#juvenile delinquent

[oldshowbiz]

Gilbert Gottfried: Juvenile Delinquent

[bitter69uk]

Contrary to received wisdom, Grease (1978) didn’t pioneer the concept of casting adult actors as high school students. It was already a long-held Hollywood convention. Take, for example, Girls Town (1959). The quintessence of the fifties drive-in juvenile delinquent flick, it boasts teenage thugs running amok, girl-on-girl catfights, frantic rock’n’roll music, drag races, nuns, the threat of sex trafficking in Tijuana – and wanton platinum blonde leading lady Mamie Van Doren as 16-year-old hellcat Silver Morgan. Even with her perky ponytail and tight Capri pants, 28-year-old Van Doren is perhaps the most overripe, fleshy and mature adolescent in cinematic history. (And as Freddie, 34-year-old jazz crooner Mel Tormé seems positively wizened).

But frankly who cares when Girls Town is such a delirious wild ride? These delinquents have impeccable sartorial taste in striped t-shirts, gabardine jackets and saddle shoes. Vocal group The Platters coo ethereal doo-wop in a nightclub sequence. And everyone speaks in ultra-camp hepcat beatnik lingo like “No dice!” “You dig me?” “It’s real gone, ma!” “Not wonderful – crazy! Cool! Fantabulous!” “I’m blasting out of here!” and “You’re in Queersville, man! You’ve flipped!” (Where is this “Queersville” Silver speaks of and how do I get there?). Girls Town is precisely the kind of film that John Waters parodies in his 1990 rockabilly musical Cry-Baby (and the Traci Lords character is directly modelled on Van Doren). See for yourself when the free monthly Lobotomy Room film club (motto: Bad Movies for Bad People) presents Girls Town at Fontaine’s bar (Dalston’s most unique nite spot) on Thursday 17 August! Full squalid details.

[vintageterror]

[yamis-inferno-devlog]

Sorry for the lull in updates. I was sick as a dog 🙃

Some drawings of the eponymous Ran Ransinferno. I'm trying to get her design locked down before I do the player sprites - so that when I inevitably have to redo said sprites and the first iteration ends up buried in the files, they'll at least look nice for the dataminers.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ON THIS DAY IN JUVENILE DELINQUENCY -- STRAIGHT OUTTA OAKLAND.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a mugshot of a young car thief, apprehended, arrested, and booked in Oakland, California, on Saint Valentine's Day, 1957.

"Your whole life, is comin' apart at the seams, You ain't nothin' but a car thief bitin' routines."

-- "Car Thief" (1989) by the BEASTIE BOYS

Source: www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/qikh2.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Mal lui en prit de jouer au "gangster"," La Presse. July 11, 1933. Page 3. ---- Un bambin de 13 ans a voulu faire son petit "gangster" mais a raté son coup de belle façon. Il avait adressé une lettre à une dame A. Beauchamp, 1246, deBullion, la menaçant de dénonciation si elle n'allait pas porter sans faute au "restaurant noir et blanc", angle des rues Sanguinet et Saint-Denis la somme de $75.00. Les policiers informés avisèrent Madame Beauchamp de bourrer une enveloppe de papier et d'aller au restaurant. Le garçonnet l'y attendait et s'empara vite de l'enveloppe mais il n'avait pas si tôt fait demi-tour, qu'il était lui-même saisi par le sergent Rafter et le sergent-détective Valois qui le conduisirent aux cellules de la Cour des jeunes délinquants.

[sinsmadeclear]

[oldshowbiz]

The Wardrobe of Delinquents

[club-cheongyang]

[bitter69uk]

Heartfelt gratitude to everyone who attended the Lobotomy Room film club’s presentation of Lady in a Cage (1964) on 20 July! What a roller coaster of emotions, from the opening credits of a world gone mad (unconscious wino! Couple having sex in a car! A radio announcer ranting about the need for an “anti-Satan missile”! The disturbing use of a dead dog that anticipates John Waters’ in Desperate Living (1977!) onward. Who couldn’t relate when Cornelia Hilyard (Olivia de Havilland) tries to stave off madness while trapped in her “small private elevator” by singing “Alloutte” and composing a poem in her head?

