In the 1960's and 70's, there have been innumerous directors making
movies especially for the drive-in and grindhouse circuit, and the vast
majority of the films they were churning out could be described as cheap,
cheesy, trashy, sleazy and outright bad. In this respect, Al
Adamson is almost the epitomy of a drive-in/grindhouse director, as these
qualities would apply to pretty much all of his movies ... and yet, most
of his films somehow stick out of the crowd, and in all their badness,
they have a certain flair to it only very few other directors of his ilk
could ever hope to achieve. During his career as a director, Adamson
tangled pretty much every genre that would promise him and his producers a
few bucks, be it horror, science fiction, the biker genre, softcore sex,
blaxploitation, martial arts, Western or whatever else one could think of,
but your typical Adamson film often had a borderline-mad quality to it, a
quality that is expressed in choppy editing, rudimentary scripts,
over-the-top plot elements and outrageous ideas not necessarily suported
by the films' chronically rather tight budgets, a quality that is firmly
rooted in pulp heritage. Add to this a cast blending fresh actors of often
only moderate talent and genre stars of yesteryear in the twilight of
their careers, and you might be able to grasp to imagine what a typical Al
Adamson film looks like - and why to this day and despite the rather
questionable quality of his movies, the man has a large cult following. Still,
it would be wrong to call Al Adamson a bad director as such. He
might not have been an inspired enough filmmaker to transcend his B-movie
roots, but on a technical level - choppy editing aside, which mostly had
other reasons - Adamson's films look much more competently made than those
of many of his competitors, and his films' roughness, which one just can't
deny, actually works for his movies more often than not, given their
topics.
Early Life, Early Career
Al Adamson was born Albert Victor Adamson jr in Hollywood (rather
fitting for a future filmmaker) in 1929, and he was born right into the
film business - but not the high end big budget major (or even minor)
studio side of the film business, rather the independent
made-on-a-shoestring variety ... because you see, Al's father was Victor
Adamson alias Denver Dixon, an entrepreneur who has been active in the
movie business since the 1910's independently
producing films - almost exclusively Westerns - on almost non-existent
budgets.
Victor Adamson, despite being a full-blooded American, was actually
raised in New Zealand, where he also produced/directed his first film, Stockman
Joe (1910), which he somehow managed to get distributed in the USA
upon his return to the States. Subsequently he tried to make it as a
cowboy actor (he had learrned quite a few useful skills in New Zealand), but
never quite made it as a leading man.
However, he had learned enough about filmmaking to churn out B-Western
after B-Western on his own - Westerns because they could be cheaply made
and sets (ghost towns) and scenery could easily be found -, usually starring one
Art Mix, who was actually George Kesterson, whose name was just changed
so it sounded suspiciously like Tom Mix, then the biggest cowboy
star there was. To add some confusion to the story, Victor Adamson
appeared as Art Mix himself in several films, while during a time he had a
fall-out with Kesterson, a certain rodeo champion called Bob Roberts
appeared under the monicker. According to reports, even a man really named
Art Mix appeared as, well, Art Mix, in one of Adamson's films just because
he wanted to avoid a copyright infringement lawsuit by Tom Mix - and
succeeded, actually.
(By the way, besides appearing as Denver Dixon and Art Mix, Victor Adamson
also occasionally appeared as Al Mix, Al James and Robert Charles - as if
he only wanted to add more to the confusion.)
Besides producing and often directing his own films, Victor Adamson was
also a supporting/bit actor on many a B-Western from bigger production
houses (and back then almost everyone was bigger than Adamson), supposedly
to fund his own projects and his family. He actually only rarely received
on-screen credits on those films.
Anyways, Victor Adamson's films can - within the limitations of the
Western genre - be seen as perfect precursors of Al Adamson's output: they
were cheaply made, didn't necessarily feature great acting, were pretty
much in-your-face, not always coherently scripted and dida t least
sometimes feature outrageous plot-elements. And the films never managed to
fully obscure their shoestring-budget roots ... and they are by today seen
as prime examples of bad Western movie-making by snobbish wannabe-critics.
