Monster and The Stripper (1968). Also known as: The Exotic Ones. Tagline: “WARNING! Unless you can stand vivid realism … IT MIGHT SNAP YOUR MIND!” 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).The title of this dirt-cheap exploitation flick directed by Ron Ormond couldn’t be more gloriously literal. The acme of sixties trash cinema, it heedlessly smashes-together a horror movie with post-Russ Meyer “nudie cutie” sexploitation with idiot glee. The result is vintage sleaze-o-rama at its best / worst and precisely the kind of film that fired the imagination of Lux Interior and Poison Ivy of The Cramps.
/ This is not a guarantee of quality /
As the breathless narrator emphatically
establishes in the introduction, Monster is set in New Orleans (“the Paris of
America!”) on “a street they call Bourbon” in a city that’s “sleepy by day,
psychedelic by night … Bourbon Street …
the jungle of human flesh! Where the high and the low life meet! A street that
pulses like a living heartbeat!” (The frantic opening montage of atomic-era New
Orleans in all its tawdry glory alone makes Monster worth watching). The
premise: Nemo’s Strip Club on Bourbon Street is in dire financial straits. They
urgently need a spectacular new nightclub act to lure in the crowds. What if Nemo’s
gangster henchmen could capture the elusive Swamp Monster who’s been terrorizing
the Louisiana bayous, brutally killing livestock (and
people) and display him in chains onstage with their strippers? What could possibly
go wrong?
/ A documentary glimpse of Mardi Gras revelry in New Orleans, circa 1968 /
/ A documentary glimpse of Mardi Gras revelry in New Orleans, circa 1968 /
/ Surely this strip club sign counts as naive outsider folk art? Is that a mutant cat / human with boobs? /
Factors to bear in mind: Monster was the
last “dirty movie” hack director Ormond (1910 - 1981) made before he found
religion and subsequently devoted himself exclusively to Christian-themed “Grindhouse
Gospel” films. In theory, this is a “monster movie” but truthfully that aspect
is almost an afterthought. (The swamp monster doesn't make a proper appearance until an hour into the film). Mostly, Monster is an opportunity to watch a
seemingly endless procession of strippers, go-go dancers and various low-rent
novelty acts (i.e. a father and daughter duet act, a harmonica-playing duo) performing
onstage in a vaudeville revue. In this regard, Monster is firmly reminiscent of
Russ Meyer’s Mondo Topless (1966), Steven C Apostolof’s Orgy of the Dead (1965)
or earlier burlesque showcase films like Varietease (1954) or Teaserama (1955).
/ A "classy" burlesque performer onstage at Nemo's: I'm entranced by this shocking pink lighting used throughout Monster and The Stripper /
/ That harmonica duo! /
/ Above: Nemo's sin-sational star attraction - Titania (Georgette Dante). Doesn't she look like a J H Lynch painting come to life with that beehive hairdo? /
/ A "classy" burlesque performer onstage at Nemo's: I'm entranced by this shocking pink lighting used throughout Monster and The Stripper /
/ That harmonica duo! /
/ Above: Nemo's sin-sational star attraction - Titania (Georgette Dante). Doesn't she look like a J H Lynch painting come to life with that beehive hairdo? /
For the Ormond clan, film-making was a nepotistic
family affair and they shamelessly cast themselves in lead roles here. To his
credit, as well as directing patriarch Ron portrays crime boss and nightclub
proprietor Nemo with convincing sleazy menace, disguised in dark glasses, a mustache
and a shaggy Beatles moptop (not a wig as sometimes reported - unless it's a
wig with a deliberate bald spot). As talent manager Bunny, Ormond’s bouffant-haired
wife and producer June Ormond overacts furiously in deliberately kitsch “groovy
granny” mode, winking, rolling her eyes and exclaiming “Okie Dokie!” in a baby
voice. June also gets her own bizarre fan dance burlesque number (earlier in
life, June had trod the boards in vaudeville). Monster also makes a brazenly transparent
attempt to turn the Ormond’s twink-y adolescent son Tim into a teen heartthrob. (He even gets to croon his own mercifully brief sappy ballad in the Ricky Nelson
tradition. Lyrics: “The hurt goes on and on and on and on …”).
