Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The Greatest Movie...

... in which a disembodied head floats around
the village eating infants mid-birth?


OR

... in which the climactic battle involves a sorceress
turning into a pendulous-breasted pig-woman?


Mystics in Bali (1981)

This movie is so incredibly wonderfully awful I couldn't believe my eyes. What a gem! A wonderful, awful gem. I want to go to Indonesia and learn the trade of the Leák. I want to morph into a fireball and do battle with other fireballs. I want to morph into a snake in fourteen grueling steps, each as equally crappy as the last. Why can't this movie be my life?

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6 comments:

J.D. said...

You are, like, the patron god of weirdos. And to that, I worship you.

Mid-birth?!?!

Jason Adams said...

Wow, The Patron God of Weirdos! I love it. I'm putting that on a T-shirt. Thanks, JD!

J.D. said...

Thank you. And I better get residuals, or I am soo striking!

Jason Adams said...

"Striking" is the new "peeing in the sink."

PIPER said...

And that first visual will haunt me for a long time.

Jason Adams said...

Hee! As it ought to, Piper. And I didn't even include a picture from the POV of the mother as the floaty-head eats the baby out of her. That just looked... dirty.