However, Victor Adamson's productions were more than just sloppy
Westerns, the prime example being The
Rawhide Terror (1934, Bruce M.Mitchell, Jack Nelson), which
admittedly features some poor acting and an incoherent script - but also a
very exciting and well staged fistfight upon a speeding wagon (with a camera
actually mounted on the wagon), some very gruseome murders and a mad
killer in a leather mask, preceding Texas Chainsaw
Massacre's Leatherface by some 40 years.
It is interesting to note in this respect that even though
Victor Adamson's films were almost perfect blueprints for his son Al's
movies, he did in fact discontinue producing and directing films in 1935,
when Al was a mere 6 years old ... but not before giving young Al his
first role in a movie, Desert Mesa (1935, Victor Adamson), starring
B-Western bitplayer Wally Wales in the lead, plus Al Adamson's real life mother
Dolores Booth, who occasionally did pop up in Victor Adamson's films. It
might even by that Al was in more of his father's films, but there is no
actual proof supporting that ... Anyways, Victor Adamson played
small roles and bit parts in any number of films - mainly westerns because
he was an expert horseman and roper - for the next 3 decades or so, until
he, together with son Al, produced another movie, Half Way to Hell
(1961), which was directed by the older Adamson and was a Western of course. The
film would be the last one Victor Adamson would ever direct, but it was
something of a career boost for his son Al, who was by then 32 years old,
and who not only co-produced it but also had written the story and had an
acting part in it ...
Rise to Fame: The 1960's
Half Way to Hell
must have been some sort of slow-burning inspiration for Al Adamson, as it
took him 4 years to come back to the film business to direct his first
feature film of his own, Psycho
a Go-Go/Echo of
Terror (1965) - on which Al's father by the way worked as
production manager. Taken by its own terms, Psycho
a Go-Go was less than memorable, a very straightforward thriller
about a gangster desperately trying to track down the loot from his last
heist (which is hidden in a little girl's doll), done the B-movie way -
and somehow the film has a certain a-dime-a-dozen feel to it ... and the
film wasn't too well-received either - not as it was that is: Fact is, Al
Adamson, always a very economical man who wouldn't shy away from re-using
footage if it fitted his cause (or give abandoned film project a second
lease of life in totally different films, for that matter) would
ultimately cut much of Psycho
a Go-Go's footage into another film of his, Blood of Ghastly
Horror, in 1972 - but more about the whole story of that movie later
on. By the way, cinematography on Psycho
a Go-Go was handled by a young Vilmos Zsigmond, who would
collaborate with Adamson on various future projects before shooting to
fame and eventually winning an Oscar for Steven Spielberg's vastly
overrated kitschfest Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977).
After the relative failure of Psycho
a Go-Go, it took Al Adamson another four years to make another
film ... but The Female Bunch (1969) proved to be much more in tune
with drive-in audience's expectations than the previous film. In this one,
a film about a bunch of females (hence the title) raising hell as they
participate in all sorts of criminal activities, Al delivers not only just
about the right amount of sex and crime for audiences of the time, he also
presents the viewer with Russ Tamblyn and Lon Chaney jr [Lon
Chaney jr bio - click here], two actors definitely on the
decline of their careers but still carried at least some marquee value. Macabre
detail: The Female Bunch, as well as some of Al Adamson's later
features, was partly shot at the Spahn Ranch, Charles Manson's favourite
hangout - though it's not quite clear if Al used any of Manson's followers
as exttras or
even knew the man. Oh, and by the way, The Female Bunch was the
first collaboration between Adamson and actress/dancer Regina Caroll, who
would not only soon become a regular in Adamson's films, but also his wife
in 1972. Plus, later B-movie director John Bud Cardos was responsible for
directing some action sequences on this film as well as doing the stunts
and playing a small, uncredited part. He would collaborate with Adamson
more often on future projects in various functions. Al Adamson's career however didn't really
take off until he met with Sam Sherman, a young wannabe-producer who had
previously worked for Hemisphere
Pictures - the company that introduced the Filipino Blood
Island-films to American auciences among other things -, and who was hungry to
produce and distribute films himself - and thus, Sherman and Adamson
formed Independent
International, a company in which Adamson would handle direction
while Sherman was responsible for distrbution and administrative matters,
while the two would often share production duties. To an extent, the
pairing of Sherman and Adamson was a match made in heaven, since Sherman
knew about the drive-in business and knew what audiences wanted, and
Adamson was a director who could always deliver. And even though their
partnership eventually ended in the early 1980's, Sherman would always
praise Adamson's professionalism and craftmanship, even in interviews
given long after his former partner's death.
