#satan in high heels

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Join us at Fontaine’s bar on 18 July when the FREE Lobotomy Room cinema club presents Satan in High Heels (1962)! (Rescheduled from June!).  

Hard-boiled and stylish, Satan in High Heels represents the acme of early sixties sexploitation cinema NOT made by Russ Meyer. Characterized by exceptionally good acting, atmospheric film noir black-and-white cinematography and an urgent jazz soundtrack, Satan was filmed in just 21 days with an estimated budget of less than $100,000 – and is a taut 89-minute journey into deep sleaze!

Weary of her hard-scrabble two-bit existence bumping-and-grinding in the carnival, scheming, manipulative and utterly amoral fairground burlesque dancer Stacey Kane (Meg Myles) ditches her useless junkie husband and flees to New York to re-invent herself as a singer. Cynically employing sex and a smile, the redheaded vixen inveigles her way into a gig crooning at the upscale Greenwich Village nightclub managed by fiercely chic and jaded lesbian proprietress Pepe (the reliably intense Grayson Hall). Stacey promptly becomes the mistress of wealthy married businessman Arnold Kenyon, but – to considerably complicate things – she also pursues Kenyon’s feckless beatnik son Laurence! As the poster’s tagline leers “The father … the son … the husband … the lover … they all had her … but she had them – right where the heat was hottest!”

Aside from some fleeting glimpses of side boob in a gratuitous skinny-dipping scene, no actual nudity is on display. But Satan’s producer Leonard Burtman’s background was in the realm of fetish porn magazines and that sensibility is amply reflected onscreen in the emphasis on Stacey’s spike-heeled Spring-o-Lator mules and the kinky black leather dominatrix ensemble she wears (complete riding crop) growling the climactic musical number “The Female of the Species” (sample lyric: "I'm the kind of woman/ Not hard to understand / I'm the kind that cracks the whip / And takes the upper hand"). Everyone snarls their tough-as-nails dialogue, chain-smokes and knocks-back hard liquor. (You could play a fun drinking game taking a sip every time a character onscreen does, but it would risk projectile vomiting!). Reserve your seat NOW via bookings@fontaines.bar. Full deets here.

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Meg Myles IS "Satan in High Heels"

Meg Myles IS “Satan in High Heels”

What a great double feature this will make with today’s earlier post on Jack Smith, he thought, rubbing his hands together… The mature Meg Myles (1934-2019) was a regular on soap operas the 1980s like The Edge of Night, All My Children, and Search for Tomorrow. She also had small roles in well known movies like Coogan’s Bluff (1968), and The Anderson Tapes (1971). But her real heyday had been…

[bitter69uk]

Coming to the Lobotomy Room cinema club presentation of tawdry exploitation b-movie Satan in High Heels (1962) at Fontaine’s on 20 June? Of course you are! An added incentive is catching simpering ultra-kitsch sex bomb Sabrina (nee Norma Ann Sykes, the British Jayne Mansfield) playing herself as anti-heroine Stacey Kane’s bitter burlesque rival. Her performance is gloriously awful! “Angel!” she exclaims, bursting into the club accompanied by a giant poodle after returning from a tour where she’s been the toast of Europe. “You look wonderful,” Pepe (the chic lesbian nightclub proprietress played by Grayson Hall) enthuses. “It’s clean living, darling!” Sabrina explains, then immediately asks for a cigarette. Reserve your seat NOW via bookings@fontaines.bar. Details here.

Satan in High Heels (Jerald Intrator, 1962)

[hellgirl666xx]

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[bitter69uk]

Died on this day: Britain's Jayne Mansfield, TV personality, b-movie starlet, pin-up, Stockport’s finest export and all-round glamour girl (when that was still a legit job title) – the fabulously ridiculous Sabrina (née Norma Ann Sykes, 19 May 1936 - 24 November 2016)! In her 1950s and 60s heyday, the sex kitten’s sensational 42½ inch bust and a 19-inch waist earned her lecherous publicity titles like “Britain's finest hourglass”, “Queen of the Big Top" and "The Juliet with the Built-in Balcony.” Sabrina also had great taste in men: she enjoyed a tempestuous fling with film noir tough guy Steve Cochran in the fifties. I treasure Sabrina’s gloriously awful performance in 1962 American sexploitation masterpiece Satan in High Heels. But I also clearly need to seek out The Ice House (1969) (aka Love in Cold Blood and The Passion Pit) in which Sabrina plays Venus De Marco, a role originally intended for Jayne Mansfield before her death. (The part was also offered to Mamie Van Doren, Diana Dors and Joi Lansing).

