Monday, July 19, 2010

"It's only a movie."

The first time I was on a movie set was in 1964, when I believe I was 14 years old. The film was "Send Me No Flowers," a comedy with Rock Hudson, Doris Day, Tony Randall, Paul Lynde and Clint Walker. The location was the train station in my hometown of Fullerton, CA. The scene was basically the arrival of the principal actors after a daily work commute. The location filming was relaxed and allowed us locals easy access to watch the filming. I brought my trusty 8mm Kodak camera and filmed the event. Of all the actors, Tony Randall was the most friendly, signing autographs and letting me film him. He even signed my camera.

Less than a decade later, I'm attending a dinner of the Count Dracula Society which is presenting an award to Rock Hudson, primarily for his performance in the film "Seconds." I will find it ironic that controversial exterior scenes for this film were shot in Santa Barbara, CA, the town I now called home. These scenes included the pagan ritual of nude grape stomping in the Mission Canyon district, the favourite haunt of Santa Barbara's bohemian culture. Nymphs and Satyrs in hot tubs...it was all the rage.

Anyway, back to the Count Dracula Society. There's Mr. Hudson's signature on my program. So now we're back to that area of discussion that always gives me pleasure: character actors. I could do a single blog on character actors for quite a while if pushed to it. I love character actors. I will continue to wax rhapsodic on these performers throughout these entries. As I mentioned earlier, the Count Dracula Society was a great place to meet these extraordinary individuals. I've mentioned many names before. One of the most pleasant evenings was with Vincent Price at the Hotel Knickerbocker. But this leads me to Robert Quarry. Robert Quarry had been honored by the Count Dracula Society for his performances in the Count Yorga films and the sequel to the "Abominable Dr. Phibes," "Dr. Phibes Rises Again."


Quarry as an actor had been discovered by Alfred Hitchcock, was a friend of Joseph Cotten and Paul Newman and had been an alumni of the Pasadena Playhouse. A working actor, appearing with Raymond Burr in both early "Perry Mason" and later "Ironside," Quarry gained a cult status in the campy Count Yorga series. Actually, American International studios considered grooming Quarry as a replacement for Vincent Price in all future horror films, like the Edgar Allan Poe series. Needless to say, Price and Quarry were not the best of friends, although they did appear in "Dr. Phibes Rises Again" together.



Okay, let me take a detour here, but I'll try and pull all this together. I have a love/hate relationship with the Dr. Phibes movies. As a Vice Chairman of the Count Dracula Society, I was pleased to attend the world premiere of the "Abominable Dr. Phibes" at the Pantages Theatre in May of 1971. There was a period in the '70s when horror films merged with a very dark humour that was more cynical than satirical, and the supernatural element of classic horror films seemed to be forgotten. There is much to admire in the first Dr. Phibes film: a superb cast of veteran character actors; excellent art direction, cinematography; a seemingly competent director; and most of all, the beautiful soundtrack by composer, Basil Kirchin. But for me, the comic book cruelty of the individual deaths made the film highly impalpable. The sequel was even worse and for me, unfortunately, Vincent Price continued the tradition with "Theatre Of Blood." All three of these movies seemed to revel in the sadistic humour of how degrading we can kill someone. For me, this was not supernatural and definitely not philosophical or even very story-driven. When I did meet Vincent Price for the first time, I told him that I really admired his work in the film "The Conqueror Worm," also know as "Witchfinder General" in England. This was an extremely violent and dark horror film, but played completely serious--no camp humour (nudge, nudge); a film that he had conflict doing with the young director Michael Reeves, who insisted that Price not play it hammy but as straight and dramatic as possible. Vincent seemed surprised but genuinely happy when I complemented this performance, but unfortunately, it didn't help in the picking of his later film roles. Oh well. L'Amour toujours.

Anyway, Robert Quarry didn't replace Vincent Price, but he was a very nice man to meet. Back to location coincidences, "Count Yorga, Vampire" was mostly filmed in Montecito, CA (the suburb of Santa Barbara where all the Hollywood exiles lived). I remember watching "Count Yorga, Vampire" at the Santa Barbara Twin Screens drive-in. I didn't know until later that it was filmed in Montecito. All I knew is that it wasn't a Hammer film or shot in London.

Despite all of the above, I wouldn't have met either Price or Quarry if it hadn't been through the Count Dracula Society. This association helped me to continue to appreciate the work of character actors. Long after my affiliation with the Society, I would still work with former members and continue to search out the supporting actors. The character actors, who to this day, continue to make me watch films, no matter how dismal the story or lead actors are.*

* Footnote, Armnote and Kneenote:
(Watching "Shutter Island" just for Max von Sydow...oh, the sacrifice, the pain...and now I hear Christopher Lee is in the new Scorcese film? Maybe it's time to change old habits.)

Monday, July 12, 2010

"If I had all the money I'd spent on drink, I'd spend it on drink."

Alcool man, cool.

My last entry reminded me of my ongoing passion with distilled spirits. As a Pagan Scientist ©, I have long worshiped at the temple of Dionysus rather than the Benny Hinn school of white wardrobe. The early shows of Space Pirate Radio were weekly fueled by a quantity of German white wine. The weekly ritual always included one beveled glass, one automatic corkscrew and a singular bottle of a German variety, usually a Moselle or Rheinhessen. Music included, many import albums, the orange glass candle holder, a pack of long sticked incense, one blue light bulb...and the mood was set.

