Somehow we've gotten to installment #13 of my weekly PopMatters column, Don't Open That Door!, and I for one have no intention of stopping--or even slowing down. This week I'm celebrating the creep-fest that is 1958's She Demons, a movie that manages to involve a deserted island, gross medical experiments, mysterious deaths, mad scientists, and of course, Nazis.
It's all quite twisted and far more entertaining than it has any right to be, in part because of the fine acting of cult favorite Irish McCalla. But don't take my word for it! Here's the first paragraph of my review:
"Washed up on a deserted island after a hurricane, bottle-blond Jerrie sulks
about her spoiled wardrobe, even as the guys she’s with—alpha male Fred,
wisecracking Sammy and somber ship’s captain Kris—try to make the best of
things. This multiracial crew grows concerned when they pick up radio
transmissions that indicate the Air Force uses the island for bombing practice,
although frankly the idea of Jerrie getting blasted into her component atoms
doesn’t seem like such a tragedy. More surprising is Kris’s discovery of
footprints up the beach. Our very own little United Nations in the surf doesn’t
quite know what to make of them, but Kris at least is ready to start beseeching
the local deities for—we presume—assistance. The answering drums may be evidence
of divine intervention, but we suspect not."
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