Dennis Hopper is fatally fascinated by the Queen and her torpedo tits wrapped in tempting red velvety space fabric. And they haven’t even gotten her amazing hairdryer helmet off yet!

I recently took one of my occasional dives into American International Pictures with Curtis Harrington’s Queen of Blood, a talky, slowwww-moving, sci-fi feature from 1966 about an ill-fated space voyage to Mars in response to an alien distress call.

Most striking in the film are the very brief, gauzy, luminous shots of the alien ship, pre-crash, with no dialogue, lots of slow, silent movement, and a truly unearthly ambience. Don’t get me wrong; this film is AIP schlock, Read the rest of this entry »