/ The King and Queen of Exploitation Cinema: Ron and June Ormond /
/ The King and Queen of Exploitation Cinema: Ron and June Ormond /
/ "He takes life by the throat and bends it to his own satisfaction!" Ron Ormond as ruthless club owner Nemo /
/ The key players at Nemo's club: Nemo himself, headliner Titania and emcee Gordon (Gordon Taylor) /
/ Bunny's fan dance /
/ Teen idol Tim Ormond. Sigh! /
The grunting titular monster is played by hulking 6’5” rockabilly musician Sleepy LaBeef with glue-on werewolf eyebrows, novelty shop teeth, a fright wig and a caveman loincloth. LaBeef had zero acting experience, but he ticked many other of the right boxes: he possessed the towering physique required for the role, he was available, and he was the Ormonds’ neighbour at the time. Note that the rural hillbilly characters call the monster “Swamp Thang.” (An aside: I got to see esteemed Sun Records recording artist LaBeef perform at Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly Weekenders over the years. He died in 2019 aged 84).
/ Swamp Monster Attacks! /
/ The key players at Nemo's club: Nemo himself, headliner Titania and emcee Gordon (Gordon Taylor) /
/ Bunny and Titania: so much style crammed into one photo /
/ First Lady of Exploitation June Ormond as elderly ex-stripper Bunny /
/ Teen idol Tim Ormond. Sigh! /
The grunting titular monster is played by hulking 6’5” rockabilly musician Sleepy LaBeef with glue-on werewolf eyebrows, novelty shop teeth, a fright wig and a caveman loincloth. LaBeef had zero acting experience, but he ticked many other of the right boxes: he possessed the towering physique required for the role, he was available, and he was the Ormonds’ neighbour at the time. Note that the rural hillbilly characters call the monster “Swamp Thang.” (An aside: I got to see esteemed Sun Records recording artist LaBeef perform at Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly Weekenders over the years. He died in 2019 aged 84).
/ Swamp Monster Attacks! /
Monster’s subplot concerns the rivalry
between the club’s new rhythm and blues singer Mary Jane (Donna Raye) and its temperamental
established headliner, fire-eating showgirl Titania (Georgette Dante), which
climaxes in a rolling-on-the-floor, hair-pulling catfight in the strippers’
dressing room. Ambitious but naïve chanteuse Mary Jane soon finds herself
sucked into Nemo’s corrupt web. Or, as another character brutally concludes, she’s
“some idiot dame trying to break into this crazy rat race they call show
business.” Not that “corrupting” Mary Jane is terribly difficult. In a #MeToo
moment, Nemo seduces her by waving a fat wad of dollar bills in her face and sneering,
“All good little girls are bad once in a while …” and she instantly succumbs. Interestingly,
pallid Donna Raye as Mary Jane couldn’t be more “white bread” – and yet when she
sings, she unexpectedly busts-out a totally incongruous black soul diva voice.
And quite an eccentric one at that, in the pinched nasal Little Esther / Lula
Reed-style. Is that actually Raye’s voice, or is she miming to a vocal by an uncredited
African American bold soul sister? I guess we’ll never know.
/ Donna Raye as Mary Jane. Hairstyle courtesy of Marlo Thomas in That Girl /
/ Blue-eyed soul: Mary Jane belts it out /
/ "Isn't it beautiful?" Bunny escorts Mary Ann into Nemo's private quarters /
/ Donna Raye as Mary Jane. Hairstyle courtesy of Marlo Thomas in That Girl /
/ Blue-eyed soul: Mary Jane belts it out /
/ "Isn't it beautiful?" Bunny escorts Mary Ann into Nemo's private quarters /
/ Alone in Nemo's swingin' bachelor pad apartment, Mary Jane inexplicably strips-down to black lingerie and luxuriates on his stuffed polar bear rug /
/ Nemo's taste in erotic art: naughty "naked lady" paintings /
/ Mary Jane and Titania instantly clash /
/ Nemo's taste in erotic art: naughty "naked lady" paintings /
/ Mary Jane and Titania instantly clash /
/ The Temptation of Mary Jane /
/ It's got to be said - Haddaway is one suave fuck! It never occurred to me that matching a blue shirt and tie with a brown sharkskin suit would be such a good look! And that hat! /
The other notable male eye candy to mention in Monster is Country & Western musician Gordon Terry as the Nemo Club’s perpetually horny emcee (also called Gordon). Terry is one fine, strapping specimen with a husky “farm boy” almost Lil' Abner-like physique (he's built like a brick shithouse!) and sports a magnificent greased-back quiff. Let’s contemplate his beefy beauty!
