MIDNIGHT INTRUDERS (1987) Directed by Gary Graver
Even Steven Productions, Inc. VHS
THE FILM
Sex. Airplanes. Airplanes. Sex. You know you want it.
Before passing on in 2006, Gary Graver sought to prove that a common line could indeed be drawn between hardcore pornography, Orson Welles, and the film Trick Or Treats. So, draw he did. Upon exhausting a forty year supply of Pink Pearls and charcoal pencils, G.G. was left with two entities. One, a bunch of weird sketches with titles such as Flesh And Boner, Orson Welles' Magic Show, and Party Camp. And two, the FILM Midnight Intruders. Midnight Intruders! Rock bottom. "The pits". A filthy, smelly one. Apt descriptors? Perhaps. Thankfully, our sharpened minds are able to assess this situation correctly. Sex? Airplanes? Moog blenders? Whip out the checkbook.
Wall murals, planes, upsidedown shots, and a whole lot of humping; five minutes down! Mr. Alan Savage slams a bathroom door four times in a row through the magic of jump edits. Out of tune folk-rock accompanies Alan and his wife to the airport. He says, "Did you press my grey coat? THAT'S JUST BULLSHIT!" Mrs. Alan Savage calls a guy involved in a three-way and talks dirty. Then, he stops by and they do it everywhere. In the sauna. On the Wurlitzer jukebox. Up against the wall murals. During a disgusting foot massage. Alan returns from the airport. He is not pleased. Death! Destruction! A Quadead Zone kitchen tussle! Soon enough, a pair of burglars -- "The Catman" and "The Catwoman" -- break in, inject Mrs. Savage with heroin, feel her boobs, and eat justice at the hands of the three-way guy. The Catwoman's hair will probably turn you on. Mr. Three-Way and Mrs. Savage drive away and fall off a cliff. This is sad. I think. FINIS.
Whoops. I gave it all away! Midnight Intruders is non-cinema at a very stimulating apex. It's kind of like Eric Rohmer's pointless Suzanne's Career with a bunch of sex and degeneracy thrown in. Slimy. Explicit. Inexplicable. In short, a real page-turner. Since this 58 minute film is hilariously post-dubbed, shot and edited under an obvious influence of fantastic drugs, and seems unable to follow any sort of coherent path, the audaciousness is allowed to shine. That's what keeps you glued. Sure, Graver's bizarre Trick Or Treats had lil' Chris Graver ("SUUCCKKAHHH!"), but Midnight has The Catwoman and her hair. And detailed instructions on how to fill your body with heroin. No contest.
He was a sly one, that Gary Graver.
AUDIO AND VIDEO
I assumed that Swingers Massacre was an impromptu discharge from Even Steven Productions, but lookout! They're back! The print is clean, but color is faded. Sound is overly muffled. Unacceptable. Midnight Intruders deserves more respect. Even Steven, this bridge is burned.
EXTRAS
The Vestron VHS of Party Camp is buried on my shelf. "Party your brains out. Cause serious damage." Why haven't I watched this yet?! Oh yeah. It's underneath Computer Beach Party. A guy has to have priorities.
FINAL THOUGHTS
Do you want to experience the impertinent scuzz of Midnight Intruders? I should hope so. Gary Graver's penchant for disorderly fiascos hits a peak with this obscenely rare (and just plain obscene) film. It's worth seeing for that reason alone. Plus, it only lasts for 58 minutes. In a perfect world, all films would run 58 minutes. Is Midnight Intruders a look into the perfect world? Perhaps, only Gary Graver knew the answer.
Thanks to Eric Robitaille for providing a copy of this film!
— Joseph A. Ziemba, 07.12.07 | 
Mrs. Savage (obviously)
Now you're talkin'
Midnight Protruder
Fructis calling
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