The first Independent
International production would already be a drive-in classic, Satan's
Sadists (1969). On the surface, the film might be nothing more
than your typical biker flick, but it's quite remarkable in its
relentlessness and its audacity to provide to its audience's hunger for
sex and violence. The story is of course quickly told: On the one hand,
there's a particularly brutal and homicidal biker gang led by Russ
Tamblyn, on the other there's Vietnam vet Gary Kent, who might just be
able to take the whole gang out on his own - and of course, these two
parties are just bound to clash eventually - and on the way to this clash,
theres mucho rape, murder, sex and crime ... and pretty much, Satan's
Sadists is carried by its rape, murder, sex and crime much more
than by its actual story, which serves as little more than a coathanger
for the film's sleazy setpieces. And that, believe it or not, is the
beauty of Satan's
Sadists, it's just so amazingly direct in its approach and so
amazingly free of redeeming values, that one just can't help loving
or hating it for what it is. By the way, future B-movie and
porn-director Gary Graver and an uncredited Vilmos Zsigmond handled the
cinematography on this one, while John Bud Cardos (who also handled the
stunts), veteran actors Scott Brady and Kent Taylor, Richard Dix's son
Robert and sex film starlet Bambi Allen all had roles in the film. Satan's
Sadists was quickly followed by Adamson's first horror film, Blood
of Dracula's Castle (1969). The film as such is about Count and
Countess Dracula (Alexander D'Arcy, Paula Raymond) not wanting to lose
their castle, where they only live on rent - and now the new owner (Gene
Otis Shayne) wants to turn it into a hotel ... now this sounds like a
silly comedy, and indeed severral comedies were made with a very similar
plotline, however, Al Adamson played it straight and threw all sorts of things into the stew,
like escaped convicts, sadism, vampirism and all that jazz, and the film
comes out as a wild potpourri of genre elements that might not frighten
you for one moment (as horror movies should, right?) but might be able to
put a smile on the face of every horror movie fan with a sense for unintentional humour. By
the way, master cinematographer
László Kovács handled cinematography - the same year he also lensed Easy
Rider (1969, Dennis Hopper) - while John Carradine [John
Carradine bio - click here] played the Draculas' butler - the
only Dracula-film
in which he didn't play his signature role. Over the years Carradine,
whose career was on the decline, would become a frequent gueststar in
Adamson's films.
Others appearing in the movie are Robert Dix (again), Vicki Volante, whose
first film this was but who soon would become a regular in Adamson's films
(and only his films, for some reason), and John Bud Cardos, who also did
double duty as production manager.
Horror, Bikers and Westerns: The
Early 1970's
Hell's Bloody Devils from 1970 would become Al
Adamson's first cut-and-paste job, a technique Adamson would become
(in)famous for in later years. The film was begun as another biker movie,
but eventually abandoned. At a later time, Adamson must have remembered
his old footage and added some new footage about (Neo-)Nazis starring John Carradine [John
Carradine bio - click here]. which makes at best little sense in the
context of the old footage. One can actually realize that quite a bit of
time has passed between the old and the new footage because many of the
actors suddenly turn up with different hairstyles that change back again
as the film switches between original and newly shot material. Of course,
the film as a whole makes little sense, but is fun to watch at
nevertheless.
In terms of cut-and-paste techniques, Adamson's next film, Horror of the Blood Monsters
(1970), was even
bolder though:
The film starts out as a modern vampire tale, but within minutes goes into
outer space and finally to another planet populated by cavemen - that have
nothing whatsoever to do with the vampires from the beginning of the film.
Fact is, Adamson and Sam Sherman have ripped all the cavemen footage from
a 1965 Filipino film, Tagani (Rolf Bayer), and somehow they saw it fit to
furnish the vampire footage around it - probably for no other reason than
to use up some vampire footage they shot earlier. Anyways, Adamson
regulars John Carradine, Vicki Volante and Robert Dix try to make sense of
the film, but the film's actual charm is that it totally refuses to make
any sense whatsoever. And to add to the film's utter absurdity, the
Filipino footage was all black and white - not an option anymore for a
commercial film from 1970, so it was tinted in various colours and the
effect explained away (over and over again) as some sort of special radiation. How
can you not love a film like this?
