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I've found that people are always jumping to wild conclusions concerning atomic reaction
As of this morning, I have a sore throat which I'm not thrilled about, but I still have a live computer, which is extremely cool. So now that I have my data back, here's the post I was going to make on Friday.
I do not believe the universe loves me and wants me to be happy. Based on the evidence of the last year and three-quarters, it's tempting to conclude that the universe hates me and wants me to disappear. In all reality, I expect it's indifferent. All the same, now and then it manages to furnish me with something that really does improve my mood, like the upcoming Halloween marathon at the Somerville Theatre.
I mean, I enjoy living in a town where the local theaters run this sort of programming. It delights me that the Somerville has been holding an autumnal horror-and-sci-fi marathon for the last two years, even if attendance has apparently been for bupkes. But there's also the fact that even if I didn't want to see West of Zanzibar (1928) and Seconds (1966) and The Lost Boys (1987), even if I didn't want to give Dracula (1931) another chance after being disappointed in college that it wasn't Nosferatu (1922), even if I didn't love Aliens (1986) so much that I've already lost track of the number of times I've seen it, I would still have marked this date on my calendar, because when am I going to get another chance to see a 35mm print of The Monster That Challenged the World (1957)?
I have mentioned this movie before. I love it unreasonably. It belongs to the 1950's atomic monster genre, although instead of a defrosted dinosaur or radiation-grown ants or a nuclear symbol rising from the depths of the sea, its human protagonists have to contend with giant prehistoric sea snails released by an earthquake into the Salton Sea (and made radioactive by irresponsible human experimentation, because this was the 1950's after all). It stars Tim Holt, Audrey Dalton, and Hans Conried in one of his rare substantial film roles—a dramatic one, not a comedic, although his lab-coated supporting scientist is pleasingly cranky enough to register as an individual and slightly eccentric person, not just a conduit for the necessary infodump about predatory molluscs. It's not a lost classic of its decade, but I don't care. The creature effects are entertaining and the plot does not require that you switch your brain completely off. I thought of it at the 'Thon this year. I figured I would have to harangue someone at the festival about it.
Instead I owe David the projectionist a lemon cake and I am encouraging anyone in the Boston area with even the slightest interest in any of these films to show up on October 31st and check them out. Attendance for bupkes does not a long-running tradition make and I'd really like to see this marathon continue. Noon to midnight, Halloween. I will no doubt signal-boost it again as we get closer. West of Zanzibar—directed by Tod Browning, starring Lon Chaney—doesn't play anywhere either, I'm told.
I do not believe the universe loves me and wants me to be happy. Based on the evidence of the last year and three-quarters, it's tempting to conclude that the universe hates me and wants me to disappear. In all reality, I expect it's indifferent. All the same, now and then it manages to furnish me with something that really does improve my mood, like the upcoming Halloween marathon at the Somerville Theatre.
I mean, I enjoy living in a town where the local theaters run this sort of programming. It delights me that the Somerville has been holding an autumnal horror-and-sci-fi marathon for the last two years, even if attendance has apparently been for bupkes. But there's also the fact that even if I didn't want to see West of Zanzibar (1928) and Seconds (1966) and The Lost Boys (1987), even if I didn't want to give Dracula (1931) another chance after being disappointed in college that it wasn't Nosferatu (1922), even if I didn't love Aliens (1986) so much that I've already lost track of the number of times I've seen it, I would still have marked this date on my calendar, because when am I going to get another chance to see a 35mm print of The Monster That Challenged the World (1957)?
I have mentioned this movie before. I love it unreasonably. It belongs to the 1950's atomic monster genre, although instead of a defrosted dinosaur or radiation-grown ants or a nuclear symbol rising from the depths of the sea, its human protagonists have to contend with giant prehistoric sea snails released by an earthquake into the Salton Sea (and made radioactive by irresponsible human experimentation, because this was the 1950's after all). It stars Tim Holt, Audrey Dalton, and Hans Conried in one of his rare substantial film roles—a dramatic one, not a comedic, although his lab-coated supporting scientist is pleasingly cranky enough to register as an individual and slightly eccentric person, not just a conduit for the necessary infodump about predatory molluscs. It's not a lost classic of its decade, but I don't care. The creature effects are entertaining and the plot does not require that you switch your brain completely off. I thought of it at the 'Thon this year. I figured I would have to harangue someone at the festival about it.
Instead I owe David the projectionist a lemon cake and I am encouraging anyone in the Boston area with even the slightest interest in any of these films to show up on October 31st and check them out. Attendance for bupkes does not a long-running tradition make and I'd really like to see this marathon continue. Noon to midnight, Halloween. I will no doubt signal-boost it again as we get closer. West of Zanzibar—directed by Tod Browning, starring Lon Chaney—doesn't play anywhere either, I'm told.
Re: dunno if any of this makes much sense, but
TOTALLY TOTALLY SERIOUS. Also it's just a great flick.
This is the Scream phenomenon (which was anticipated in the TERRIBLE Saturday the 14th satire a decade before)
. . . I've never even heard of that. Congratulations.
HAH THAT WAS GROWING UP IN NM WITH SHITTY CABLE. YOU WATCHED WHAT WAS THERE. I think I saw that like three times. A group of friends in college once tried to list what perpetual shitty cable classics there were -- Beastmaster was a big one. Lots of Chevy Chase movies, especially that one where he gets psychic powers. And so on. The first Conan movie. I mean, early HBO was like early MTV, they had like maybe 12 films and over half of them sucked, and they were alllll in rotation.
derspatchel adores Troma. He's got a signed photo of the leads of Tromeo and Juliet in his office.
THAT ONE IS A KEEPER
I assume the title is playing off the Peter Pan mythos, which if so would put it way ahead of the curve of darkly retelling childhood classics.
Oh yeah, supposedly Kiefer Sutherland's vampire character was named Peter, and the mom was Wendy, all these references, I don't know why they changed it.
Repo Man has a great soundtrack.
I still LOVE that movie. LOVE. Unironically. Along with Army of Darkness and other ones. ....not Beastmaster, tho.
Re: dunno if any of this makes much sense, but
I don't think you're joking. I'm taking David's advice and yours.
Oh yeah, supposedly Kiefer Sutherland's vampire character was named Peter, and the mom was Wendy, all these references, I don't know why they changed it.
Seriously, if you're going to keep calling your movie The Lost Boys, run with it!
I still LOVE that movie. LOVE. Unironically.
Never apologize for loving things unironically! I'm not sure I have any books or movies I love ironically, honestly. I'm not even sure how that would work.
Re: dunno if any of this makes much sense, but