The future that never was

Have you ever wondered what the world would be like we were living in the future as envisioned in the 1939 World’s Fair?  Well, of course you have.  Every rational person has, I’m sure.  Well, I think I’ve found someone who’s wondered rather harder than you or I.  His name is Bradley Schenk, and he’s put up a site that includes among other things drop dead gorgeous CG art and interactive fiction from an imagined retro-future.  The site is called Webomator, and although I urge you to visit and peruse it for yourself, you can get a good  flavor for what’s going on there by viewing this embedded video, a trailer for one of the interactive adventures

Trailer for “The Toaster With TWO BRAINS” from Bradley W. Schenck on Vimeo.

What you see might not be explicit erotica, but it is way sexy.

 

Frankensteinia added to blogroll

Since this is a blog about mad science, I do try to keep up on matters Frankenstein, since that great doctor is one of the very prototypes of the mad scientist.  I hope I don’t do too bad a job, but there’s a blog out there which makes me look like a bumbling apprentice on such matters:  Frankensteinia, which is the mother lode of things Frankenstein.  One tiny example:

Naturally it now gets a permanent place of honor on the Erotic Mad Science blogroll. Dr. Faustus says check it out.  And as you do, reflect gratefully on the amazing modern communications which make it possible for something like it to exist.

Rites of Frankenstein

It’s inevitable that I would be viewing a movie that’s sometimes marketed as The Erotic Rites of Frankenstein (more properly La maldición de Frankenstein, 1972).  True, it was written and directed by Jesús Franco, a filmmaker with a reputation for being a real schlockmeister, but that’s hardly a disqualification here!

An oddity of this movie is that it seems to exist in two versions, a “clean” version without nudity and a “dirty” one, in which whole scenes in the clean version appear to have been re-shot with naked actors.  The “dirty” version, at least the one I was able to find as bonus material on my DVD version, has very low print quality — fuzzy images and poor lighting.  The “dirty” version also appears to have some complete sequences that were cut from the “clean” one entirely.

In some ways the “clean” version might actually make for more interesting Erotic Mad Science cinema, because it gets us to focus on concepts.  The movie’s unusual plot involves Dr. Frankenstein busily tuning up his massively muscled, silver -skinned monster (which actually appears to be loyal to him), and being stone-cold murdered by some sort of demonic individual called Cagliostro and his hideous (well, in a squick or squee sort of way) bird-woman companion Melisa.   They then kidnap (!) Frankenstein’s monster and wrest him from his loyalty to his late master using Cagliostro’s “magnetic” powers.

The monster is then dispatched on the errand of raping and abducting pretty women, who are to be brought back to Cagliostro’s castle where they are to be…well, used for parts.  One of them, played by Britt Nichols, puts on a great “woman in peril” face in her final moment.

Which somehow is even starker as a (supposedly) decapitated head.

But don’t worry.  As we shall see, she’ll live again.  Sort of.  These relatively crisp images are from the “clean” version.  In the “dirty” version, the camera gives us a close-up panning full-frontal shot whose poor lighting presents too many technical challenges to reproduce here.

Fortunately for the forces of good, or at least the forces of less evil, Dr. Frankenstein has an avenger in the form of his own daughter, Dr. Vera Frankenstein (played by Beatriz Savón), who just by the merest chance, happens to be a hot scientist in her own right.   She responds to her family tragedy like any devoted child would:  she digs up her father’s corpse and hauls it into the laboratory for a session with the Fixation Ray.  The Fixation Ray was what the elder Frankenstein used to animate his monster.  As Vera demonstrates, the Fixation Ray can also be used to provide prompt, temporary relief from the symptoms of death.  Long enough to ask Dad who was killed by, anyway.

Finding out that it’s Cagliostro who’s to blame (and isn’t it always), Vera pulls a move worthy of a Gnosis College heroine.  She substitutes herself in the place of one of Cagliostro’s victims, getting herself abducted by the monster for the purpose of infiltrating his castle.  This works…right up to the point where she’s unmasked.

Things are pretty tough for Vera from there.  She is tied back-to-back with a minion of Cagliostro who in typical evil-minion fashion has failed his master at a critical moment.  The pair is then placed inside a field of giant, poisoned spikes and flogged by the monster.  The first to fall, dies.  Even in the “clean” version the resulting spectacle is pretty damn kinky.

Naturally there’s also a “dirty” version.

After Vera survives (and also possibly after a “send her to my chamber” episode that only exists as a fragment on my DVD’s extras)  she’s subjected to Cagliostro’s mind-control powers and put to work, using the parts Cagliostro has been accumulating to construct and animate a “perfect woman,” whom he intends to mate with Frankenstein’s male monster for the purpose of creating a new master race.  (Oh, how very original.)  At least Cagliostro picked the parts well.

Hot scientist at the ready.

And in the “clean” version we see this:

And the dirty version this:

But things don’t quite work out for Cagliostro, because the monster’s residual loyalties to Frankenstein kick in just as he’s about to made with electro-woman and he runs around smashing stuff up.  Cagliostro drives off laughing maniacally, apparently to his death, except that it’s not really his death because somehow he’s managed to impregnate Lina Romay, who’s otherwise spent the entire movie wandering around in a meaningless detached subplot and will be reincarnated in the body of the child she’ll give birth to.  Or something.   Way to wrap things up there, Jesús.

