Today is the 79th birthday of the writer-director Paul Morrissey, whose great contributions to cinema have entirely been swallowed up by his producer, a certain somebody or other named Andy Warhol. (Andy even had the indecency to steal February 22nd from Paul -- Andy died on this day thirty years ago, in 1987.)
Morrissey gave us Flesh, Trash, Heat, Blood For Dracula & this here Frankenstein movie, among others (not to mention creating the Velvet Underground) yet most people seem to think of them (if they think of them at all) as Warhol's movies - pretty sure I've been listening to Paul rightfully bitch about that state of affairs all my life. Poor thing. But hey Paul, listen: if your consolation prize is "you spent years aiming your camera at the bare ass of Joe Dallesandro," you don't get to complain, okay?
Who we should really feel sorry for is poor Sacha (Srdjan Zelenovic) -- his only crime was wanting a piece of that, and instead all he gets is the business end of Udo Kier's shears. (Note to anyone listening: "Udo Kier's Shears" = great band name.) But these movies are always such frustrating gay teases - lots of leering but no follow-through.
FUN FACT: the special effects in this movie, including poor Sacha's brutal silly decapitation, were created special-effects legend Carlo Rambaldi, who besides splashing cheap blood and guts all over a bunch of wonderful Italian giallo like Deep Red, A Bay of Blood and A Lizard in a Woman's Skinalso designed E.T. for Steven Spielberg (not to mention the aliens in Close Encounters), the space worms for David Lynch in Dune, and the little alien baby that pops out of John Hurt in Ridley Scott's Alien!
So when you're laughing at that shot of Sacha's head popping
off like a champagne cork with a face slapped on it
think about where that shit was heading. Movie magic!
There is a long long long interview with Mr. Reeve...s over at Esquire with a couple more pictures -- I haven't read it yet but feel free! It's a free country for today still anyway! I have to say that the embrace of John Wick has me a little bit flummoxed - I don't really get the cult love for the first film, and so I have very little interest in the sequel, and yet so many people I know go nuts for it. It's the sort of thing that ought to be right in my wheelhouse too, but yet... nope. Oh well. I still loves ya, Keanu!
I don't know how I miss such things - I swear I double- and triple-check Miguel Angel Silvestre's Instagram account like a psychopathic spazz every week and yet somehow I'm always playing catch-up with him (PS this is not a complaint geared towards you, Miguel - quite the contrary! I am only lamenting my own deep and profound human failings). I mean he posted that picture of himself and Pedro Pascal two full weeks back! (Miguel is co-starring on Pedro's show Narcos, which we told you about before.) Somebody slap me.
I was looking Miguel up today specifically thanks to my pal Jarett, who shared a few new shots from the second season of Sense8 -- dropping on May 5th! -- and from there I stumbled upon a few more which've been making the rounds, and eventually I found enough to make this post big enough to carry us after the jump. You're gonna wanna hit it...
Today is the 35th birthday of the Indian model turned actor Karan Singh Grover, who's done, as the saying goes, a lot of television plays and commercials. Seriously though I hadn't heard of him until I was scanning through the list of the day's birthdays on IMDb and his picture jumped out at me...
... his picture jumps! Anyway unfortunately I don't really have the patience or state of mind this morning to do the sort of great big gratuitous post that he deserves - if you google him you will find an endless assortment of photographs, and his Instagram is pretty endless as well - but I do want to share the series of modeling pictures he did for an underwear brand because he had a beard when he did them and it is the look. Hit the jump for it...
I suppose it's not terribly weird that there's no library in The Overlook Hotel in Stanley Kubrick's film The Shining - most hotels, even ones of its immense magnitude, don't usually bother with a library. But the absence of books in frustrated author Jack Torrance's life still seemed purposeful to me as I thought about it, and then as I started looking at pictures I realized that we actually see Shelley Duvall's Wendy framed by books a few times in the film.
Especially in the early scenes in their apartment, before they go to the Hotel. Wendy is the reader in that family - Jack's just the writer. It's her job to experience the terrible stories of terror that Jack creates. (Terrible. Terrible.) And it's her job...
... to figure out how to work the radio inside of the Hotel, thanks to its shelves of complicated looking manuals. It's Jack's job to...
A new pack of images from Terrence Malick's upcoming film Song to Song have been released over at The Film Stage, including that one there of Ryan Gosling and Michael Fassbender only two feet away from rubbing genitals. So close! Try harder!
Oh and if you missed the film's trailer, with all its
delectable Fassy-Gosling dancing, click here for that.
I can't believe I missed this and none of you a-holes told me that I missed this -- seven days ago the trailer for The Devil's Candy, director Sean Byrne's long long looong awaited follow-up to 2009's smashing great horror flick The Loved Ones starring Ethan Embry was released! I have gone seven days without it in my life. Seven wasted days! Damn you all!
Anyway even better than that we finally (the movie's been finished for well over a year; it played Toronto in the fall of 2015) have a release date -- we'll get to see it on March 17th via VOD and select city theatrical engagements. Honestly if it's playing in a theater here in NYC I will go see it in a theater. And then if its as good as I want it to be (and have heard it is) I'll just go home and get it on demand and watch it ten more times immediately.
Oh and if you are in NYC the folks at the Brooklyn Horror Fest are doing us a solid and screening the movie two weeks early at Videology in Brooklyn, so maybe you want to do that.
Alright people, who watched the first hour of Big Little Lies this weekend? I watched it last night and I am totally totally totally in the tank for it already - it's like Desperate Housewives: Oscar Edition, which I did not know was a thing I needed until this show told me it was, and then I was like HELL YES. Have any of you read the book? If you've read the book please don't spoil anything, but I'd love to hear everybody's thoughts. And in summation - they are all just jealous of Laura Dern! As they damn well should be.
As noted last week our Thomas Jane love affair's been reawakened thanks to SyFy's The Expanse, which never met an opportunity to get him shirtless that it didn't eye-fuck the heck out of. Well today's Tommy-boy's 48th birthday and after a bit of investigating I discovered I have never made us choose between his 2004 brand of Punisher and Jon Bernthal's recent take on the skull-loving villain for Netflix's Daredevil series. So let's!
"Co-sign. He could have walked away with that Oscar easily. Not only is it one of the best male performances of the year, but they owe him for Grand Budapest Hotel. Why no campaign? He's not bothered, clearly." -- James Birnie