Some further thoughts: does Lady in a Cage represent the most cataclysmic 4th of July weekend captured on film? Is it one of the first-ever “home invasion” thrillers? The British Board of Film Classification was so appalled by Lady in a Cage, it didn’t receive a cinematic release in the UK at all – and in fact only became viewable here in 2000 when it was issued on video! De Havilland was only 47 years-old here and already playing matrons with broken hips! While it’s almost certainly unintentional, the central image of Cornelia in her cage-like elevator recalls Katharine Hepburn in Suddenly Last Summer (1959). Lady in a Cage represented the first time the genteel Academy Award-winning de Havilland dipped her toe into exploitation cinema, but certainly not the last. A year later came hagsploitation classic Hush … Hush, Sweet Charlotte, then she featured in 1970s “disaster movies” like Airport ’77 (1977) and 1978 “killer bees” film The Swarm! Ann Sothern as Sade absolutely excelled at portraying these blowzy middle-aged floozy roles – until later in the decade when Shelley Winters would increasingly monopolize them! Did you notice that in his close-ups James Caan (as Randall, leader of the juvenile delinquents) is wearing more eyebrow pencil and eyeliner than Elvis Presley? If you enjoyed Rafael Campos’ performance as switchblade flourishing Essy, search out the bizarre 1968 exploitation flick The Astro-Zombies in which he co-stars with Tura Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Satana! And what happens to Cornelia’s sexually ambiguous son Malcolm? Anyway, see you third Thursday of August for more lurid lowbrow fun!

[songsofadelaide]

Satoru loves having you around whenever he visits Megumi and Tsumiki in their apartment. The kids adore you more than they let on, after all. He loves the fact that they quickly warmed up to you, especially Megumi, who's known to be such a prickly child.

But what Satoru loves the most is having you all to himself without the school's watchful eyes on you both. He admits that he gets a little handsy when it's just the two of you on a mission together, not that you ever really minded since you loved him so much.

You were fixing Megumi's bedroom when Satoru slinked over and winked at you. He raised a finger to his lips, beckoning you to maintain your silence as he coiled his arms around you and drew you into a warm kiss.

And you nearly lost yourself in that kiss, too, your own arms wrapping around his neck—

"Gojo-san, I need your help."

If there was a world record for dismantling a kiss, you'd probably set the record. You couldn't help but look down at your lap in embarrassment while Satoru rose from his seat across you to approach Megumi, whose hand was still on his door.

"What do you need help with?"

"Why is your face all red?" Came the question from the young boy. You couldn't see his face but you knew from the sound of his voice that he must have a little grimace on. "Please don't do any perverted stuff in my room."

"Okay, that's enough, wise guy. Why don't we..." Satoru stated as he closed the door behind him, the click of the doorknob resonating in the room. In your hands was one of Megumi's half-folded shirts and oh, my gosh, what was I thinking? Was I really about to make out with Satoru here? In Megumi's bedroom?!

When you visited the following week, Megumi was helping you fold his clothes in his room this time, a rather pensive expression on his face as he asked you, "Do you two always do that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Kissing."

That wasn't exactly the most surprising question. Megumi has always been a precocious child who knew far too much for his young age. "O-Oh, well... Not really always. Satoru was just being silly, for the most part."

The blue-eyed boy cocked his head as he turned to you. "And you don't do it with other people?"

"No, I don't. I can only kiss Satoru because he's my most favourite person in the world," you replied to his question with a little shake of your head and a small smile on your face. "I'm sure you'll find that person, too, Megumi-kun. The one you'll want to kiss forever. Perhaps not now, but sometime in the future."

The two of you looked up in surprise when you heard the bedroom door creak open but no one was there.

Satoru had a strange spring in his step on your way back to campus. He held your hand, his grip both tight and tender, and you curled your fingers around his digits to hold him right back.