With Five Bloody Graves (1970), Adamson made his first
Western as a director, a genre his father felt more at home at. However,
despite sticking to genre conventions, Al Adamson managed to include just
enough sleaze and violence to remain popular with his drive-in audiences
and in tune with his other films. Robert Dix, who stars, also wrote the
movie. Others in this film are John Carradine (once again), Scott Brady,
Jim Davis, Vicki Volante and John Bud Cardos, who also had his hands in
production, second unit direction as well as stunts.
While Five Bloody Graves
seems to be carved out of one piece, Dracula
vs Frankenstein (1971) unfortunately (or fortunately, depends on
which way you see it) feels like another cut-and-paste job, though it's at
least a little more coherent than Adamson's previous efforts: Initially
this was supposed to be a biker movie and a sequel to Adamson's earlier
success Satan's
Sadists, with Russ Tamblyn again playing a mean-as-hell biker, but
then Adamson added another subplot about a girl (Regina Carrol) and her
boyfriend (Anthony Eisley) looking for her brother and bumping into a mad
scientist (J.Carrol Naish) and his mute servant (Lon Chaney jr [Lon
Chaney jr bio - click here]). Still not content, at some point Adamson
also added footage about Dracula (Zandor Vorkov) and the
Frankenstein
monster (John Bloom), that makes little sense in the context of the rest
of the film (which seems utterly heterogenous to begin with), and you're
left with - well, utter hilarity. By the way, this film marks the first
collaboration between Adamson and veteran midget actor Angelo Rossitto,
who would soon become a regular in his films, while it also marks the last
film of both J.Carrol Naish and Lon Chaney jr. Also in the cast are future
director Greydon Clark, Jim Davis of later Dallas-fame (1978
- 81) and Famous Monsters of Filmland's own Forrest J.Ackerman.
With
Brain of Blood
(1972), Adamson and Sam Sherman tried to jump onto the bandwagon of the
then popular Blood
Island films from the Phillipines by hooking up with the
films' co-producer and US-distributor Hemisphere
Pictures, even reusing Brides of Blood's
(1966, Eddie Romero, Gerardo De Leon) Kent Taylor (who over the years had
also become a regular in Adamson's films) and Mad
Doctor of Blood Island's (1968, Eddie Romero, Gerardo De Leon)
music ... but Brain of Blood
was shot entirely in the USA and entirely lacks the exotic feel and at
times poetic creepiness of the Blood
Island films - instead, Adamson presents his audience with a
not entirely thought through story about brain transplantations, political
intrigue, a mad monster and a bit of sleaze - in other words, perfect (and
quite enjoyable in its lack of sense) drive-in fodder. TV actor Grant
Williams plays the lead in this one, while Regina Carrol, Angelo Rossitto,
Vicki Volante, John Bloom (as the monster), Zandor Vorkov and veteran Reed
Hadley also star.
Blood of Ghastly Horror (1972) is
probably Al Adamson's ultimate cut-and-paste job: He went ant took his own
very first movie, Psycho
a Go-Go from 1965, which was a down-to-earth crime drama, and
gave it a horror/sci-fi treatment, adding a plot about a mad sciencist
(John Carradine [John
Carradine bio - click here]) who has apparently turned Psycho
a Go-Go's lead Roy Morton into a madman and is killed by him as a
thankyou. This film was to be called The Fiend with the Electronic
Brain, but it was most probably never finished ... until Adamson added
a new subplot about Regina Carrol as Carradine's daughter trying to make
sense of her father's death and police inspector Tommy Kirk (who also was
in the Fiend with the Electronic Brain-footage) trying to explain
everything by adding yet another subplot, that of Roy Morton's father Kent
Taylor practicing voodoo ... confused? No matter, that's part of Blood of Ghastly Horror's
charm, with its choppy storyline and its very heterogeneous footage only
adding to the enjoyment of the film that can actually be seen as a highly
entertaining guessing-game - as in, guess at which stage of the film this
footage was shot, the Psycho
a Go-Go-stage, the Fiend with the Electronic Brain-stage or
the final Blood of Ghastly Horror-stage ... try it, it's fun!
