1) To the anonymous person who sent along the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre special edition DVD. The ground beef cover art alone makes my mouth water, I must say—but this also happens to be one of the greatest horror movies ever made, so I’m happy to have it in a US edition.
2) Thanks, too, to John Hackathorn for the Legacy Collection of The Wolfman. Growing up, The Wolfman was my favorite of the Universal monsters. I look forward to revisiting the films in this collection.
3) And finally, thanks to Kelly Mullins for Woody Allen’s Interiors. This is one of the few Allen flicks from the seventies that I’ve never seen. Manhattan is one of my favorite movies, so I look forward to seeing what Allen was able to do with this one—often considered his most serious film.
ONE OF?!
(Puts the hammer in Grandpa’s hand.)
Well, there’s The Exorcist.
I gotta be honest, Jeff. I never got the memo on Woody Allen. His schtick wore thin awfully fast, in my opinion.
Yeah, Woody, you’re really neurotic and funny-looking, yet you always get the hot tail. I get it.
The only Woody Allen films I’ve ever liked were Bananas and Sleeper.
Oh.
My.
God.
Interiors. Like reading Gorky’s The Lower Depths and Ibsen’s Ghosts back to back without the funny bits.
A straight razor would be less painful.
TW ‘help’—as in, “I’m trapped running a theatre showing Interiors for a whole frikkin week. Help.”
Joe Bob Briggs thinks thatMassacre is the quintessential drive-in flick, although he didn’t say “quintessential.” His favorite scene is the one where they try to sledgehammer Sally but they can’t because Grandpa hasn’t had his morning blood and keeps dropping the hammer.
Ah, the clasics.
“Even a many who’s pure of heart and says his prayers at night, Can become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is shining bright.”
Poor Larry Talbot.
TW: He became a beast.
Tom on the rez.
Interiors is crap. Sorry. It is an overwrought, ham-handedly obvious imitation of Ingmar Bergman, one of Woody’s heroes. My prediction is that you’ll be disappointed.
Interiors is crap. Sorry. It is an overwrought, ham-handedly obvious imitation of Ingmar Bergman, one of Woody’s heroes. My prediction is that you’ll be disappointed.
All true. Also one of the reasons I found it appallingly compelling, making me appreciate my relatively uneventful but nevertheless fulfilling life.
Actually, Bergman does that to me, too.
What I really want to know is, what is the name of the gypsy woman in one of the Wolfman movies, who tells the heroine (I think it was) how to kill the Wolfman with a silver bullet? I love her heavy accent and doleful eyes.
Arianna Huffington, she has a website now.