But back to the wine. Between midnight and 6am, the bottle was regularly poured into the glass, often on air for that delightful sound effect. The effect was mainly used to plug the sponsorship of the program by the fabulous Nippon Gin Company of Tokyo. They were the "supposed" sponsors of Space Pirate Radio, manufacturers of the famous Godzilla Stout Malt Liquor, the Rodan Light White Wine and the Mothra Party Mixes. It seemed funny to me at the time that an alcohol manufacturer would somehow be connected with my love of all Toho giant monster films of the '50s. It made sense to me. The tag line for Godzilla Stout Malt Liquor was "Drink one and you'll have breath that will melt Tokyo," or something to that effect. I don't know. It's all a blur to me now. All I do know is this: I liked the wine more than the Stout Malt Liquor, so Rodan Light White Wine got more airplay. Its tag line was "One sip, and you too will say...BANZAAAIII!!!!!" The final word was a sound effect of me saying "banzai" while throwing a metal container of empty tape reels into the studio. It was a combination of frantic noise, chaos and Japanese gibberish that became the outro of every advertisement. The Mothra Party Mixes were never big sellers, although I do recall the tiny, cute, little Japanese girls from Mothra Island singing "Moz...uh...rah...party mix." I'm not quite sure about this, but I think all of it had something to do with my reaction to those little canned mixed drinks that were in the store.

Oh, yeah, the stores. We're in the mid-70s now and I'm still drinking German white wine for the programs. The ritual continues, but I am now driving my white Datsun B210 to the liquor store located below the decrepit Santa Barbara Hotel. I will rush in, hope for the best, quickly buy a Piesporter or Liebfraumilch or a Zeller Schwartz Katz, and then head to the studios in the Granada Theatre.

So the German wines flowed frequently on those early Space Pirate Radio shows. It seemed appropriate. I was playing all that German electronic music, and what was more fitting than a fine German white wine while listening to the Cosmic Couriers, Ash Ra Tempel, Klaus Schulze, Tangerine Dream and Amon Duul II. I noticed in re-reading my article that I put California wines last, with German and French preceding. I guess this was the time of "Bottle Shock," when California wines were still considered inferior to European wines. It was in the '80s when I started to really appreciate California wines and left German wines behind. A side effect, I guess, of living in the Central Coast wine country. I still love European wines. Cannot recall making any jokes about Spanish wines or Italian wines, for that matter. Australia and South America. These would be jokes 30 years ago. Of course, the Nippon Gin Company did import Nun of the Abode, formerly known as Nun of the Above. And they also got into the hard liquor business. There was a rather large consumption of Rasputin, the Mad Vodka. Now, there was a drink. You could mix it with anything and you still couldn't kill it off.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Food and Drink, Without the Food

"I think that I shall never find / A friend more true, than that of wine."

Goethe wrote those words, on his infamous Lost Weekend. They appeared in his epic poem Frog Hairs, written entirely in cottage cheese. Later, when he had sobered up, his publishers convinced him the work would not be commercially viable. Using a pen, he changed the work to Faust, but he still believed in those two lines, often quoting them to his friend Beethoven.

Such is the staying power, the longevity of wine. Can any man's discoveries stand higher? Empires come and go, but a good glass of wine is eternal. Your author admits to a delicate weakness for the white variety of grape. German, French and California white wines, and in that order.

There are four varieties of German white wines, all coming from river regions of the Moselle and Rhine. The first variety is non-vintage, and therefore is not certified with an A.P.R. number, thus assuring its vintage.

The second variety is the Qualitstatwein, or quality wine. This includes your Liebfraumilch, or young girl's milk. The grapes are harvested in mid-summer. Next comes your Qualistatwein Mit Pradikit, or quality white wine with pradikit. The grapes are harvested in early fall. This variety includes the Rieslings, named after German winemaker Max Rumpo Riesling. Finally comes the variety harvested in late fall, when the frost is giving a cold hickey to the grapes. This group includes the Zehr Liebfraumilch, or very young girl's milk, and is called the Qualitstatwein Mit Polanski. The grapes are crunched by virgin girls wearing new thongs from Kyoto.

California wines are inferior to German wines, but are unique in one special way. California can claim sole manufacture of fine Industrial wines. American knowhow has produced a fine vintage from artificial plastic grapes. Most of these wines are harvested in the San Gabriel Valley. The artificial plastic grapes are crushed by young Ford Trucks. You're missing a treat if you haven't sampled a fine Industrial wine from Pomona. Good with fish, or foul.

When it comes to spirits, no one does it better than the Nippon Gin Company of Toyko. Japan's leading manufacturer in all alcoholic beverages, the Nippon Gin Company first became known for Godzilla Stout Malt Liquor. A couple cans of Godzilla Stout Malt Liquor, and you have breath that can melt Tokyo. Later came the Rodan Light White Wine, and the Mothra Party Mixes. After many years with these successes, Nippon Gin began importing Rasputin, the Mad Vodka, and later, Nun of the Abode.

Secret of The Blue Nun label revealed!!!

Since I mentioned Nun of the Abode, perhaps it is now time to reveal the secret meaning of The Blue Nun label. Let's look at the label together now, and I will explain its cryptic inner meaning. Note the label: You will see six nuns in the field, all seemingly in the act of harvesting grapes. Of the six nuns, all but one is looking directly into the eyes of the bottle beholder. Note the looks on the two nearest you. Pious expressions? Hardly. These are the looks of two sexually lascivious women, especially the wicked one on the left. She is steaming with sensual passion. Why, you may ask? Because of the nun with its back turned to us. Harvesting grapes? Or just leaving the scene of the crime? The third nun, in the middle, is not a woman. It's a man, who under the guise of blueish sisterhood, sneaks in for a vine covered frolic. All these years, getting away with a group cloistered lark. Remember, you read it here first! It's the truth. Would I lie to you? Have I ever met you before? Pardon me now, while I pour myself another glass of wine. I think I shall toast the words of Goethe.


[First published August 25, 1981.]