Don Craig

Don Craig’s name floats around in those weird, wild corners of cult cinema—the kind of films you stumble across at 2 a.m. when you’re already half-convinced you’re dreaming. He’s got this sort of “blink and you’ll miss him” energy, but the guy’s filmography? Honestly, it’s a fever dream in itself. Shanty Tramp (1967) is pure, sticky Southern Gothic—think swampy backroads, sweat-stained shirt collars, and trouble that rolls in on the humidity. The movie’s got that classic exploitation vibe: a small-town girl with a reputation, a traveling preacher, racial tension thick enough to slice with a butter knife… and Don? He slides into this world like he’s always belonged in the margins. Fast forward to Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things (1971)—just the title alone is a trip. This one’s a Florida-set oddball crime flick, but honestly, it’s way more than that. There’s cross-dressing, mobsters on the run, and a campy, slightly unhinged energy that shoves “serious cinema” right out the window. Don Craig isn’t the lead, but his presence adds this offbeat flavor, like a bit of cayenne in your otherwise normal stew. Then there’s 1,000 Shapes of a Female (1963), which is basically the cinematic equivalent of a beatnik snapping their fingers at a strip club. It’s low-budget, high-weirdness, and full of that early-’60s “anything goes” attitude. Craig’s roles in these movies aren’t about stealing the spotlight—they’re about coloring outside the lines, making you remember the oddballs even when the credits roll.