Showing posts with label Liz Renay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liz Renay. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 March 2023

World Book Day 2023!


“Liz Renay is a most unusual woman with a most unusual past. A prominent author recently said, “I looked into her eyes, and they held me, and they haunt me now for in them I saw two thousand years of living!” 

She began as a smalltown girl in Mesa, Arizona as a sibling in a family of religious zealots. Then World War II came and she became a “V-girl”, attracting servicemen with her beautiful face and large breasts.

Thus began the “two thousand years of living” that took her into the world of high fashion models and 52nd Street strippers. The quaint pranks of fate led her into the underworld, and she became known as a Mafia moll, trusted and respected. 

To escape from the world of crime, she went to Hollywood, where she became known as “Mickey Cohen’s girl.” 

She had already won a Marilyn Monroe lookalike contest. Cecil B DeMille was enthralled with her. Opportunities were opening up everywhere. 

Meanwhile, her paintings were selling for as much as $5,000 each. Her poetry was recorded and broadcast. 

And then came 13 Grand Jury appearances and screaming front page headlines. (On one day, nothing but her face and a headline about her filled the front pages of two daily newspapers in New York City on the same day). 

True to the people who trusted and protected her, she refused to cooperate with the efforts to put a gangster behind bars. She was tried and found guilty of perjury. 

Three years in a woman’s prison. Six marriages. More narrow escapes than Hairbreath Harry. And more love relationships than any six swingers of our time can boast of combined. 

And this is only part of the Liz Renay story. Told in her own words and with a candor and honesty unusual in autobiography. (But this still glamorous beauty is an unusual person!). 

My Face for the World to See is her story in her words – without the benefit of ghostwriters and professionals. It is compelling to read and memorable to have read!” 

To commemorate World Book Day (2 March 2023): the blurb from Liz Renay’s 1971 memoirs My Face for the World to See, which I’m currently reading. Her writing style can best be summarized as “chatty.” It really does read like a tipsy, garrulous woman at a cocktail lounge decided to sit next to you and start regaling you with her life story!



Thursday, 20 August 2020

Reflections on ... The Thrill Killers (1964)


/ Cash Flagg (aka Ray Dennis Steckler) and Liz Renay in The Thrill Killers /

The Thrill Killers (1964). Alternate title: The Maniacs Are Loose. Tagline: “Homicidal Maniacs on a Bloody Rampage!” I’m using this period of enforced social isolation to explore the weirder corners of YouTube for long forgotten and obscure movies. (My boyfriend is accompanying me only semi-willingly).   



Recently I’ve plunged into the gleefully low-brow wild, wild world of naïve outsider psychotronic auteur Ray Dennis Steckler (25 January 1938 – 7 January 2009). While The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies (1964) was an entertainingly incoherent mess, surely dirt-cheap exploitation “roughie” The Thrill Killers - a precursor to the psycho killer slasher flick - is Steckler’s tour de force? (Full disclosure: I haven’t watched Rat Pfink A Boo-Boo (1966) yet). Yes, comparisons to Ed Wood Jr are merited, but to Steckler’s credit, in this instance at least he achieves genuine white-knuckle urgency.  It helps that Thrill Killers is only 69-minutes long, and that Steckler’s guiding principle seems to be: motivation? Backstories? Character development? Nuance? Who needs ‘em! Plus, there’s bongo music on the soundtrack, women with bouffant hairdos, cars with fins and glimpses of atomic-era Los Angeles!



/ Liz Renay and Gary Kent grappling in The Thrill Killers /

Thrill Killers follows three separate narratives that collide at the climax. Joe Saxon (Joseph Bardo) is an unsuccessful aspiring actor struggling in the Hollywood rat race, to the despair of his long-suffering wife Liz (glamour icon Liz Renay). Meanwhile, wild-eyed feral loner Mort "Mad Dog" Click (portrayed by Steckler himself under his fabulous acting pseudonym Cash Flagg) is embarking on a seemingly random killing spree. And then comes the news (relayed over a tinny transistor radio) that three ax-wielding psychotic murders have escaped from a high-security mental institution. While the violence is tame by modern standards (and mostly occurs just out of frame or in shadow), thanks to Steckler’s dynamic no-frills film-making it packs an unexpected jolt, with a visceral sense of panic and claustrophobia. Admittedly, the decapitated head bouncing down a flight of stairs is unintentionally funny.



