DAILY CALL SHEET: NOVEMBER 11, 2025

 

Pajama Party (1964) Teen-aged Martian Go-Go is sent to Earth to act as an advance scout for an invasion. As so often happens, though, Go-Go becomes enraptured with beach babe Connie, and decides to put off his duties to help save her aunt from being swindled by the terrible trio of J. Sinister Hulk, Chief Rotten Eagle, and the statuesque Helga, who apparently owns little clothing other than bikinis. As if that wasn't enough plot, surfer-hating biker Eric von Zipper shows up once again to do the things he does. If you're a fan of AIP's other beach party movies, there's no reason you won't find a little something to like in this one, though Tommy Kirk is a definite step down from Frankie Avalon and musical guests The Nooney Rickett 4 shouldn't even be mentioned in the same breath as Little Stevie Wonder. Really, most of the fun is simply spotting all the appearances of stars from Hollywood's heyday.

TIL: Pajamas as the two-piece sleepwear we think of them today really only emerged during the Victorian era. They certainly didn't exist in Biblical times. Back then, the tunic which served as the primary undergarment for men and women both was worn night and day, and worked just fine for bedtime. If things got a little chilly, folks might keep their daytime cloaks on as well. This all-purpose clothing was so important that both Exodus and Deuteronomy contain demands that if a poor person surrendered their cloak as collateral for a loan, it still had to be brought back to them before sunset so they wouldn't be vulnerable to the cold while they slept. Not doing so was considered an unrighteous act in the eyes of God. Even when it comes to something as mundane as pajamas, God expects us to treat others charitably.

Faces of Death (1978) This pseudo-documentary follows a phony pathologist as he travels the world gathering footage of "real" deaths. His finds include a guy getting eaten by an alligator, Nazis dying in battle, parachuting accidents, lots of animal slaughter, an electrocution, and decadent diners beating a monkey to death with tiny hammers so they can eat its brains. Most of the gross stuff in the movie was eventually admitted to have been faked, but the real things like footage from an actual autopsy will still be too much for many. It's hard to explain to the YouTube generation what a big deal this collection of clips was in the pre-Internet days, especially since the whole exercise is pretty dismal in hindsight, but back then Faces of Dearth was a must see for curious teens. My friends and I even skipped class to watch the VHS once we found a copy. Of course, we also skipped class to watch Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, but the point remains.

TIL: If you want a more adult, less sensationalist way of looking death in the face, the Church recommends the spiritual practice of memento mori, a Latin phrase meaning "remember you must die." Based on the advice of Ecclesiastes 7:2 where it says, "It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting," memento mori is the act of meditating on the reality of death, not as a source of fear, despair or cynicism, but as a catalyst for living a holy, purposeful life detached from materialism. Practical ways of doing this include praying the Litany of the Dead, contemplating the Last Things (death, judgment, heaven, hell), or wearing a memento mori medal. If you want to go a little more extreme, you can always copy St. Charles Borromeo and sleep with a skull next to your bed. No matter how you engage in memento mori, though, remember the end goal isn't just to remember you will die, but also memento vivere, to remember to live.

DAILY CALL SHEET: NOVEMBER 8, 2025

Magic (1978) Let's get this straight. We've got the director of Ghandi and A Bridge Too Far, the screenwriter of The Princess Bride and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, the composer of the scores to Patton and Chinatown, and a cast full of award winning actors like Anthony Hopkins, Ann-Margret, and Burgess Meredith, and they all came together to make a movie about … a mentally ill ventriloquist who wants to find a way to be free of his murderous, trash-talking dummy and thinks true love will do the trick? Yeah, that's exactly what they did, and they were all dead serious about it, too. Hopkins even learned ventriloquism so his performance would be authentic. Yes, the plot is better suited to some B-movie schlock fest rather than the typical prestige films this crew is associated with, but go with the flow and you'll be rewarded with some top tier acting.

TIL: Not all Saints were genteel stoics. St. Simeon Salus, aka Simeon the Holy Fool, often feigned madness to bring attention to Christ's teachings. Some of his tactics included tripping strangers in the street, pelting women with nuts, and dragging himself around on his bottom. And don't even bring up the dead dog incident. Nobody seemed to mind, though, because when there was no audience, Simeon was busy feeding the poor, exorcising the possessed, and teaching the Gospel. One of the more memorable things Simeon liked to do was carry around a puppet which would harangue passers-by about their sins and shortcomings, at least that's what it did when it wasn't busy insulting Simeon himself. If it sounds like modern ventriloquists ripped off Simeon's act, they did, which is why he's now considered the patron Saint of ventriloquists and puppeteers.