With
Angels' Wild Women
(1972), Al Adamson returns to the biker genre, though at one point, he
must have figured that the time for biker movies was over, so he shifted
the focus of the film from male biker Ross Hagen to Regina Carrol, leader
of a female biker gang, and to a religious fanatic (William Bonner) taking
our female bikers hostage. Parallels to Charles Manson in this film are
quite deliberate, and actually it was in parts once more shot on Manson's Spahn
Ranch (as mentioned above, not the first of Al's films shot there). Though
lensed by the relatively unknown Louis Horvath (at least compared to
Laszlo Kovacs and Vilmos Zsigmond), Angels' Wild Women
is actually one of Adamson's best-looking pictures, as it's beautifully
filmed, makes perfect use of the landscape, and for once, the film's
ambitions don't vastly outdo its budget. Still of course, it's perfect
drive-in fodder with its violence and sleaze in all the right places. With
the by now largely forgotten Lash of Lust (1972), Adamson made
another Western, but as the word lust in the title and the film's
star Bambi Allen might suggest, the film was less of an oater and more of
a sexfilm - it would however take a few more years before Adamson really
shifted to sexploitation ...
Blaxploitation,
Sexploitation ... and a Little Bit of Horror: The Mid- to Late
1970's
In 1974, Al Adamson decided to try his hands on
all-out action movies with two films, both of the blaxploitation variety, Dynamite
Brothers and Mean Mother. The blaxploitation genre at that
point might have been past its prime for sure, but there were still a few
bucks to be squeezed out of it, and these movies were easy enough to sell
to a drive-in crowd (it should in this context also be noted that Adamson
produced another blaxploitation flick in 1972, Hammer directed by
Bruce D.Clark and starring Fred Williamson).
Of Adamson's two
1974 blaxploitation efforts, Dynamite
Brothers was the much more ambitious film, as it was an effort to
blend the blaxploitation genre with the then popular martial arts genre,
and Al Adamson and producer Sam Sherman really put in an effort by flying
in veteran Hong Kong fight choreographer and actor (and later Mr.
Vampire) Lam Ching-Ying himself plus several Chinese stunt
people ... however the end result is less than satisfying, a tired story
about a Chinaman (Alan Tang) looking for his brother (James Hong) in LA
with the help of a black guy (Timothy Brown), not at all helped by rather
poor timing, underwhelming action sequences, and even the fights suffer
from too many American stuntmen involved not versed in martial arts.
Somehow, Adamson's directorial style that worked so well for the biker and
the horror genre (even if in other ways than intended) just didn't do the
same to action films.
By the way, Aldo Ray has a supporting role - a corrupt cop who starts
to have second thoughts - in this one, but he does nothing to save the
film.
Even more disappointing than Dynamite
Brothers was Mean Mother, one of Adamson's cut-and-paste
jobs. This time around he and Sherman took the Spanish adventure film El
Hombre que vino del Odio/Run for your Life (1971) by León
Klimovsky, shot some scenes starring black Dobie Gray aka Clifton Brown
and sold it as a genuine blaxploitation film - not all that convincingly,
one might have to add.
Adamson actually found himself more at
home with his next film, Girls for Rent/I Spit on Your Corpse
(1974), a crime drama about a pair of hitwomen (Georgina Spelvin, Rosalind Miles) with an extremely high sleaze factor.
Shot on the cheap, this was a film that for its trash value alone was
worth every Dollar of its budget, and it showed Adamson at the height of
his game.
The film by
the way also stars Adamson-regulars Kent Taylor and Regina Carrol (in only
a small role), plus former B-Western star Robert Livingston, who would
stay with Adamson for some more films.
By the mid-1970's it had pretty much become obvious that sex
cinema had become a goldmine, and obviously inspired by the success
of the Swiss import Die
Stewardessen/Swinging
Stewardesses (1971, Erwin C.Dietrich) - a slightly episodic
softsex comedy about, you guessed it, stewardesses -, Sherman and Adamson
decided to make Naughty
Stewardesses (1975) - a slightly episodic softsex comedy about,
you guessed it, stewardesses (Connie Hoffman, Marilyn Joi, Sydney Jordan,
Donna Young). The film, which also features (once more)
former silver screen cowboy Robert Livingston (having probably his first
sex scene in his long career), actually is almost a little too blunt in
its execution and has also remarkably little to do with stewardesses - but
it became one of Adamson's and Sherman's production company Independent
International's biggest hits.
