Showing posts with label Sherilyn Fenn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sherilyn Fenn. Show all posts

Friday, February 17, 2012

The Japanese Think Phoebe Cates Is Better Than Sherilyn Fenn

Recently I declared that Phoebe Cates is the hottest of the ladies from the 1980s and the ultimate authority on celebrity nudity Mr. Skin agrees with me because they declared her topless scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High as the greatest nude scene in movie history.

Then I went on to feature the lovely Sherilyn Fenn as another of my favorite ladies from the '80s and some  commented that Sherilyn Fenn was in fact better looking than Phoebe.  While I agree that Miss Fenn is certainly an incredibly attractive woman, she's no Phoebe Cates, and is only ranked at #28 on Mr. Skin's list of top 100 nude scenes but they have Meredith Baxter at #29 so I'm not sure if this list really means anything or not.  Another commented that Molly Ringwald is the hottest starlet from that decade and that person is clearly delusional.

Not only is Phoebe hotter than Sherilyn but she's cooler as well because she reached the ultimate high-water mark of Hollywood stardom: the Japanese commercial.  In fact I found videos of two such commericials, one for Asahi beer and one for Sapporo Ichiban noodles.  I don't see the Japanese choosing Sherilyn Fenn to make an ass out of herself on television so clearly the winner is Phoebe.  And what a sweet ass it is...  Sapporo Ichiban! 







Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Some Afternoon Ear-Fuckery with Sherilyn Fenn

Do you want to see some mullets and sunsets?  I have just the video for you then.  No?  Then what the hell is wrong with you?

Here's an out-of-sync video of Tim Feehan's song "Where's the Fire" from the 1986 sci-fi movie The Wraith which features Clint Howard,  Charlie Sheen and a young Sherilyn Fenn.  Zoltan reviewed it some time ago and you can find it here.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Faded Blue Jeans and Sherilyn Fenn's Boobies

This week has been about hobos and saxophones so here they are combined in a glorious '80s sex scene featuring a bleach-blonde Sherilyn Fenn, although I must admit that I definitely prefer her as a brunette. 

Phoebe Cates will always be my first love but Sherilyn Fenn was also one of the ladies from the eighties (hey, that rhymes!) who gave me wood and she is certainly deserving of a little exposure (and a pun!) here on Beasts in Human Skin.

This is a quintessential '80s love scene because not only does it feature bleach-blonde '80s hair, saxophone music, soft lighting, and a buff drifter but this drifter has a long, Fabio-inspired coif and ripped and faded denim over his cowboy boots.  Perfect.

What does this have to do with exploitation movies?  Not a whole hell of a lot.









Also there's this...

Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Zoltan Review: The Wraith (1986)

The Wraith
Any movie that features a dirt bike in the story is totally worth watching.  I realise that is a bold statement, but I’ll bet you can’t prove me wrong.  It is a constant of the Universe, like gravity, terrible Michael Bay horror remakes, or Julianne Moore’s ginger bush (I just watched Short Cuts and that image is haunting me in a very real manner).

With the “Law of Dirt Bikes” in mind, I thought I would review The Wraith, starring Chuck Sheen, Sherilyn Fenn, Nick Cassavetes, Randy Quaid, and the aforementioned dirt bike.
The film begins with Packard (Cassavetes) and his terrifying gang of illegal street racers bullying a small town in Arizona.  No one seems to be able to stand up to him and his thugs.  His kept woman, Keri (Fenn), is helpless before him and the poor sheriff (Quaid) is just at a loss.

Suddenly, the naughty racers are targeted by a spectral looking black stealth car (Dodge M4S I think).  Unbeknownst to them, it has materialised out of pure energy on the highway at night.  About the same time a strange drifter named Jake (Sheen) rolls into town on a killer dirt bike, rocking a faded jean jacket and aviator shades.  When Keri spots that he doesn’t have a shirt on under the jean jacket, she is smitten.  In fairness, if Charlie sheen showed up in my town not wearing a shirt while doing sweet cat-walks on his bike I would rip my shirt off and hop on the handle bars.

As Jake continues to put the cool groves on Keri, we learn that her ex-boyfriend was recently killed.  Her boyfriend’s feckless retard of a brother is still in town and befriends Jake when they meet at a beach party.  Jake has some gnarly scars on his back so that is a good ice breaker.  Now, as this all is going down, Packard realises that Jake has eyes for his special lady friend and quickly puts some nefarious plans into action to get rid of the newcomer.

While Jake and Keri fall in love, the radical racers in Packard’s gang are being eliminated one at a time by the wraith-like car.  In the quarter mile, the car speeds ahead, parks across the lanes and forces its opponents to crash.  Not very sporting.  In one scene, a black clad driver emerges with a futuristic shotgun (just a Franchi SPAS-12 with some blinking lights glued to it) and shoots up Packard’s garage.  How can this mysterious car and maniac driver be stopped?

We find out through some exhausting flashbacks that it was actually Packard that killed Keri’s boyfriend.  In a mind blowing scene we see that he was stabbed in the back while he was fornicating with Keri!  Holy cow!  Keri was later found out on the highway wrapped in an old Navahoe blanket suffering from amnesia.  What does it all mean??  The suspense was killing me.

The Wraith appears for a final race with Packard and blows his doors off… literally.  In the dénouement, the car pulls up to Keri’s curb and reveals Jake is the driver.  She realises that he is in fact some incarnation of her dead boyfriend.  If I was in Keri’s shoes and my undead boyfriend rolled up after killing a dozen or so people I would probably bolt into the night, but she accepts that he has swam back across the Styx for her and she vows to leave with him.  He has one more stop to make first.  Jake meets up with his brother and gives him the car finally revealing its name: The Turbo Interceptor.  It really doesn’t get any better than that.  The film ends with Jake and Keri driving the dirt bike off into the desert sunset.

First off I gotta say, I frickin’ loved this movie.  Killer soundtrack featuring Ozzy, Robert Palmer, Honeymoon Suite, Mötley Crüe, Lion, and Billy Idol?  Check.  Wacky performance by Clint Howard?  Check.  Awesome custom automobiles?  Check.  Dirt bike?  Double check!

The icing on the cake for me was Sherilyn Fenn.  I have been head over heels in love with her since I first spotted her in Thrashin’.  She also dominated Twin Peeks during my adolescence.  Seeing her in bikinis and roller skates was like a dream and to top it off, she put in a pretty darn good performance.  The same can’t be said for misters Sheen or Quaid.  Both were exceeding dull.

Some real heroes in the cast were two of Packard’s henchmen; Skank (David Sherrill) and Gutterboy (Jamie Bozian).  They provided the comic relief by guzzling hydraulic fluid and snorting WD40.  They tried their best to thwart the Wraith but came up short in the end.  Just good stuff.

The themes in the story are obvious and fairly tired.  High Plains Drifter, Pale Rider, or The Crow all spring to mind as parallel stories.  With that said, I didn’t fall asleep and was thoroughly entertained.  The special effects were very artfully done.  Never once did I balk at bad cinema trickery.
One last thought before I go.  Here is the dirt bike “ballet” scene from Ruckus (1981).  It should seal the deal for you about the “Law of Dirt Bikes”.

Movie Rating 4/5
Dirt Bike Rating 4.5/5


Later.
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