“I Didn’t Come Here to Die”
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A group of young volunteers travel to a plot of land 50 miles from the nearest town to start the process of turning the donated land into a summer camp for under privileged kids. A series of unfortunate events and poor decisions follow. Continue reading
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This 80’s romantic comedy is about a straight laced museum curator with a unique gift who meets a vivacious, quirky wanna-be hairdresser, who is also uniquely gifted, at a para-psychology convention. They are recruited to use their psychic talents by the mysterious, Harry, who spins a sad tale of a son, lost in the jungle of Ecuador. Once there, however, they discover that Harry is really after a hidden mountain temple called “The room of gold.” And that’s where the fun begins. The story is good silly, fun. With original music by James Horner, featuring Lauper’s 80’s hit “I’ve got a Hole in my Heart,” the music sets the films pace as fast and upbeat. Continue reading
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A group of tourists traveling down an African river find themselves stranded overnight on Snake Island. An island that has been practically abandoned for about 30 years which the group finds is overrun with snakes. Continue reading
“Attack of the Giant Leeches”
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A “Roger Coreman Presents” creature feature. Directed by Bernard L Kowalski, who went on to direct just about everything on tv from episodes of Rawhide, Mission: Impossible, and Gunsmoke to Baretta, Knight Rider, and Magnum PI and much more. Let’s not overlook Playboy centerfold Yvette Vickers as beautiful, but troubled, Liz Walker, wife of a shop owner. Cheesy creature costuming aside, this flick is typical of late 50′s, late Golden Age b-grade movies. Solid schlock, cheaply made, and the musical score is shared with 2 other movies produced by brothers Roger and Gene Coreman. You know what you’re getting when you decide to watch this style movie. Continue reading