Considering the success
of Naughty
Stewardesses, it is not too much of a surprise that Adamson and
Sherman soon came up with a sequel, Blazing
Stewardesses (1975), however, the way the film turned out came
as a little bit of a surprise, as for whatever reason, Adamson and Sherman
decided to not go the safe and easy way and make nothing more than a
rehash of the earlier film but to instead turn the film into a loving
hommage/parody of B-Westerns and serials of the 1930's. The film to this
end features very little in terms of sex (only two scenes at the beginning) and -
besides the stewardesses (Connie Hoffman, Marilyn Joi, Regine Carrol) of
course, who do next to no flying in this one - quite a bunch of veteran
actors from the 1930's and 40's, B-movie cowboys Robert Livingston (again) and Don
'Red' Barry,
Yvonne De Carlo and the two surviving Ritz
Brothers. Plus, the film used old incidental music by Lee
Zahler that was actually used in serials and B-westerns of the 1930's. This
all sounds pretty exciting of course (at least to a lover of vintage B's
like me), the end result is less so though, since Adamson is not a
versatile enough director to capture the spirit of the B's of old, and too
blunt a director to really get across the film's parodistic elements.
Still, if nothing else, Blazing
Stewardesses was a valiant try, and became quite a success for
its production company Independent
International - maybe also because its title resembled Mel Brooks'
Western-parody success Blazing Saddles (1974) quite remarkably ...
In
between the Stewardesses-movies,
Al Adamson made another film, Jessi's Girls/Wanted Women
(1975), a regular Western (as opposed to Blazing
Stewardesses, which only was a kind-of-Western) - but of course,
Adamson could not help but add a sleazy touch to the whole thing. In the
film, Sondra Currie is raped and vows revenge - to which end she breaks
three women (Regina Carrol, Jennifer Bishop, Ellyn Stern) from prison to
give her support. By the way, veteran silver screen cowboy Rod Cameron
co-stars in this one, a film that was pretty much the blueprint for the
disappointing 1994 cowgirl effort Bad Girls (Jonathan Kaplan)
starring Madeleine Stowe, Mary Stuart Masterson, Andie MacDowall, Drew
Barrymore.
With Black Heat (1976) starring Timothy Brown with Russ Tamblyn
as the bad guy, Black Samurai/Black Terminator (1977) and Death
Dimension/Black Eliminator (1978), both starring Jim Kelly, the
latter also featuring George Lazenby, Harold Sakata (Odd Job) and
Aldo Ray, Al Adamson tried to revive the blaxploitation movie, a genre by
now in its death throes, but as with his earlier efforts, Adamson's
action-oriented flicks aren't half as interesting as his other stuff. In
1978, Al Adamson tried his hands on yet another genre, the beach party-movie,
with Sunset Cove/Save Our Beach (1978), in which a group of
youngsters try to save their beach from a construction company ... yet the time for beach party movies was of course long over, and
Adamson's rather blunt approach to filmmaking did not do much to revive it
- not that anyone was too keen on seeing the genre revived in the first
place. By the way, this film features another cameo appearance by John Carradine [John
Carradine bio - click here].
Much more fun than this is actually Cinderella
2000 (1977), a decidedly silly sci-fi softcore sex rendition of Cinderella
and other fairy tales, but with a definite 1984-spin to it. The end
result of course refuses to make any sense, but that's part of the charm
of the film, as are its cheap retro-futuristic sets and its absurd excuses
to unrobe its actresses. By the way, Catharine Erhardt aka Catherine
Burgess plays the title role in the film, while veteran midget actor
Angelo Rossitto plays one of the dwarves in a Snow
White-inspired sex scene - which American prints of the film
seem to be oddly missing.