Frightmare (1974) If you think your family has problems, imagine being poor Jackie. Both her father Edmund and stepmother Dorothy have just been released from the mental asylum where they've been confined for almost 15 years, Dorothy for being a cannibal, and Edmund for covering up his wife's diet. Dorothy's not quite cured, though, so Jackie has to start slipping her animal brains to munch on. However, that may not be enough satisfy Dorothy's hunger for human flesh, nor that of Jackie's stepsister Debbie, who it turns out might just be a chip off the old block. The Times of London called this flick "nasty, foolish and morally repellent," so naturally it's something of a cult classic these days.

TIL: With her little brown packages full of animal brains, Jackie means well, but you can't just let family member's problems slide. As the Catechism notes, "charity demands beneficence and fraternal correction." This means if you truly love a family member, you won't have a passive tolerance of their sins but an active concern for their spiritual well-being, particularly when grave (mortal) sins that could endanger their soul are involved. I'd say cannibalism falls into that category. That being said, fraternal correction doesn't always mean direct confrontation in every instance. Use a little prudence, keeping in mind that correction must serve amendment and healing, not judgment or conflict.

DAILY CALL SHEET: NOVEMBER 6, 1925

 

Frightmare (1974) If you think your family has problems, imagine being poor Jackie. Both her father Edmund and stepmother Dorothy have just been released from the mental asylum where they've been confined for almost 15 years, Dorothy for being a cannibal, and Edmund for covering up his wife's diet. Dorothy's not quite cured, though, so Jackie has to start slipping her animal brains to munch on. However, that may not be enough satisfy Dorothy's hunger for human flesh, nor that of Jackie's stepsister Debbie, who it turns out might just be a chip off the old block. The Times of London called this flick "nasty, foolish and morally repellent," so naturally it's something of a cult classic these days.

TIL: With her little brown packages full of animal brains, Jackie means well, but you can't just let family member's problems slide. As the Catechism notes, "charity demands beneficence and fraternal correction." This means if you truly love a family member, you won't have a passive tolerance of their sins but an active concern for their spiritual well-being, particularly when grave (mortal) sins that could endanger their soul are involved. I'd say cannibalism falls into that category. That being said, fraternal correction doesn't always mean direct confrontation in every instance. Use a little prudence, keeping in mind that correction must serve amendment and healing, not judgment or conflict.

Now Showing at a Blog Near You: For Aleteia, I take a look at Triumph Over Evil: Battle of the Exorcists, the first Vatican approved documentary on the ritual of exorcism and those who perform it.

VOYAGE TO THE PLANET OF PREHISTORIC WOMEN

Back in 1962, the Russians made a pretty nifty film called Planeta Bur about a group of astronauts and their robot who run into a brontosaur while exploring the surface of Venus, and then have to escape as the planet's weather goes nuts. Thanks to the heroic sacrifice of the robot, who gets left behind, most of the astronauts make it back home. It's enjoyable and brisk, running a mere 72 minutes. However, when the rights for the U.S. distribution of the film were acquired by American International Pictures, they decided Roger Corman could somehow make two movies out of the footage. Which, of course, he could.

The first film, Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet, was a fairly faithful dubbed version of the original, with a few new scenes featuring Basil Rathbone thrown in for good measure. Think Raymond Burr in Godzilla. It was marketed directly to TV stations and became a Saturday afternoon staple. The second movie, Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women, is a different beast altogether. According to screenwriter/director Peter Bogdanovich (who wisely asked not to be credited), Corman came to him saying AIP might give the film a limited theatrical run, but only if they found a way to stick some chicks in it. Well, in Hollywood, a job's a job, so Bogdanovich called in Mamie Van Doren and a gaggle of blondes, dressed them in sea shells, and rewrote the story so their presence would almost make sense. Almost.

What you get with Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women is the story of a group of astronauts and their robot who run into a pterodactyl while exploring the surface of Venus and immediately kill it. Unfortunately, it turns out the flying reptile was the object of worship by a matriarchal society of telepathic Venusian women who like to hang out at the beach. Using the awesome power of being female, the ladies call upon their planet to punish the invaders with floods and volcanoes. The male invaders are chased off, but the robot they inadvertently leave behind inexplicably becomes the women's new god. It might all be okay if the men and women weren't so obviously in two separate movies and voiceover narration wasn't required to make it all halfway understandable. As it is, the movie's enjoyably silly, but it's undeniably a hunk of junk.

It's funny how so many of these types of movies have male astronauts running across matriarchies. There's Cat-Women of the Moon, Queen of Outer Space, Abbott and Costello Go to Mars, and so on. I guess it's because you have to go to space to find such arrangements, as earthly matriarchal societies—defined as those where women hold dominant political, economic, and social power over men in a mirror image of patriarchy—are widely considered by most anthropologists to be mythical or unattested to in historical records. Sure, there have been matrilineal societies (descent and inheritance through the female line) and egalitarian systems with strong female influence (the Iroquois or Mosuo come to mind), but real matriarchies have been difficult to identify outside of feminist revisionary texts.