/ Above: is it wrong that I found Gary Kent as one of the three escaped lunatics outrageously sexy? He looks like just the kind of handsome thug Bob Mizer used to photograph clad in nothing but a posing pouch for Athletic Model Guild. The life and times of stuntman and actor Kent (still with us at the age of 87) was reportedly an inspiration for the character played by Brad Pitt in Quentin Tarantino's Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019) / 



/ Liz Renay in peril /

My favourite sequence: to ingratiate himself with the parasitic show biz community, Joe throws a lavish cocktail party at his home - which swiftly degenerates into an out-of-control bacchanal! Couples are gyrating frantically to loud twangy music. Hedonists are feeding each other bunches of grapes. One guy is wearing a toga. Alcoholic beverages are consumed. A girl gets pushed into the pool! Some delinquents drive a motorcycle through his living room! No wonder his wife is seething with disgust. 



/ Portrait of a marriage in turmoil!  Liz Renay and Joseph Bardo in The Thrill Killers /

Speaking of Liz Renay: surely any film featuring the b-movie actress / burlesque queen / convicted felon / naive outsider painter / gangster’s moll / authoress of multiple volumes of memoirs (including My Face for the World to See and How to Attract Men) and all-round super vixen is in is an instant camp classic simply by virtue of her presence? I thrilled to the shots of Renay running for her life through the woods in her tight cocktail dress, shrieking half-heartedly. For John Waters aficionados, Renay is synonymous with Muffy St Jacques in Desperate Living (1977). It must be said Waters elicited an infinitely superior performance out of her than Steckler (and weirdly, Renay looks considerably younger in Desperate Living). 



/ Note the poster for The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies on the wall behind Liz Renay - an in-joke? /

Renay is arguably upstaged, though, by Laura Benedict as Linda the café proprietress. In her sole film credit, the sultry and aloof Benedict is the embodiment of early sixties cool (winged Juliette Greco eyeliner, beatnik sweater, ironed hair) and is so imperturbably nonchalant throughout that she anticipates Aubrey Plaza.








/ Above: Linda Benedict - an appreciation! I've since learned that she was married to Gary Kent at this point. They must have made a stunning couple /

/ Watch The Thrill Killers on YouTube below /



Further reading:

Read more analyses of The Thrill Killers here and here.


Sunday, 8 September 2013

6 September 2013 Lobotomy Room Set List



/ Pure distilled essence of Lobotomy Room in human form: cult film actress, burlesque icon and convicted felon Liz Renay (1926 - 2007) /


/ Flyer by Joe Pop: Divine as unrepentant bad girl and career criminal Dawn Davenport in the John Waters classick Female Trouble (1974)  /

From the Facebook events page:

Luxuriate in sleaze, voodoo and rock’n’roll ... at the fifth ever LOBOTOMY ROOM!
A Mondo Trasho evening of Bad Music for Bad People! Rockabilly Psychosis! Beat, Beat Beatsville Beatnik Rock’n’Roll! Wailing Rhythm and Blues! Twisted Tittyshakers! Punk Cretin Hops! Kitsch! Exotica! Curiosities and other Weird Shit! 
Think John Waters soundtracks, or Songs The Cramps Taught Us, hosted by Graham Russell (Dr Sketchy London’s resident DJ). Expect desperate stabs from the jukebox jungle! Savage rhythms to make you writhe and rock!

With special musical guests the ferocious early Sixties-style Beat band JANEY and THE RAVEMEN (line-up including ex-members of The Kaisers and The Rapiers, and fronted by alluring beehive-with-a-voice rhythm & blue angel Janey). With their raucous Joe Meek-drenched sound, these winkle pinkered Beat merchants will rock you back to 1964 and make you dance your ass off in the process, you krazy kittens!
And admission is gratuit! (That’s French for FREE!)

For this Lobotomy Room (the fifth!), Janey and The Ravemen and support band The Teamsters jet propelled everyone back to Hamburg’s gritty early 1960s neon-lit Star-Club with their frantic, twang-y amphetamine-induced rhythm-and-Beat hullabaloo. And the audience reacted by contorting themselves into a twisting frenzy! How could they not? Resistance was futile!


