How’s about we skip the marriage and you stay wild?
Today we have yet another cover of the tabloid Midnight, this time with Greek actress Evi Mirandi, better known as Evi Marandi, declaring she’ll marry any man who can tame her. We first encountered her a couple of years ago inside this issue of The National Star Chronicle, where she said “It’s easy to keep a man—if you have enough bed appeal,” and added that, “Every woman is a natural temptress.” So that raises a crucial question: Would you really want to tame a person like that?
The Greek Isles work their strange magic yet again.
The above poster for Griechische Feigen, aka The Fruit Is Ripe, isn’t as artful as those we usually share, but we’re adding it to the site anyway because the movie is set in the Greek Isles—and you know we love the Greek Isles. This follows the same basic plot as other films set there, such as Summer Lovers, Lesbo, and many more—i.e., the landscape, lifestyle, and sense of timelessness bring out everyone’s inner freak. Griechische Feigen is classic sexploitation, well worth a viewing, and good for a laugh. It’s also of special note because it stars two early Pulp Intl. femmes fatales—Betty Vergès and Olivia Pascal, who you can see here and here. We don’t claim Griechische Feigen is a good film—we wouldn’t dare. But it’s certainly good inspiration for your travels, whether to Greece, or anywhere the sun shines bright on endless ocean and the nights last forever. It premiered in West Germany today in 1977.
Candice Bergen stands on the brink of ruin.
We have just one more item related to Greece, a promo photo of Candice Bergen taken in the ruins of ancient Delphi. She’s in costume for her 1966 film The Day the Fish Came Out, and the photo was made during the same promo session as one we shared two years ago from Galaxidi. You can see that image of Bergen and her ass here.
Just add him to the long list of genius Italian illustrators.
Even though we found no Greek pulp, we do have a related item we want to share with you. The above poster is for the Italian movie Lesbo, which is partially set in Greece. We shared two versions of this promo way back in 2009 and had no idea about the artist. Now we know that the person behind this is Mario De Berardinis. As it happens, we’ve collected other pieces of his and a few appear below. You can see the other two Lesbo posters here, and if you haven’t seen the top notch Italian poster art we’ve already shared, have look at Mafe, Symeoni, Nistri, and Aller.
, Lady Desire
, Les secrets de Christine
, Intimità proibite di una giovane sposa
, Mondo balordo
, Gli insaziabili
, Mario De Berardinis
, poster art
Apparently there's too much sun, sand and surf to waste time writing crime novels.
We have returned from our sojourn in the Greek Isles. We wondered whether it might look anything like the movie G-String Festival, which we reviewed last week, and we have to say, yes, it did at times. But as far as finding pulp—no such luck. We don't know about mainland Greece, but on the islands, at least, it seems people are too busy being hedonists to write about crime and scandal. We did find a nice basement bookstore in Oia, on the island of Santorini, that had some used items (above), but the crime books there were not Greek, not vintage, and not collectible. Anyway, we're back home and by tomorrow should be publishing according to our usual schedule. And our final assessment on Greece? Well, we've always said of Paris that if cities were a competition, the French have beaten everybody by a mile. Similarly, if lifestyle were a competition, Greek islanders have won. In a rout.
Greek exports are looking good.
Above are two nice images of Greek actress Rika Dialina, who in 1954 was chosen to represent her country in the Miss Universe beauty pageant but was denied entry into the U.S. for communist affiliations. What affiliations? She illustrated a book that had supposed communist themes. But U.S. Secretary of State John Foster Dulles used his influence to get Dialina a visa and she went on to appear in the pageant, as well as about thirty movies. These two shots are from 1968.
Greece is the word, is the time, is the place, is the motion. Greece is the way we are feeling.
We never liked that song “Grease” until now. We suppose thanks to Barry Gibb are in order. As far as the “Greek Week” header goes, we’ll actually be away more than a week, but “ten days” doesn’t rhyme with anything. In any case, we’re outtie. As we said yesterday, we’ve got some posts set to show up automatically beginning on Monday, and if we find anything pulp worthy out there we’ll be sure to share it. But as always when we travel, we’d like to point you toward a few very interesting entries to tide you over, here, here, here, here, here, here, definitely here, and who can forget here? Back soon.
Sometimes dead is better.
Yesterday we thought we had nothing pulp related from Greece, but today we were looking around in a backup hard drive and realized that we do have this one thing—a scan of a Greek poster for the 1971 Italo-horror flick La notte che Evelyn uscì dalla tomba, aka The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave. As it happens, we’ve seen this movie, but we’ve summarized a lot of flicks recently, so we’ll skip this one. Just wanted to share the poster.
We don’t know art, but we know what we like.
A few of the contributors to the Goodtime Weekly Calendar of 1963 have been anonymous. This week we have another mystery photog (or perhaps the same single person who shot all the anonymous photos), and an image of an unknown model paired with a winged statuette. The anonymity of the photo dovetails with the provenance of the sculpture, which is a miniature of the Greek statue Winged Victory of Samothrace, a representation of the goddess Nike carved by an unknown artisan sometime in the second century B.C. But deities inevitably lose their power, and at some point someone looked at the goddess of victory, sneered, “Loser,” and pushed her over, rendering her armless and headless. But you’re just looking at the boobs behind the statue, aren’t you? Fair enough. So are we. Like the Greeks, we’re sensual that way.
Jan 27: “No photographer of pretty women ever completely covers the subject.”—Joe Hamilton
Jan 28: Venus of Milo: gal who used a harsh detergent!—“Stump the Stars.”
Jan 29: “Virus is a Latin word used by doctors to mean ‘your guess is as good as mine.’”—Bob Hope
Jan 30: “Beatniks Anonymous: When a ‘beat’ takes a bath, he calls up and members rush over to turn off the water.”—Irv Kupcinet
Jan 31: “I am a wonderful housekeeper. Every time I get a divorce I keep the house.”—Zsa Zsa Gabor
Feb 1: “Imagine Sinatra owning a record company. In any other country he’d be the needle.”—Bob Hope
Feb 2: “It used to be tired and run down; now it’s tired and twisted.”—He-who Who-he
Everything you always wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask someone who actually knew what they were talking about.
There’s an interesting item making the rounds today, not strictly pulp, but worth a mention. Apparently a 1684 sex manual entitled Aristotle’s Compleat Master Piece will be offered for sale by Lyon and Turnbull auctioneers in Edinburgh, Scotland. The book, which was written in English and published there but banned until the 1960s, is part reference guide, part medical manual, and part anti-sex screed. For example, while the text offers suggestions for sexual enjoyment, and contains medical style drawings, it also warns couples what can happen if children are conceived in sin—namely that it would be born covered with hair or that Siamese twins would result. The author of the Compleat Master Piece is not known, but it's clear nothing Aristotle wrote made it into the text. Which could be considered a good thing. Great thinker and all, certainly smarter than we’ll ever be, but nobody’s perfect, and he whiffed badly a few times when it came to sex. Like for instance, he believed testicles were merely weights, and semen was produced from blood via body heat, with the best stuff coming from the area around the eyes. Given the choice, maybe we’ll take our sex advice from the anonymous hack. Auctioneers expect the book to fetch up to $650.
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