But still that’s Erotic Mad Science for you.  Though for my money it’s Vera Frankenstein that makes the DVD worth the price.  Not so much for what she looks like with her clothes off, though I’m certainly not complaining about that, mind you.  It’s for what she does and represents, and for her uncompromising commitments to mad science and throwing herself into danger.  You’re a true thaumatophile when you understand why all that matters…

“Michiko” art by someone else

I guess while the subject is fresh on the site I should point out that I also came across this pulp cover in the same Otago collection on which I posted yesterday.

I can’t comment about what lies beneath this cover, but I must say the art has a decidedly unpalatable “me love you long time” flavor.  Which means, of course, that I now swear on the sacred stones of R’lyeh that I did not see or have this cover in mind before creating the character of Michiko Maeda.

Tube girl from down under

A sharp-eyed commenter recently brought my attention to another tube girl.

Standing alone, this illustration would have merit in a exhibition of tube girls, because demonstrates with unusual clarity a classic property of the tube girl illustration.  Namely, the way that it was used to get as much nudity as possible on the cover of something without actually showing something that would attract the attention of the constabulary.   We are given to understand that the woman in the tube is naked, but the tube has opaque structural elements which just so happen to be in the line of sight between the viewer and the woman’s naughtier bits.  The viewer’s imagination is allowed to gratifyingly fill in the rest.

But what’s more interesting about this image is that it’s actually from a rather interesting collection of Australian pulp fiction covers at the University of Otago in New Zealand, one which I believe a post of Bacchus’s at ErosBlog quoted recently as well.  It’s a small world after all.

Indeed, smaller than one might think.  Is it a coincidence that Otago’s philosophy department is home to a metaethics guy whom I have reason to like?  (Well, yeah, it probably is but I can’t help but notice stuff like that.)

Underground comic sexbot

A compact, motile, and highly autonomous one at that.  (Hans Moravec, please call your office.)  Naughty, naughty little machine:

That’s from ongoing comic series called The Perils of Penelope Pornstarr, the fetching creation of comics and pin-up artist Lon Ryden. The narrative contains not just mad science and a mad scientist, but pretty girls in peril, a vast fortune of uncertain disposition, a corrupt lawyer, and ecclesiastical skulduggery.  So there’s really something for everyone here, and I encourage you to check it out.  You can follow Penelope’s adventures online here, and see more of Lon’s art either at DeviantArt or at his site here.

C’mon, it’s well worth a click.  You know it is.

Michiko art by Niceman

Niceman, who’s work we’ve seen many times before, graciously agreed recently to participate in an experiment of my proposing (hey, it wouldn’t be mad science if we didn’t do experiments).  The experiment was an open-ended commission in which, instead of my pulling something I liked out of the scripts and asking him to render it, I asked him to leaf through the scripts himself and pick his own commission.

I think he made an excellent choice.

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Do we all recognize this, thaumatophiles?  It’s Gnosis Dreamscapes, and Michiko is about to show off her awesome ability to invade a young man’s dreams.

INT. Monitoring ROOM – DAY

The room has low light, just like the previous room. The opposite side of the one-way mirror visible in the previous scene in the laboratory takes up part of one wall.

In the middle of the room there is an object resembling an illuminated glass bathtub with wires and cables snaking away from it and a few inches of a gel-like substance within it.

WILLIE and PROFESSOR REBECCA WAITE are concentrating on a screen as Michiko enters the room.

(Note: Willie and Waite are the same characters as appeared in Progress in Research)

As Michiko enters, Waite looks up and smiles.

WAITE

Excellent, brisk preparation of the subject, Michiko. Are you ready yourself?

MICHIKO

Thank you, Professor Waite. Give me just a minute here.

WILLIE

Professor Waite was just commenting on how good you are at the job.

Michiko steps out of her sneakers, then removes her lab coat. She is wearing nothing underneath except a push-up bra.

WAITE

Not just any woman could serve so well as a female neural template in the Dreamscape.

Michiko removes her bra and throws a seductive glance at Waite.

MICHIKO

Because I am so amazingly sensual?

WAITE

If you wish to put it that way, yes.

Michiko crosses her arms in front of her chest and frowns at Waite.

WAITE

You disagree, Michiko?

Michiko steps into the tub and eases herself slowly into the gel as she speaks.

MICHIKO

Oh I am ever so sensual.

(squeezes her breasts together before continuing)

It’s just that I never wanted to play to the stereotype of sensual Asian woman.

Waite grins.

WAITE

I am sure you’ll have the chance to shatter stereotypes with what is about to happen. Are you ready?

MICHIKO

Ever so.

WILLIE

Then let the dreams begin.

Pleasant dreams, Michiko!

Flesh for Frankenstein III — dénouement

Of course, since Paul Morrissey is writing the script, Flesh for Frankenstein does not turn out well for Frankenstein or anyone else.  Indeed, it ends in a final tableau that would seem excessive in a an Elizabethan revenge tragedy, with only one adult character left, and in a pretty delicate position (bondage enthusiasts take note):

That’s Nicholas the stableboy (played by Joe Dallesandro, who sounds like he got to Frankenstein’s castle by way of Arthur Avenue).  And he’s being contemplated by the two children of the Baron Frankenstein’s incestuous union, still alive after all the drama and two of the creepiest kids you’ll ever see on screen.

Note that one of them is already holding a scalpel.

Pity there’s no sequel.