Femme Fatales Vol. 6 # 7

4 TEENAGE TURTLE FEMME: VENUS DE MILO
A bombshell breaks-up the Turtle fraternity: and her embodiment is played by an X-FILES actress. / Article by Frank Garcia
5 FATALE ATTRACTIONS
8 FIGHTING FEMMES OF "MORTAL KOMBAT II"
Razor blade braids...an amorphous, regenerative demon...a four-armed hellion...a centaur: time for Round #2. / Article by Craig Reid
11 FROM HIGH FASHION TO FEMME FATALE
Irina, supermodel & KOMBAT crusader, summarizes sex appeal, the Soviet cinema and her sewing machine./ Article by Craig Reid
16 SCREAM KING: KEVIN WILLIAMSON
Dubbed "Horror Boy" by the media, his Screamplay spawned 2 sequels & a teen/fear franchise. / Article by William Wilson Goodson
20 JULIE DELPY: THE PARISIAN WEREWOLF
Celebrated in America for KILLING ZOE, a cult pic, the French star is swimming mainstream in a horror movie. /Article by Alan Jones
24 ELVIRA: THOUGHTS ON MERCHANDISING, MAMMARIES, SEQUELS, SEXISM & SURGERY.
Her "thrill ride" will bump and grind you; and, it's true!, Disney World has taken the vampy vixen to its bosom! / Article by Laura Schiff
32 MEET MS. ALEXANDER KEITH: SHE'S A NEW BREED OF ACTION HEROINE
The rebirth of a sex kitten: blasting her babe image, comely Keith abets Dudikoff and Don "The Dragon" Wilson / Article by Afi Bass
38 ALICIA SILVERSTONE: BEYOND BATGIRL
She's not Lolita, anymore. Locking-out her jailbait facade, the far-from -clueless actress turned producer. / Article by Frederick C. Szebin
44 BLOOD, BURLESQUE AND PAMELA GRIER
S&M, smoke & strippers: Grier sleuths again in a Canadian chiller described as "a Wizard of Oz' with sex."/ Article by Ian Johnston
48 NANCY ALLEN: THE SEDUCTION OF FEAR
CARRIE, DRESSED TO KILL, ROBOCOP, etc.: dialogue with the grande dame of modern Grand Guignol. / Article by Laura Schiff
56 JILL KELLY: "TOAD WARRIOR"
An adult film celebrity/stripteaser is cast in the most bizarre sci-fi melange since ROBOT MONSTER. / Article by Dan Scapperotti
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EDITORIAL NOTE
2:02 AM. Okay, Jenny Huss is munching Asian rice candy and gulping down a can of some diet concoction (last week, we purchased a 6-pack of the stuff from a gas station hidden on the New Jersey Turnpike). Me, I've got a sake in the microwave. Wrapping this issue, we're retiring from the boa-constrictive deadline (until tomorrow) by watching anything in syndication: right now, we're riveted by the sorriest spectacle in memory...
During the past year, Jenny challenged me to match the most humiliating screw-up on television; she considers the worst blunder to be a drunken Lon Chaney, as the Frankenstein monster, inebriated into thinking his participation in a live (1952) adaptation of Mary Shelley's classic was only a dress rehearsal (as a result, the actor gingerly declined to smash props in scripted scenes of rage). Well, close to 50 years after Chaney's unprecedented embarrassment, I've got his match: we're watching critic Gene Siskel—whom I suspect is sober—kissing-up to, disputably, one of the shadiest politicians in U.S. history. "Gee, President Clinton," gushes Siskel, "the president portrayed in INDEPENDENCE DAY was kinda wimpy—not powerful like yourself. Didn't that bother you?" You almost expect Siskel, who's about as impartial as The New Republic, to ask the prez to strike a Charles Atlas pose so he could ecstatically swing from his biceps. Lon Chaney, R.I.P.—the sycophant Siskel, whom we're awarding the Joe Besser trophy as "Clinton's stooge," has dethroned you as prime time's Sultan of Shame. Hey, I'm a registered Democrat but the jingoism stops here.
British readers, keep an eye peeled for a certain broadcast of Moviewatch that's likely to debut next month ("prior to Christmas"); the management of Channel 4's Chapter One Productions asked FF to select actresses and directors who best represent the cinema's independents. The resultant interviews were taped
September 8th & 9th; some of the behindthe-scenes vignettes are side-splitting. We'll see you next month...