I was just now looking at the movies I've got coming my way this weekend from Netflix and I had a realization: this trio of flicks says something... disturbing - yet, at the same time, fundamental - about me. Here's the three of which I speak:
The Wizard of Gore Herschell Gordon Lewis's 1963 classic drive-in exploitation flick Blood Feast.
Joel M. Reed's 1976 film Bloodsucking Freaks, aka The Incredible Torture Show, aka Heritage of Caligula, aka Sardu, aka Sardu, Master of the Screaming Virgins, aka The Heritage of Caligula: An Orgy of Sick Minds, aka The House of the Screaming Virgins, so on, so forth...
And finally, Nancy Walker's 1980 Village People musical-opus, Can't Stop the Music.
I've seen Can't Stop the Music before, but have been feeling a sudden deep urge to witness the coke-fueled spectacle of nonsense again as of late. I think it was that news of Steve Guttenberg
being cast in the new season of Dancing With the Stars - a show I've refused with every fiber of my being to watch in the past, and now, with this unexpected Gutten-announcement, am feeling sinister tendrils within the furthest reaches of my buried consciousness pulling me towards. Last night I had dreams about watching it, so deep does my Gutten-appreciation run. I'm in a pickle, I am.But yes, this trio of films coming to me... it makes me step back and wonder at the person I am today. Not often a semi-random selection of movie rentals can force one to examine one's life, I think.
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I'll be interested to hear your take on Bloodsucking Freaks. I'm not one to get offended easily- especially when it comes to horror movies- but man...I can't find anything redeeming about that film.
When I was 13, I took a girl to see Can't Stop the Music on my first date - talk about foreshadowing!
Oh Jesus, Bloodsucking Freaks. Stacie's right. You'll feel like your brain needs a shower.
Wow, you guys have got me afraid of BSF now!
I think I need to schedule a day of movies I've been putting off watching for similar reasons and make a pitcher of Pepto Bismal margaritas and go to town.
You're a brave man to fess up to watching these--I'm not brave enough to wacth he first 2. I'd be afraid to
open the red envelope knowing either of them was waiting to get out.
But I'm with you on CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC. Everybody moans lasciviously about the YMCA number. Admittedly, a crowd of pretty boys (80s style, not too unbelievably buff) perks up an afternoon, but I have been taken from the first by that weird, subversive, leather/B&D MILKSHAKE number.
(Aside: could this be the referent for that outburst near the end of THERE WILL BE BLOOD?)
Have a good weekend.
Oh yes, Steve Guttenberg. I always thought he was such a cutie in Short Circuit; you know, before I was old enough to really put into words that he was a cutie.
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