When: Wed., April 26, 9 p.m.
They just don't make exploitation films like they used to. In a world where every thought and impulse can be uploaded in a matter of moments, how could cinema capture that thrill of transgression, or even evoke the thought, "They made a movie about this?" Witness the fruits of a bygone age in the 1987 Troma release Surf Nazis Must Die, which is about a post-apocalyptic California coast ruled by gangs and the gun-wielding elderly woman who goes after the Nazis who killed her son. (They have names like Adolf and Eva and, in one case, a metal claw for a hand.) It's difficult to recommend this film by most standards of quality, but those who enjoy awkward dialogue, random violence and nudity, and a plot whose logic proportionately increases as you imbibe alcohol may sit back and let nostalgia for movies like this wash over them like the chill waters of a California tide, red with the blood of racist surfer gangs. —Zack Smith