Norma Sykes (Sabrina) in front of a mirror in Las Vegas, Nevada; 1962

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[bitter69uk]

Heartfelt gratitude to everyone who attended the Lobotomy Room cinema club’s presentation of 1962 sexploitation masterpiece Satan in High Heels on Thursday 18 July! Damn – this particular club felt jinxed! If it feels like I’ve been banging on about Satan in High Heels for an eternity, the film was meant to be our featured title in June, and we had to cancel at the very last minute due to a crisis at the venue and reschedule it for July. I’ve got to admit the sparse attendance on Thursday night felt like a dagger through my heart. Reservations-wise, we had a full house in June and then an even fuller house for July (we deliberately overbook knowing there will always be flaky people who don’t turn up). Where was everyone? But the hip attendees who WERE there totally engaged with Satan’s sleazy urgency! I’ve seen Satan MANY times at this point and am still discovering and appreciating something new (like how it begins and concludes with perfect circularity, with the exact same snatch of circus calliope music). With its emphasis on high-heeled mules and leather, Satan is a fetishist’s delight! I’m the first to admit I know virtually nothing about its director Jerald Intrator (1920 - 1988), who was clearly no hack and a filmmaker of real verve and attack. Should I investigate his other titles like The Orgy at Lil’s Place (1963) and Caught in the Act (1966)? Leading lady Meg Myles is riveting as bitch goddess anti-heroine Stacey, and I maintain that (with her ginger beehive and tight pencil skirts ) if you squint your eyes, she anticipates Christina Hendricks in Mad Men. Myles should have been a much bigger star! Finally, if you liked Mundell Lowe’s urgent finger-snappin’ jazz soundtrack, it’s on Spotify! Listen to it and feel like you’re living in your own personal b-movie! I’ll announce the August film club title soon.

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tag revamp pt. 1.

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 801-810

• according to Luke, Raphael has excellent potion making experience. However sometimes his angelic powers influence the potions and they turn out incorrectly.

• In addition to cats, Satan also really likes hedgehogs and would like one as a familiar.

• Diavolo mentioned Leviathan was excited getting to dress up as a cat maid.

• Lotan’s card-art debut was in the background of the card Resentment Runs Deep.

• Unlike demons and angels, reapers don’t appear to have much more strength than humans do.

• Beelzebub doesn’t like wearing high heels because the heels always end up snapping.

• In the Idol AU, Luke and Simeon’s idol group name is Rengoku.

• Levi is currently interested in the anime “Herbalist’s Dairies” the devildom version of Apothecary Diaries and “100 Demons who really, really, really, really, really adore you” the devildom version of 100 Girlfriends who really, really, really, really, really love you

• Barbatos intends to open a Diavolo museum after Diavolo ascends the throne

• Solomon once had the secret culprit in a book spoiled for him after seeing a demon wearing a shirt with a quote by the culprit on it.

[zephyrchama]

Satan with an MC who's not academically inclined. An MC who doesn't enjoy studying, who doesn't read books for fun, who would much rather be anywhere other than a quiet library. Someone with what he, a demon with high standards, considers to have low intellect and low grades, who doesn't think things through before rushing into them head-first.

Satan finds them ridiculous. They're crazy, a complete wild card. He can't take his eyes off of them. What a troublesome human. How absurd and silly and endearing. What a captivating human. If they can't sit still for five minutes, he'll just have to follow their lead to the ends of the Earth.

Satan has trouble coming to terms with the fact he's head over heels for them. It frustrates him to no end. The realization hit him like a truck out of the blue one day, and he's already fallen hard. So hard that he can't possibly imagine being with anyone else. That's okay. Satan convinces himself he has enough book-smarts to make up for the both of them.

Satan knows his human is foolish, but nobody else can dare say that out loud. That's Satan's privilege and his alone. People quickly learn to avoid demeaning MC if they don't want to incur Satan's wrath. His nose may be stuck in a novel but his eyes aren't following the words, they're following the human in his peripheral vision.

They're a breath of fresh air. They don't overthink things. They don't make situations complicated. They're Satan's favorite kind of open book. They force him to live in the moment. MC might not know complex math or obscure history, but nobody can teach Satan the joys of life and emotion quite like his human can.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Eddie hated this and he'd just started.

See, he was so proud when he made it, when he got his first office job. He saw what decades of physical labor did to Wayne's back, his hands, and he wanted to make his uncle proud. So he kept applying and applying and getting ignored and rejected and finally, finally he got a job in a pretty large corporate. Not exactly something prestigious, but hey, it had potential. The experience counted and all that.