An excited grin made its way to your lips as you spotted the familiar glint of light from a convenience store. "Oh, Toru, while we're here, do you think I can grab some snacks to share with Shoko, Kento and Kiy—"

As you turned your face in his direction, you were met with his lips suddenly on yours and very little resistance to your favour.

"T-Toru!—"

Satoru stole the grin from your face, his eyes concealed under his sunglasses but you knew exactly how they vanished into his smile. "Grab whatever you want, it's on me. Anything for my most favourite person in the world."

[wombywoo]

Just a collection of work-in-progress tutorials from my artworks over the years 🙆‍♀️ For 'educational purposes' only ;))))))

Hope that cleared a few things up 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

[uwmspeccoll]

Steamy Saturday

Most men fall in love with women. But some men fall in love with themselves.

Jerry Carpenter . . . was flattered to accept a "body beautiful" photographer's offer. . . .

And when he found out the manner in which his photos were being touched up and peddled to perverts, he knew he had to break away. . . . But then he was already in too deep!

MUSCLE BOY, a novel that bares the naked truth about the Beefcake Kings.

Bud Clifton's Muscle Boy may not have a whole lot of romance, but it is steamy for all kinds of other reasons. Published in 1958 by Ace Books, the story centers on the travails of teenage bodybuilder Jerry Carpenter who is naively seduced by an unscrupulous photographer into the netherworld of gay beefcake publications. Along the way, Jerry encounters a full cast of nefarious noir-inflected characters keeping him rooted in the seedy underbelly of light porn. It seemed like easy money, but now he wanted out. Oh, the shame of it all! But all is not lost; there's still his young sweetheart who still believes in him.

Bud Clifton is the pen name of American novelist David Derek Stacton (1923-1968), who under his own name wrote several well-received novels, mainly historical fiction, and works of non-fiction. In his short 15-year career, Stacton published 14 novels and three lengthy non-fiction works. The Guardian called him "the most unjustly neglected American novelist of the post-second world war era." Reportedly gay himself with a penchant for drag, his pulp novels under the Clifton nom de plume, with lurid stories of violent youth, proved particularly popular and were top sellers for Ace. Wikipedia notes this about Muscle Boy:

Muscle Boy, which features in many histories of gay pulp fiction, was inspired by an actual crime ring based in San Francisco, but Clifton transplanted the action to Muscle Beach and populated it with an assortment of flamboyant party boys and hustlers. The reaction of the real life figures identifiable in the novel was one reason he left the San Francisco area, more or less permanently, in 1959.

Ace Books is especially well known for its line of science fiction paperbacks, but in the 1950s it also ventured into a line of juvenile delinquent novels in its now quite collectable "D" series. Muscle Boy is D-330 in the series and bears original cover art by American painter and prolific crime noir cover artist Robert Maguire (1921-2005).

View other gay fiction posts.

View other pulp fiction posts.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Boy Was Arrested On Arson Charge," Kingston Whig-Standard. June 21, 1933. Page 3. ---- Provincial Constable W. J. Tomlinson late yesterday placed under arrest Andrew Mouck, from near Mountain Grove, a boy of sixteen years charged with theft of a bicycle and setting fire to a barn. On June 3rd the barn owned by Robert Mond of Arden was burned. In the contents of the barn was a bicycle which could not be located after the fire.

Nothing was said about the bicycle in an endeavor to locate its whereabouts without arousing suspicion. While on his way to Arden yesterday afternoon. Officer Tomlinson was notified by Mr. Mond as to the whereabouts of the bicycle. The latter located the bicycle and also took into custody Andrew Mouck and brought him to the city before Magistrate D. J. Rankin last evening. The case was remanded for eight days.

According to Officer Tomblison, the boy admitted taking the bicycle and lit a match in the barn.

[futurebird]

Tulip escaped again! She’s too smart! I caught her but she almost got taken by the house spider. She is home safe. I’m so glad she’s ok. This ant will be the death of me.

Why do I have such bad sneaky little ants??

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

A Clockwork Orange (1971)  adapted, produced, and directed by Stanley Kubrick