In 1978, Adamson returned to what he
(arguably) did best, horror, with Nurse Sherri/The Possession of
Nurse Sherri, and the movie isn't half bad actually, a shocker about
a nurse (Jill Jacobson) possessed by a demon somewhat reminiscent of Carrie (1976, Brian De
Palma), but with the occasional sex scene and nurses uniforms tagged on.
Of course, the film is no match for the original Carrie, but is fun
to watch for its cheesiness, its not-so-special effects, and its
occasional outbursts of sleaze, and ranks as one of Adamson's more
enjoyable films.
While Nurse Sherri was carved out of
one piece, Adamson's next (and last) horror effort marked a return to his
cut-and-paste tactics: Doctor Dracula (presumably 1981) - which by
the way features a few doctors but no Dracula.
For
this effort, producer Sherman handed Adamson a film called Svengali/Lucifer's
Women, which was shot but presumably never finished by Paul Aratow in
1975, and had him shoot some new stuff with John Carradine [John
Carradine bio - click here], Don 'Red' Barry and Regina
Carrol, among others. The outcome is of course the very hodgepodge you
would expect it to be, but even for an Al Adamson cut-and-paste job it's
confusing - might be that Svengali was a confusing film to begin
with - and Adamson makes even less of an effort than usual to blend in the
new with the old footage. To no one's real surprise, the film flopped,
and it's probably only due to Adamson's good name that it was at
one point actually released on DVD ...
A Long Good-bye and a
Sudden Death After Doctor Dracula, Sam
Sherman and Al Adamson parted ways, and Adamson more or less retired from
filmmaking - and it was probably for the best too, since in the latter
part of the 1970's, the movieworld has undergone a considerable shift
towards the major studios: With
films like Jaws (1975, Steven Spielberg) and Star Wars
(1977, George Lucas) - basically trashmovies with a biiiig budget - the
blockbuster was born, a sort of cinematic behemoth intent on squashing its
competition, especially from independent producers. Along with that, the
major companies started buying up independently owned drive ins and the like to have more
venues to show their movies, thus squeezing the independents out of their
primary source of income. So suddenly, there was no more room for a
director like Al Adamson - apart from video, which started to gain ground
in the early 1980's but which many a veteran filmmaker looked down at -,
and with his departure, Independent
International also reduced its output considerably (though it
should be mentioned here that in 1986, Sam Sherman himself directed his
one and only movie for the company, the rather atrocious Raiders
of the Living Death).
After his departure from the
company, Adamson made two more films, trying to establish himself as a
more serious director, the carnival-themed drama Carnival Magic
(1981) and the family film Lost (1983). Both films unfortunately
were utter failures at the box office and are by today largely forgotten
even by Al Adamson fans. While Adamson laid his film career to
a rest though, he didn't need to worry, because he managed to use the money he
made from his movies quite wisely, investing it in real estate, which
left him a fairly rich man. However, not all was roses in Al
Adamson's post-movie life (far from it) as in 1992, Regina Carrol, his
wife of 20 years, lost her long battle with cancer. The 1990's though were
also the decade when his movies were rediscovered and re-issued on video
(and later also DVD) - which prompted Adamson to hook up with Independent
International once again and start work on a new film, a family
film to be called The Happy Hobo, in 1995, when ... ...
when all of a sudden, Al Adamson seemed to have disappeared from the face
of the earth. After nobody had heard from him for five weeks, his
disappearance was reported to the police - who after searching for several
days found that he had never even left his own LA home - he was found
encased in concrete in his whirlpool which was later tiled over, the cause
of death being a blow to the back of his head with a large blunt object.
Eventually, police determined the killer to be a contractor, Fred Fulford,
whom Al Adamson had hired to redo some of his house and who was living
there for the duration of his work. Fulford was later apprehended in Miami
and sentenced to a 25-year prison term for homicide. Now it's
of course highly unlikely that The Happy Hobo would have reignited
Adamson's film career, too much water had gone down the river since his
heyday, but Adamson's untimely death at age 66 had taken one of the USA's
most archteypical drive-in moviemakers. True, most of his pictures are
considered bad not only by today's standards, and most of his films
actually are bad, but bad in such an enjoyable retro-way that at
least for trashmovie lovers like myself, it's increasingly hard to resist
their charm, and for all their lack of quality (at least academically
speaking), many of Adamson's films are ripe to be viewed over and over
again.
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