/ It's brave for such a big guy to opt for white jeans /
/ This is Gordon's definitive sexy look: a red windbreaker, no shirt underneath, zipped-low for maximum chest exposure /
/ Then there's this powder blue formal Western-style suit worthy of the great Nudie. This is the moment when Gordon introduces a burlesque act with, "She'll twitch it and twatch it and let you watch it!" Filthy! /
All due regards to LaBeef as the monster, but he’s arguably upstaged by sullen young bad girl Georgette Dante - in her sole film credit - as the vicious tassel-twirling Titania. With her hostile Dawn Davenport energy, snarling delivery and striking appearance (drag queen eyebrows, spectacular beehive hairdo), Dante suggests baby Divine-meets-Tura Satana in Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (In fact, Dante’s hairstyle and eyebrows here even anticipate Divine as Babs Johnson in Pink Flamingos). And her semi-naked burlesque routine is fierce! (In real life, Dante bitterly resented being referred to as a “stripper”, and she’s right: her number is more accurately an athletic carnival “strong woman” act). Dante makes an explosive impression in The Monster and The Stripper. Ideally her performance would have made her a b-movie goddess. As an awe-struck observer comments watching Titania rehearse: “Ain’t she somethin’?” I highly recommend you read about the wild, wild life and times of tough cookie Georgette Dante here.
To complicate matters, tough and idealistic crusading local police inspector Haddaway (Ronald Drake) is snooping around Nemo’s Club, investigating
Nemo’s connections to organized crime. Haddaway also takes a protective and romantic interest in Mary Jane, but the film seems to lose interest in this plot point towards the end.
/ It's got to be said - Haddaway is one suave fuck! It never occurred to me that matching a blue shirt and tie with a brown sharkskin suit would be such a good look! And that hat! /
The other notable male eye candy to mention in Monster is Country & Western musician Gordon Terry as the Nemo Club’s perpetually horny emcee (also called Gordon). Terry is one fine, strapping specimen with a husky “farm boy” almost Lil' Abner-like physique (he's built like a brick shithouse!) and sports a magnificent greased-back quiff. Let’s contemplate his beefy beauty!
/ It's brave for such a big guy to opt for white jeans /
/ This is Gordon's definitive sexy look: a red windbreaker, no shirt underneath, zipped-low for maximum chest exposure /
/ Then there's this powder blue formal Western-style suit worthy of the great Nudie. This is the moment when Gordon introduces a burlesque act with, "She'll twitch it and twatch it and let you watch it!" Filthy! /
All due regards to LaBeef as the monster, but he’s arguably upstaged by sullen young bad girl Georgette Dante - in her sole film credit - as the vicious tassel-twirling Titania. With her hostile Dawn Davenport energy, snarling delivery and striking appearance (drag queen eyebrows, spectacular beehive hairdo), Dante suggests baby Divine-meets-Tura Satana in Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (In fact, Dante’s hairstyle and eyebrows here even anticipate Divine as Babs Johnson in Pink Flamingos). And her semi-naked burlesque routine is fierce! (In real life, Dante bitterly resented being referred to as a “stripper”, and she’s right: her number is more accurately an athletic carnival “strong woman” act). Dante makes an explosive impression in The Monster and The Stripper. Ideally her performance would have made her a b-movie goddess. As an awe-struck observer comments watching Titania rehearse: “Ain’t she somethin’?” I highly recommend you read about the wild, wild life and times of tough cookie Georgette Dante here.
/ Liquid eyeliner! /
/ I don't know about you, but I want to get a better look at that painting! /
Klaxon! Urgent update! Eagle-eyed Ken Anderson of the essential Dreams Are What Le Cinema is For blog just alerted me that the subject of this painting is Ms Gwen Wong - the Playmate featured in the April 1967 issue of Playboy magazine!
/ As you can see, Ms Wong seemingly inspired a lot of naive outsider folk artists! /
Aside from Dante's star turn, other things I love about this movie: its “anything goes” lunacy. The pervasive raunchy strip club vibe. The wall-to-wall soundtrack of tittyshaker instrumentals and ultra lounge cocktail jazz. The reaction shots of lecherous sweaty drunks in the audience watching the female dancers. The sizzling colour scheme of saturated reds and hot pink neon lighting inside Nemo’s Club and the stage’s glittery curtains. The women’s lacquered bouffant “helmet hair” coiffures. The men’s sharkskin suits. The atomic-era décor, especially Nemo’s swanky private quarters above the club, which is pure “brothel chic”, complete with naughty naked lady paintings and an insane leopard-print Tiki cocktail bar.
/ Swamp Monster in chains /
/ More wig action than Valley of the Dolls. This is when Bunny instructs her girls, "You pussycats have got to be out there to purr for the tomcats!" /
/ The simmering tension between Titania and Mary Jane finally explodes - into a cat fight! /
/ A disheveled Mary Jane after getting beaten-up by Titania /
/ Reaction shots of the lecherous drunks in the audience /
Warning: this film is punctuated with splashes of gore (“My god! His guts are torn out!”) and unsimulated animal mutilation. The scene where the Swamp Monster rips off a man’s arm and beats him to death with it is justifiably notorious. As always with any film I recommend – watch at your own risk!
Watch The Monster and The Stripper - if you dare! - here.
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