He thought maybe workplaces would be different, that the good ol' high school dynamic would fuck off, but no. He was sitting at his desk, trying to fill in paperwork after a taxing phone call, but all he could focus on was whispering from the neighboring cubicle that was ostentatiously loud. He didn't know who sat there yet, the guy had been on vacation for the two weeks Eddie was in the company. From the stuff he was hearing, he was getting introduced anyway and not exactly the way he'd have liked to be.

"Can you believe they actually let him work here?" It was Carol, of course it was, the office gossip and mean girl knockoff. "I mean, he doesn't even look decent! Did you see that hair?" Okay, that hurt. He actually pulled his hair into a neat bun every morning, but you can't please some people. "And he has tattoos, what would our customers think if they actually met him, plus you should have heard the rumors about his past-!"

But just as he was about to slam down the pile of paperwork and either take an extended smoke break or gently ask Carol to go fuck a polar bear, he heard another voice. Bored and wonderfully bitchy.

"That's absolutely fascinating, Carol. Please tell me more, what could this guy possibly have done? It must be something juicy. Did he perhaps fuck his boss during the Christmas party and then lie about it to his boyfriend of five years? Oh wait no. That was you. Silly me."

Eddie had to bite his pencil to stay quiet, but his whole chest hurt by trying to keep the snickering in. And then the offended gasp. "I- you promised you wouldn't-!"

"I didn't promise shit, Carol. You just came to me, cried your eyes out - bad move by the way, invest in some waterproof mascara for god's sake, mascara in wrinkles doesn't good on anyone, and yes, you do have wrinkles - and tried to play the victim. Except I heard your small proposition to the guy before so it didn't really work out. But it's fine, you know," and oooh, the tone was smug, so bored, Eddie loved this guy already, "Tommy saw you as well and had a good time with Nicole to get even. So there's nothing to worry about. Now tell me, what did this horrible Eddie Munson do to summon wrath of such a righteous woman such as yourself?"

Eddie heard a sharp sound as Carol got up from the desk. "Fuck you, Steve Harrington," she spat out and sped past Eddie's seat. He just gave her a small salute.

When the sound of high heels faded, Eddie leaned over the cubicle wall and knocked to draw the guy's attention. And yeah, maybe he was a little bit biased because he'd just obliterated a textbook definition of a shrew, but this Steve was fucking gorgeous, light brown eyes looking at him, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

"Oh hi," said Steve and offered his hand, shaking Eddie's. "Sorry for that. I'm Steve Harrington and whatever deepest, darkest secrets you're hiding, I don't care, I'm pretty sure I've heard them all. What did you do? Shave your head in school? Join a cult? Cut dolls apart and chant hail Satan?"

That had Eddie laughing again, but he still had an introduction to make. A proper one. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Eddie Munson, and I'm worse than your darkest nightmares. I sometimes wear socks in sandals."

Steve's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, Carol was right, you are a monster!" he muttered. "Speaking of monsters..." His head leaned to the side, towards Carol who was angrily carrying her coffee mug, her mascara running again.

Before he could catch himself, Eddie leaned over the wall and whispered as loudly as he could muster. "Can you believe some people wear dotted dresses with stripes on their stockings? We can't all be born with taste, I guess...tragic."

And again, maybe Eddie was just biased, but Steve's laughter was so pretty that it actually made dealing with Carol's bullshit worth it.

[skyeslittlecorner]

The height of WHB demons

A random thought that came to my mind after a conversation with a friend. Let's check how tall our hotties are. At first I thought about checking the height using sprite, because the kings are quite adequate to the descriptions. The only thing I would disagree with is Beel and Levi, but Levi leans over a bit, which may be why he seems shorter when they should be the same height.

Satan you smol bean <;33

Then. I saw Foras and Bael's poses. Well, nothing from the foreground.

Funfact - the difference between Glasyal and Mammon sprites is the same as that between Mammon and Beel. Yes, Glasya is taller. Yes, I know that canonically he is probably the only devil the size of Mammon, but I changed my mind and went to compare them differently.

There will be very loose comparisons. This can't be done very reliably, but in the comics we can see here and there what they look like standing next to each other.

By the way! I hope I didn't confuse inch when converting them from cm, but I have no idea about imperial units. It won't be worse than Michael and his 38 cm anyway.

UPDATE: YEAH I DID CONFUSE IT LOL. Because it turned out that I had converted the units incorrectly (very sorry, my fault!), I'll just stick to cm for now. If I have time, maybe I will try to calculate it again.

Let's start with something smol easy - Satan - 178 cm.

You know I'm obsessed with these two. This was the only time I counted the pixels (in Sitri's stupid heels) to know if he was taller than Satan without them. And yes. He is. (It's also possible that Sitri is tilting his head a little, but we got the general idea of them.)