/ Beauty and The Beat: Janey and her Ravemen  /




/ Beehive-with-a-voice: First Lady of Beat, Janey /

Like any club promoter would say, the night would have been improved by a few more people (the usually thronging Curtain Road was weirdly deserted that night. I usually do Lobotomy Rooms at Paper Dress Vintage on a Saturday night; maybe Fridays are a bit more low-key? Due to the early start, I was anticipating after work drinkers!). And I needed a group of drunk girls dancing to make things properly ignite, and the drunk girls I can usually rely on were seemingly disoriented and confused or at least MIA this Lobotomy Room. Ah, well. The loyal hip elite in attendance certainly embraced the spirit of things, so I can’t truly complain.

With two bands on the bill this time, my DJ’ing set was shorter than usual. I mostly alternated between sleazy, grinding titty shaking instrumentals and raw 1950s and 60s rhythm and blues. Obscure foreign language cover versions (a Singaporean girl group rampage through Millie’s “My Boy Lollipop”? Johnny Hallyday’s franglais attack on Lulu’s “Shout”? Why not?!), a desperate Ike and Tina Turner wig-out and at least one song by white lipsticked and bullet bra’d atomic-era sex kitten Ann-Margret are compulsory for any Lobotomy Room. (BTW: Janey and The Ravemen earn extra hipness points by covering Ann-Margret’s “I Just Don’t Understand” on their debut CD Stay Away from Boys – so it all comes full circle!).

Now look at the pictures. With your eyes ...

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/ Janey and I /

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/ They look like trouble, but they're OK really. L-R: Simon (seated under the vintage hair dryer), DJ, artist and club promoter Joe Pop (who designed this Lobotomy Room flyer) and James /

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/ Bad boys for life: Christopher and Pal /

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/ The Teamsters /

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/ Janey and Johnny of The Ravemen /

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/ Author, man-about-town and all-round silver fox Jonathan Kemp and Joe Pop /

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/ Janey and The Ravemen in action /

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/ Twisting frenzy!/

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/ Artistically blurred twisting frenzy! (My geriatric digital camera can't cope with available light) /


Heartthrob

/ This stylish, bearded and enigmatic heartthrob had a few admirers! And one of 'em (a friend who shall remain nameless) took this grainy surreptitious photo with his phone /

Further reading: see more photos from the night on my flickr page. For regular updates of raunch, homoerotica, kitsch and vintage sleaze, follow me on tumblrRead about earlier Lobotomy Rooms here, herehere and here.

Slow Walk - Sil Austin
Boots - Nero and The Gladiators
One Monkey Don't Stop No Show - Big Maybelle
Wiped-Out - The Escorts
You're Humbuggin' Me - Lefty Frizzell
Scorpion - The Carnations
The Ballad of Thunder Road - Robert Mitchum
Sweet Little Pussycat - Andre Williams
Sick and Tired - Lula Reed
Snow Surfin' Matador - Mickey and Ludella
Bombora - The Original Surfaris
Hoy Hoy - The Collins Kids
Vesuvius - The Revels
Beat Generation - Mamie Van Doren
Beaver Shot - The Hollywood Hurricanes
Rawhide - Link Wray
Suey - Jayne Mansfield
Pass the Hatchet - Roger and The Gypsies
Khrushchev Twist - Melvin Gayle
Intoxica - The Centurions
The Mexican - The Fentones
Makin' Out - Jody Reynolds
Lover Boy - Gene Wyatt
Love Potion # 9 - Nancy Sit
Don't Be Cruel - The Bill Black Combo
Peter Gunn Twist - The Jesters
Comin' Home, Baby - The Delmonas
Where's My Money? - Willie Jones
You're Driving Me Crazy - Dorothy Berry
Whistle Bait - Larry Collins
Welfare Cheese - Emanuel Laskey
Tina's Dilemma - Ike and Tina Turner
Margaya - The Fender Four
Jim Dandy - Ann-Margret
Chicken Grabber - The Nite Hawks
Harley Davidson - Brigitte Bardot
Teenage Lobotomy - The Ramones
Ring of Fire - Earls of Suave
Shout - Johnny Hallyday
My Boy Lollipop - Sakura and The Quests
Last Call for Whiskey - Choker Campbell





Sunday, 13 June 2010

Finding out your daughter has gonorrhea can really wreck the rest of your day

Finding out your daughter has gonorrhea can really wreck the rest of your day. The only solution is to go to the powder room and wash down a fistfull of pills. Burlesque legend Liz Renay (who later played Muffy St Jacques in the 1977 John Waters's trash classic Desperate Living) gives the performance of a lifetime as the anguished mother. See if you can tear your eyes away from her astonishing bouffant wig.