There have been a few reasons speculated for this. Some suggest that men's evolutionary physical advantages gave patriarchal systems an edge when it came to territorial expansion, especially through warfare. Others think that as economies shifted from domestic horticultural setups to movable wealth (e.g., cattle, tools, trade), they played more into the strengths of male hunter-gatherers than they did female nurturers. And, of course, some point to the boogeyman of religion, especially those pesky Abrahamic faiths (Judaism, Christianity, Islam) which are accused of emphasizing patrilineal descent and male authority. Some, in a fit of wishful thinking, even like to imagine that these patriarchal religions crashed the ancient matriarchal party, killing off the female deities and leaving a male-created God in their place like some robot abandoned on Venus.

Fantasies aside, whether or not monotheism encourages patriarchy is arguable. However, at least when it comes to Catholicism, the male-female dynamic is a bit more nuanced than just saying men are in charge. As St. Pope John Paul II notes in his apostolic letter Mulieris Dignitatem, the Church affirms that while the sexes have distinctly ordered, though complimentary, roles, women still have an essential equality with men in personhood, grace, and mission. This complementarianism results in a unity of the masculine and feminine that enriches each other in mutual self-giving, elevating both sexes rather than one oppressing the other. So, the Church's view is definitely not matriarchal, but neither is it egalitarian, as the role of the sexes is not identical, nor is it patriarchal in the oppressive sense, as men are called to recognize and serve the dignity of women. Because of this, JPII explicitly states that any type of patriarchal domination, even those times it may have occurred in a Church setting, is a post-Fall distortion of what God actually intends for men and women.

Not that AIP, Corman, or Bogdanovich were thinking about any of this when they churned out Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women. They just wanted a movie with some chicks in it. By that measure, they succeeded.

(By the way, if you'd like another take on this old clunker and what it has to do with Augustine and paganism, check out the guest review from reader Xena Catolica from a while back.)

DAILY CALL SHEET: OCTOBER 17, 2025

Alice in Wonderland (1903) While drowsing in her garden, Alice spots a giant white rabbit and follows him down a hole. There, with the aid of a magic fan, she is able to pass through a small door to Wonderland. Once inside, she tries to befriend a dog, meets a baby that turns into a pig, and attends the Mad Hatter's tea party. Eventually, Alice ticks off the Queen and has to escape being executed. It's amazing all the things you can get done in a few minutes when you put your mind to it. This first ever film adaptation of Lewis Carroll's beloved book is heavily abridged, originally running 12 minutes, but now just 9 in the only existing, heavily damaged copy available for viewing. Though all the scratches and artifacting give the film a bit of a David Lynch feel, overall, it's a little pedestrian by modern standards. Even so, it's enough to get the point across until you can watch longer, weirder versions.

TIL: Those of a certain age might remember Reader's Digest Condensed Books, a surprisingly popular series of hardcover anthologies published from 1950 to 1997. Each edition typically featured 2–5 abridged (or "condensed") versions of bestselling novels, allowing readers to whiz through a book without committing to the full-length work. Don't want to wade through the entirety of War and Remembrance or East of Eden but still want to get the basics of the story? Not to worry, Reader's Digest has you covered. It's most daring abridgement was probably in 1982 when the company released the Reader's Digest Condensed Version of the Bible, which reduces the size of the Old Testament by about 50% and the New Testament by 25%. This makes for brisker reading but, obviously, is utter crap if you want to make sure you get all the nuances of the book's complex theology. Still, if it gets you started on the journey, go for it.

Unknown Island (1948) A fortune-seeker talks his rich fiancée into chartering a trip to an island where dinosaurs supposedly still thrive. Along for the journey are a lecherous drunken captain, a semi-drunken first mate, a heroic seaman who starts off the movie in a drunken stupor, and a ship full of racially ambiguous stereotypes who probably had to get drunk to play these parts. Once on the island, things go awry as the motley crew cross paths with a bunch of dinosaurs that look like low-budget prototypes for those inflatable T-Rex costumes, and a guy in a gorilla suit that we're meant to believe is a giant sloth. More or less taking the island part of King Kong and making it the whole movie, this no-budget quickie is easy viewing for those who find old films with shoddy effects charming. 