It looks like Sitri is something between 180-183 cm. Compared to Sitri, Satan is high to the top of his horn, while Minhyeok is halfway up. So, Minhyeok should also be a little shorter than Satan (or his height).

It's a bit difficult with Belial, because he leans over, but it looks like he will be about half a head taller than Satan. Astaroth is a tower, no surprises.

Next, Beelzebub - 188 cm.

First, BAEL YOU'RE ???HIGHER??? THAN BEEL? So you're 190 cm tall AT LEAST? And he has no heels yes I checked!

And I thought I couldn't love you more, just give me a kiss. Andrea you can too-

Ekhm. So. Andrea is not a tower, but a whole skyscraper. And that's so hot of him. Unfortunately, either one or the other is leaning, so it's hard to judge, but Andrea should be about 200 cm. It actually fits, because from the description of the country it seems that the devils from Nilfheim are the most stature ones due to their rigorous military training. Glasyal, make room for your friend in the giants' team.

Another fun fact: Comparing the sprites, he's barely up to Mammon's (201 cm) chin. That's why I don't trust it.

Leviathan - 187 cm

It looks like Levi and Gabriel are the same height, possibly Gabriel a little taller.

I know it's probably a perspective, but imagine that our extraordinary ancestor, a grand(x666)father who orphaned 80 demons and after which we have to clean up is actually small lol

In the second one, the perspective can also make a difference, but I chose it because it looks quite okay compared to Levi's other comics. (And you can definitely see them better than when they're rolling around on the floor.) Anyway, it's my dream that Foras would be a little shorter than Levi.

Update: Chapter 5 confirms that both Leviathan and Foras are of similar height when standing side by side.

Here he is, a Burj Khalifa of a man, Mammon - 201 cm

Like Levi, he doesn't know how to pose at all. That's why he is only with Bimet. In both of them, Bimet is more or less up to his shoulder, which is comparable to Satan, which gives us ~180 cm. I expected more from you, Bimet. Disappointing.

That's all I have compared to kings. But.

There are several devils that can be estimated from each other, but since we don't know how tall they are, we can only compare them. Let's do it, because why not.

Paimon and Leraye - only one screenshot, but they will be of similar height. They can be seen together quite often. Here they can be seen simply most clearly in terms of height. (In one comic they are also next to each other, but there are different panels so the perspective may also differ.)

Of course Paimon is bending over here, but I put it in here rather following in the thought of the little grandpa. Impossible, because I doubt Paimon will be that small (still funny to imagine).

I didn't expect Morax to be so tall. Taller and better built than Buer. He looks so delicate in his sprite, but in the comics he's hot. (I had to cut off Marbas's legs to get Tumblr to let me post it. I recommend the entire panel.)

Another interesting thing. I fully agree that Ronove is much bigger than Dantalian. But for Phenix to be the simillar height as Ronove? Yes, the perspective here is not one to one, but I didn't expect Phenix to be quite high.

Phew! I think that's all I could glean, at least from things that looked somewhat legit. There was a lot. Congratulations if you made it to the end! I wonder how much of this will turn out to be true in the future.

[bitter69uk]

Meet Stacey Kane – the Satan in High Heels! Weary of her hard-scrabble two-bit existence bumping-and-grinding in the carnival fairground, the scheming, mercenary and utterly amoral burlesque dancer (sin-sationally played by jazz chanteuse, actress and pin-up queen Meg Myles) robs her useless heroin addict husband Rudy (Earl Hammond) of $900 and – quickly belting a trench coat over her skimpy tightly-corseted showgirl outfit - flees to New York.  “Don’t get your hopes up and keep your eyes on the road! I want to get where I’m going,” the devilish redhead snarls when the cabdriver dares to flirt. “And step on it!” What happens next? You’ll have to join us on Thursday 20 June at Fontaine’s bar in Dalston when the FREE monthly Lobotomy Room cinema club (committed to Bad Movies for Bad People) presents ultra-lurid and irresistible 1962 sexploitation classick Satan in High Heels in all its sleazy glory! Numbers are limited, so reserve your seat via Fontaine’s website. Alternatively, phone 07718000546 or email bookings@fontaines.bar. Full putrid details here.

Satan in High Heels (Jerald Intrator, 1962)

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“The female of the species is more deadly than the male …”

It’s TONIGHT! YES! One last call for the Thursday 18 July LOBOTOMY ROOM cinema club presentation of tawdry 1962 sexploitation masterpiece Satan in High Heels at Fontaine’s in Dalston! I have no ideas about seat availability at this point, so email bookings@fontaines.bar or phone 07718000546 ASAP! Pictured: an article promoting Satan in High Heels in men’s magazine Orbit in 1961. Full deets here.