| Peter Graves | ... | Martin Davis | |
| Lita Milan | ... | Marie Hebert | |
| Douglas Fowley | ... | Emil Hebert | |
| Jonathan Haze | ... | Bos | |
| Ed Nelson | ... | Etienne (as Edwin Nelson) | |
| Eugene Sonfield | ... | Jean Tithe | |
| Evelyn Hendrickson | ... | Doucette | |
| Milton Schneider | ... | Cousine | |
| Michael Romano | ... | Felician | |
| Timothy Carey | ... | Ulysses (as Tim Carey) |
Directed by | |||
| Harold Daniels | |||
Writing credits(in alphabetical order) | ||
| Edward I. Fessler | screenplay | |
| Edward I. Fessler | story | |
Produced by | |||
| M.A. Ripps | .... | producer | |
Original Music by | |||
| Edward I. Fessler | |||
| Gerald Fried | |||
Cinematography by | |||
| Ted Saizis | |||
| Vincent Saizis | |||
Film Editing by | |||
| Maurice Wright | |||
Costume Design by | |||
| Leon K. Zainey | |||
Second Unit Director or Assistant Director | |||
| Harry Templeton | .... | first assistant director | |
Sound Department | |||
| Don McKay | .... | sound mixer | |
Visual Effects by | |||
| Louis DeWitt | .... | photographic effects | |
| Jack Rabin | .... | photographic effects | |
Music Department | |||
| Gerald Fried | .... | conductor | |
| Gilbert D. Marchant | .... | music editor (as Gilbert Marchant) | |
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Many know the story of this notorious trash classic. United Artists released it as LEGEND OF THE BAYOU in 1956, and it went nowhere. Infamous exploitation guru M.A. Ripps acquired re-release rights, slapped on a new wraparound and title, and sent it out to drive-ins across America with a lurid ad campaign that whet the appetites of all but the dead ("Due to the abnormal subject matter depicted in POOR WHITE TRASH, no-one under 17 will be admitted, and armed policemen will be on hand at all times!!!") And there the legend ends for most people, who've never seen the film, due to reviewers dismissing it as "mediocre", "boring," "a real nothing," etc. But in fact, PWT is a well-crafted, steamy and gripping melodrama with gorgeous black and white photography and enough over-the-top performances to put it on anyone's cultfilm faves list. Graves, fresh from IT CONQUERED THE WORLD, is engaging as Martin, wimpy white-bread architect who learns he must fight, and fight dirty, to survive in backwoods America (and get the sexy chick). Milan is fiery and flirty as the sultry half-breed, speaking with a French accent but looking more like an Italian maid or Gypsy fortune teller. Tim Carey plays the villain, a nasty Greek jerk named Ulysses, in a performance that can only be described as breathtaking. U's Cajun dance, in which he grabs at himself up and howls like a wolf, looks like a cross between convulsive seizure and autoerotic stimulation, and is one of the most astoundingly bizarre moments in cultfilm history. And if that don't get you, how about everybody's favorite nebbish, Jonathan Haze, as Ulysses' deaf-mute flunky? Most of the remaining, peripheral characters talk in such a heavy (probably authentic) French/Cajun accent, you can't understand but half of it. Director Daniels really knows what he's doing. There's some great montage work and optical tricks worthy of the best foreign art film. There's an excruciatingly sensual rape scene, where Marie and Ulysses run through the dark woods and tangle in the muddy swamps, that's arty and sexual and very heavy (and also gives the film its notorious near-nude scene, as the busty Marie rolls around the mud in bra and panties). When, at film's end, Marie and Martin finally get it together, they do it in a shack during a curiously-timed hurricane, giving their animal passion a most apt and gripping visual metaphor. With this and A DATE WITH DEATH (the infamous subliminal motion picture) under his belt, Daniels is one of the unexplored enigmas of 50s indie filmmaking. And its all punctuated by a great, virtually avant-garde score by Gerald Fried, blending various ethnic musical motifs, including some percussive riffs that are downright experimental. Producer Ripps' addition to this flick, other than its healthy second life, is a silly wraparound wherein a wandering minstrel strolls through the shady glen, plucking a banjo and singing the title song, which sounds suspiciously like a rip-off of that old public domain chestnut, "Shortnin' Bread". Now, thanks to crystal-clear video, we can see, as opposed to being the laughable throwaway piece of trashfilm lore, what an astounding film this really is.