TIL: Back in the 6th century, St. Brendan the Navigator undertook a seven-year voyage that legends say took him to a number of unknown islands. There was an isle of crystal pillars (icebergs, maybe), a "paradise of birds" inhabited by singing avian saints, and a moving island that turned out to be a whale's back. The most astonishing was a gem-covered island inhabited by ageless saints with whom he spent 40 days praying and feasting. After Brendan's departure, the island vanished into a mysterious fog. As late as the 16th century, sailors in the area still reported seeing this island appear and disappear. However, whether the tales are entirely factual or not, the unknown islands encountered by St. Brendan have come to symbolize the spiritual trials and divine wonders to be experienced on the Christian journey.

DAILY CALL SHEET: OCTOBER 11, 2025

 

Silver Bullet (1985) Every full moon, a series of brutal murders rocks a small town in rural Maine, and neither the sheriff nor the local vigilantes seem to be able to do anything to put a stop to what they assume is just some maniac. Only a young paraplegic and his older sister seem to have an inkling of what the killer really is, and once they figure out the identity of the cursed culprit, they call on their alcoholic uncle Gary Busey to help defeat the beast. Deep inside, you know it’s not technically a good movie, but it’s got Corey Haim in a tricked-out wheelchair, Canada's favorite Anne of Green Gables, and Gary Busey playing Gary Busey, all battling a werewolf who's not above using a baseball bat to break some skulls. How can you not enjoy it?

TIL: One questions the wisdom of parents who leave their children in the care of alcoholic uncle Gary Busey, but any port in a storm, I guess. Actually, the Catechism notes that the Fourth Commandment ("Honor your father and mother") extends beyond the parents to the entire "household of faith." Relatives are supposed to share in the family's mission to build up one another spiritually and practically, complementing parents without supplanting them. As St. John Paul II wrote in Familiaris Consortio, "All members of the family, each according to his or her own gift, have the grace and responsibility of building, day by day, the communion of persons, making the family a school of deeper humanity."

Now Showing at a Blog Near You: This week for Aleteia I take a look at a tale of baseball and miracles. My review of Soul on Fire.

DAILY CALL SHEET: OCTOBER 4, 2025

The Amazing Colossal Man. (1957 ) Lt. Colonel Glenn Manning saves a pilot who has crash landed in a bomb testing site, but gets a heaping dose of radiation for his efforts. The good news is that Glenn's burns begin to miraculously heal. The bad news is that's because he's slowly expanding to giant size. The really bad news is that his heart isn't growing at the same rate and will eventually explode from the stress. The worst news is that his mind can't handle what's happening, causing Glenn to go on a psychotic rampage in Las Vegas, which wouldn't be that odd of an occurrence in Sin City except for the fact that Glenn is 50-feet tall at the time. There's lot to enjoy in this Bert I. Gordon flick, not the least of which is that the title character, with his bald head and giant diaper, comes across as nothing less than a Kong-sized baby throwing a temper tantrum.

TIL: Speaking of growing, John Collins writes in Our Sunday Visitor, "In our contemporary culture 'spiritual growth' is a term that has become not only ambiguous but annoyingly vague. Used in various ways by people of different faiths (and sometimes by people of no faith), this is a term that conjures up a multitude of images: Eastern meditation, vision quests in California, a variety of New Age explorations and all the rest. … Ultimately, as Catholics, we must realize that if we wish to grow spiritually, we cannot follow the paths or the ideas of others religions. … For the Catholic, spiritual growth can be nothing but a continual turning to Christ. In this we come to understand an astonishing truth, that spiritual growth is really a growth in relationship, a constant deepening of our relationship with Christ."

Good Boy (2025) Against the advice of just about everyone he knows, an ill young man named Todd moves into his grandfather's abandoned home in the middle of nowhere. Todd dismisses warnings that the place is haunted, but his faithful retriever Indy isn't so sure, especially once an ominous dark shape only the dog can see starts to emerge from the house's dark corners. Can Indy be a good enough boy to save his beloved master from whatever's coming for them, or is it already too late? Unfortunately, the movie lets slip what's really going on about half way through the film, but the visual approach of telling the story entirely from the dog's perspective is so well done (and ultimately emotional) that you'll want to stick with it to the end.

TIL: One of the consequences of the ancient Jewish purity laws is that dogs aren't portrayed all that well in the Bible. Most of the verses in which they appear paint puppies as generally filthy scavengers fit only to serve as metaphors for moral or spiritual uncleanness. An interesting exception is the book of Tobit, in which a random pooch shows up to travel with Tobias and the angel Raphael. The dog's presence is never explained, leaving theologians to speculate he's there as a symbol of unwavering companionship and steadfastness in the face of adversity, mirroring the loyalty of Tobias and Raphael to God despite their trials. Whatever the reason, Tobias' adopted doggie is the rare good boy in the Bible and deserves a nice scratch behind the ears.