His Maniacal Girl-Eating Machine

Just another mad scientist, about to push the fatal button. Where do these guys keep getting their pretty victims?

Artwork is from the cover of Jungla #28.

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Mankind’s Greatest Pinch

There are many pleasures to reading Agnès Giard’s L’imaginaire érotique au Japon, but I think the one I like best is finding artists I’ve never heard of before. The one I want to share today is Kiyoaki Kanai, a painter with a lush classical style and a decided taste for kink. With due warning that some stuff there might be a little harsh for some tastes, and also the the Japanese-language linkage might be hard to follow, I can strongly recommend his site and provide herein some of the nicer samples therefrom. As Giard quite rightly remarks, “son art est populaire, épique, visuellement frappant.”

Starting on the relatively vanilla side, Kanai imagines a near-future version of the Summer Olympics to which certain… improvements have been made:

Even I might watch.

But of course much of Kanai’s work indulges a taste for bondage, often in fantasy or “historical” settings.

Mad science? Possibly with a little bit of ASFR flavoring? Check.

You can see how this artist managed to catch my eye.

And Kanai certainly has no fear of being even weirder. I must say I had a tricky (if hardly unpleasant) time trying to imagine the sequence of events that led up to whatever is going on in this painting:

There’s Japanese text on the accompanying index page but sadly I don’t read Japanese, and this is what came back from Google translate:

With the outcome, “Solis” is far away from the universe’s super heroine came to earth to protect the peace.

Formidable opponent this time, but the fate of Darisu Solis Witch of the universe, accompanied by his dogs came a nasty slider evil octopus impundulu Passerat and space.

Solis Darisu defeat the purpose, is to conquer the Earth. Tokyo has already become a sea of fire, mankind’s greatest pinch!

Squirrel-Soviet and lose! Solis with the outcome!

“Mankind’s greatest pinch!” Sounds rather painful.

I hope we don’t have to wait too long before Google translate manifests certain… improvements.

Bee Girl Genesis

Having had the pleasure of recently posting on real octopus sex, my naughty mind naturally turned to the question of what else I might be able to post on in the “sexy female invertebrates who kill their mates.” And that of course, takes me right back to my beloved domain of weird cinema, in this case to Invasion of the Bee Girls, released thirty-six years ago this Monday.

As tireless (but never tiresome) weird movie web reviewer El Santo so aptly puts it, we have in this strange movie evidence that the popular culture of the early 1970s was completely out of its mind. A mad scientist is abducting the women of a small town and running them though a bizarre procedure involving radiation and lots and lots of bees. The women then turn into “bee girls,” who in turn kill men through sexual exhaustion.

One twist: the mad scientist is a beautiful woman, played by Anitra Ford.

Now there’s a great deal of gratuitous nudity, sex, and violence packed into this flick’s 85-minute runtime, as well as a great deal that simply beggars belief. I won’t review it in detail since I think El Santo (among many others) does a bang-up job doing so already. But I did want to at least show a bit of its main bee-girl transformation scene, because this in particular is a jaw-dropper.

Mad Scientist Lady and her crew kidnap the wife of a corporate scientist. (The wife is played by Anna Aries.) After sedating her and stripping her naked, they dose her with radiation:

A process which our victim seems to find not unpleasant, actually.

They then proceed to cover her in some sort of honey-like goop…

And place her in a chamber with (all you insect fetishists, prepare to be delighted) an awful lot of bees, who enclose her in a cocoon.

After all this and a bit of fun penetrating radiation treatment, our victim emerges, astonished and transformed, and a newly-made bee girl (note compound eyes). Mad Scientist Lady seems quite pleased.

I’ve watched this scene any number of times and still marvel that someone obviously went to a lot of trouble to script it, set it up, and shoot it. I wish I could have watched that being planned (“Okay, next we’ll put her in a chamber full of bees! Yea, that’s it!”)

We get bonus cheesecake later on when Mad Scientist Lady attempts to subject Miss September 1967 Victoria Vetri to the same treatment.

But unfortunately for science a Government Agent Hero Guy played by former Marlboro Man William Smith bursts in and rescues her, killing Mad Scientist Lady and her coven of Bee Girls in the process. Which is too bad. I was rooting for the Bee Girls.

I am hard pressed to think of any other piece of soft-sci-fi sexploitation that has the same utter courage of its demented convictions as this movie does, and I wonder (and in fact, sort of regret) that there aren’t more like it. Speculation and suggestions for further related viewing are welcome in the comments.

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