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March 30, 2014
Documentary about exploitation director Jim Wynorski, a highly prolific director of trashy films for nearly 30 years, and his quest to shoot a new trashy film in three days. "Hearts of Darkness" this film is not. In that documentary of "Apocalypse Now", there was a classic film that had even more unbelievable behind the scenes drama. This documentary follows the filming of a dumb film being shot on a shoestring with no real drama. A better film would have been to examine the career of Wynorski and similar directors of his ilk. There are hints of that better movie with interviews with Roger Corman, Andy Sidaris, Julie Strain, Lloyd Kaufman and Tom Savini about director Wynorski. There is also a bit of analysis/editorial near the end observing that Wynorski has chosen to make worthless shlock to collect a paycheck from Cinemax and the Playboy Channel, but the film really doesn't explore this with Wynorski. There's also hints of a more interesting film when Julie Strain observes there is no such thing as B films any more, and that there are really only A film or C films, and no real training ground for performers to work their way up anymore. That also may have been a more interesting documentary to explore. Instead, this film is mostly just a crew of three people shooting "The Witches of Breastwick" in a rented cabin. For a much better time, rent Wynorski's "Dinosaur Island" and listen to his commentary track, which he get's credit for doing the first "Special Edition" of a trashy film when laserdiscs first came out.
September 23, 2013
A great documentary about a guy who's made some amazing films.
Super Reviewer
March 20, 2013
A modestly enjoyable doc about B-movie director Jim Wynorski, who has made 75 low-budget movies that few people beyond cultists have seen (the most popular ones include "Chopping Mall," "The Return of the Swamp Thing" and "Not of This Earth"). Here, he is attempting to shoot an exploitation film called "The Witches of Breastwick" (self-explanatory) within just three days. Wynorski is an interesting, cranky character, but one learns little about filmmaking and mostly has to be content with ogling the curves of Wynorski's buxom actresses.
½ March 5, 2013
Popatopolis (Clay Westervelt, 2009)

"They're making a documentary about me," Jim Wynorski grumps, on camera, into the phone to someone towards the beginning of this documentary. "I think they're nuts. They think this thing is gonna make money." I have no idea whether this movie, which according to IMDB cost about a quarter-million to make, ever proved out. But one way or the other, Clay Westervelt has made a ridiculously entertaining documentary (which takes its name from one of Wynorski's aliases, Tom Popatopulous), and if it hasn't proved out, it certainly should.

The challenge: Wynorski, one of Z-movies' most experienced veterans (as of this writing, according to IMDB, Wynorski has directed ninety-one films since The Lost Empire, his 1985 debut), is out to film an "erotic thriller" (really, a silly made-for-Skinemax exploitation flick) called The Witches of Breastwick in just three days and with a budget of just thirty grand (someone please tell me I heard that wrong!). (A piece of trivia the movie failed to mention: this was one of just eight films Wynorski made in 2005, including its sequel, imaginatively titled The Witches of Breastwick 2.) We start off with the usual sorts of "Jim's a great filmmaker!" interviews with the likes of Tom Savini, Roger Corman, and Andy Sidaris. After that, we get to the filming of Witches, and if you ever had any illusions about what life as a scream queen is like, the movie shatters them in the first thirty seconds of this bit. There's no drivers, no make-up or hair folks, no catering, everyone sleeps in the same crappy house (with no towels and a washer and dryer that are on the blink), etc. This is like the worst living situation you had when you were between jobs and trying to survive on ramen and peanut butter (with no bread). It's like reality TV, except no one gets voted off the island (and they're all working for scale or less). Wynorski is pushing his crew for over one hundred setups a day, when the crew on a big-budget feature will do half a dozen, maybe ten... how will they actually do this, and will they manage it without going insane?

You can't help but love the schadenfreude of the whole thing, between actresses blowing their tops (not to mention at least a dozen of them losing their tops), crew members off to the side wondering why the hell they're doing this, the sense of sheer betrayal some cast members feel when they find out Wynorski cast a porn star to handle some of the steamier scenes... it's all comedy gold. This is craziness on a level rarely seen, and perhaps even a level rarely achieved. Westervelt has a great deal of fun with his subject and surroundings, and I suspect you will as well. This is good stuff indeed. *** 1/2
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