When Sun Cats Broke Bad
Sons of the South who could as easily perpetrate atrocities on the vulnerable as rock up storms.
Five Minutes to Live aka Door-To-Door Maniac (1961)
This 75-minute B&W neo-noir film is an irregular: a musical crime drama featuring names located in blue-collar popular music lore. In addition to the Man in Black -- in his first flick -- Merle Travis was conscripted. (Johnny sang the theme; Merle thumb-picked its solo.)
Johnny (as Johnny Cabot) poses as a guitar instructor in order to gain the confidence of bank president Ken Wilson's wife, Nancy, and enter her home. (His intent is to kidnap her and pocket related ransom.)
Cabot's scofflaw sidekick, Fred (Vic Tayback), demands $70,000 from the financial executive. He warns that wife Nancy will be killed unless he calls Cabot in five minutes with 'We're in the money' tidings.
Matters then get messy. The Bank president reveals that he had already planned to abandon Nancy and jet toVegas with his mistress. Still, the executive cracks and coughs up the demanded manna.
Cabot passes desperate moments by serenading his captive with acoustical poetry about her demise, taking potshots, and pitching woo.
(During the songs Johnny picks -- his deep intonations frayed, as ever, in everyman fashion -- his musical talents outshine his thespian efforts. Though they, too, bring pause.)
The nefarious escapade comes a cropper. One bank drone triggers a silent alarm, summoning government guns. Fred gets bracelets. Seeing that police have massed outside the kidnap victim's home, Cabot attempts a scram a vous but succumbs to the proverbial "hail of bullets."
And that bank president? Why, he turns his auto toward Lost Wages -- not with the planned misteress, but with rescued wife Nancy. Because crises bring people together.
Also in the film were Ronnie Howard and (uncredited) Rue McClanahan. A remake was announced in 2012, but never came to fruition.
Five Minutes to Live / Door-To-Door Maniac trailer
theme song
Film clip (5:09)
The Exotic Ones aka The Monster and the Stripper (1968)
Producer/writer/director Ron Ormond's gifts to the world of celluloid artistry include Untamed Mistress, White Lightning Road, Attack of the Flying Saucers, and Please Don't Touch Me. (These exploitation gems were preceded by a whole passel of cowpoke operas.)
Action occurs predominantly in one of the Crescent City's less-classy runway nightspots. While leggy prancings are generously spotlighted, incidental paraders include singers, a belly dancer, and a goatee-and-beret "psychedelic painter" whose preferred canvas is the female backside.
(Oh, and club owner Nemo is revealed to be something of a gangstery kingpin.)
Cut to the Loosiana bayou.
Remember when Robert Armstrong and shipmates took King Kong to the Big Apple for display, only to drop jaws as the furry behemoth rampaged and was driven to distraction by lady fair Fay Wray?
Now, feature that scenario painfully reduced and smashed through a fun-house looking glass. Hunters thrashing through overgrown greenery capture a hulking swamp beast. (Sleepy La Beef -- all made up like it's Halloween in stump-jumper country. No Fenders or Gibsons float amongst slithering gators.)
The hunters display all cruel and hairy. Not in New York City, but in the Crescent City stripper dive we saw earlier, where he's caged for amusement. (He has by this point been clad in a loincloth. And the cage is noticeably rickety.)
That gives rationale for presenting numerous additional exotic stageboard shenanigans. During the bumptious spectacle, the monster develops a thing for club star Titania. (Played by real-life peeler Georgette Dante.)
Scattered freely are songs of Bluesy and Poppish varieties, as well as a harmonica-duo interpreting Ponchielli's "Dance of the Hours." (!)
Naturally (kind of), when SwampSleepy's crush, Titana, and a new flesh-flasher erupt in cat-fight fever, the monsterman busts through bars and does the badness he does best.
But he doesn't carry Titania up a skyskraper. She is instead found in her dressing room -- quite bloody and quite deceased.
SwampSleepy vanishes. And oddly, a sequel was never lensed.
Appearing as local musician Swamper was Luther Perkins. Gordon Terry was cast as the club's horndog emcee.
Film trailer
Sleepy compilation (Set to non-movie "Tore Up")
Luther Perkins scene