Saturday, March 12, 2016

movie review, blood alley, 1955

Robert Morrison is some kind of gronk queer, if he was around today he'd be called tom Sullivan and he'd work in radio and 'discover' Ryan seecret. He's on a tug boat with Cathy and she's way too hot for him but morrisons only competition is a bunch of commie chinks. Cathy fries Morrison two eggs, proving that point. The commies amaze us by not eating each other, Morrison barks some orders and there's a commercial break.


Cathy stands in a studio in LA rubbing a green towel on Morrison's face. There's a transparent pane with water running down it in front of a camera, simulating a storm. Her meaning is she has fallen in love with Morrison. She's horny and not into yellow dick.


Kazakhstan was recruited to do the production design by the looks of things. Cathy left, Morrison is probably hungry.


Morrison gives a rousing john wayne-like speech, telling the commie Chinese not to eat their babies if they are female but the people think he is stupid. A ship sinks, Kazakhstan goes broke. The Japanese or Mao Zedong are shooting at Morrison and his yellow friends. Maybe they want to war.


Cathy finds out there's only yellow dick for miles and runs back to tom. It isn't the Japanese shelling tom and crew but Mao Zedong and his mates. They don't want to rob the proletariat class and run to Australia just yet but Morrison avoids their shelling attack just. Cathy is playing with a poll in some reeds, maybe they're looking for Moses. Who knows. This movie sux but at least the people in the 1950s aren't total douches like nowadays, even if they were yellow.


now all the stinking rich yellow commies with all the money from the Marxist proletariat can come to Australia and buy a phoney degree for quarter million dollars from the lying English and their pretend to be English but not be English buddies. After they have their fraud degree they can get a qualified worker visa and go to America.

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