten and
obscure movies. (My boyfriend Pal is accompanying me only semi-willingly). Hard-boiled and stylish,
Satan in High Heels represents the acme of early sixties sexploitation not made
by Russ Meyer. Characterized by exceptionally good acting, noir-ish and atmospheric
black-and-white cinematography and an urgent jazz soundtrack, Satan was filmed
in just 21 days with an estimated budget of less than $100,000 – and is a taut 89-minute
journey into deep sleaze.
The plot offers the same essential premise as an earlier
b-movie I recently raved about, Wicked Woman (1953) starring Beverly Michaels:
a disreputable trampy woman washes-up in a new town and proceeds to stir-up
trouble. In this case, it’s scheming, manipulative and utterly amoral fairground
burlesque dancer Stacey Kane (played by 1950s chanteuse and pin-up queen Meg
Myles). Weary of her hard-scrabble two-bit existence bumping-and-grinding in
the carnival, Stacey robs her useless heroin addict husband of $900 and flees
to New York to re-invent herself as a singer. Cynically using sex and a smile,
the redheaded vixen inveigles her way into a gig crooning at the upscale Greenwich Village nightclub managed by fiercely chic and jaded lesbian proprietress Pepe (the
reliably-intense Grayson Hall, in a role anticipating Elaine Stritch in Who
Killed Teddy Bear? (1965)). Stacey promptly becomes the mistress of wealthy
married businessman Arnold Kenyon, but – to considerably complicate things – she
also pursues Kenyon’s feckless beatnik son Laurence. (Within the context of the
film, we’re presumably meant to think young Laurence is the “appropriate” love interest,
but the actor who plays Arnold is significantly more appealing – he’s a suave
silver-haired DILF in the tradition of Roger Sterling in Mad Men).
/ Check out those credits ... /
/ Stacy's audition at Pepe's club, accompanied by foxy gay pianist Paul /
/ Pepe (Grayson Hall) and club owner Arnold
Kenyon (Mike Keene) confer. The forlorn woman drinking alone in the background
is Felice, Kenyon’s current mistress. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about
to be dumped for Stacy. /
Aside from
some fleeting glimpses of side boob in a gratuitous skinny-dipping scene, no
actual nudity is on display. But Satan’s producer Leonard Burtman’s background
was in the realm of fetish porn magazines (his specialist titles included
Bizarre Life, Exotique and High Heels), and that sensibility is amply reflected
onscreen in the emphasis on Stacey’s spike-heeled Spring-o-Lator mules (her footwear is by Sydney's of Hollywood) and especially
the kinky black leather dominatrix ensemble she wears (complete with jodhpurs
and riding crop) growling the climactic musical number “The Female of the
Species” (sample lyric: "I'm the kind of
woman/ Not hard to understand / I'm the kind that cracks the whip /And takes the
upper hand". At points you can audibly hear the leather creaking as Stacy moves).
Everyone snarls their tough-as-nails dialogue,
chain-smokes and knocks-back hard liquor. (You could play a fun drinking game taking
a sip every time a character onscreen does, but it would risk projectile
vomiting).
Sporting an impressive lacquered beehive, Meg Myles is wholly
commanding as bitch goddess extraordinaire Stacey. She radiates bad girl
anti-charm, and she’s got a sultry way of delivering a jazz torch song, too. Satan
is at its most campily enjoyable in the scenes of Stacey and stern task
mistress Pepe sparring (the club’s handsome gay pianist Paul – played by Del
Tenney – sometimes joins in). “I’m not upset. I’m tired,” Stacy complains at
one point. “T-I-R-E-D!” "You'll eat and drink what I say until you lose
five pounds IN THE PLACES WHERE!" Pepe fires back. “I don’t care if you
can breathe or not – you’ll wear a girdle and smile!” With her butch tailored
suits, fussy little bow ties and ascots and long cigarette holder, Grayson Hall is a consummate scene stealer and a great LGBTQ role model! (Inexplicably, Hall hated this film and used to deny appearing
in it). Watch also for simpering ultra-kitsch sex bomb Sabrina (the British Jayne Mansfield) as
Stacey’s bitter rival. She's gloriously awful!
/ Meg Myles - leading lady of Satan in High Heels - in her fifties pin-up heyday /
/ Above and below: Sabrina in Satan in High Heels /
Watch Satan in High Heels here:
Read further analysis of Satan in High Heelshere, here and here. See some beautiful screenshots here.
Listen to the soundtrack of Satan in High Heels and feel like you're plunged into your own sordid b-movie here. (Unfortunately, the album on Spotify doesn't include the musical numbers by Meg Myles and Sabrina!).
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