stand-out viewing for the myeah myeah of January.
i mean it seems like he might be dying of dementia, but hey so do i.
the budget was "whatever we got in the bathroom". pretty sure the film stock is a wax shower curtain.
gang... i think i'm in love with Kier-La Janise.
aside from the obvious guys, most mondo movies are the drizzling shits. not this one. really delivers. worth it for the Grand Guignol footage.
absolutely adore the way she blends all these references very slyly, without being too showy or obnoxious about it. 12 hrs later and i'm still pointing out new ones. looking forward to the replay.
i'm just a shocked as you are... but i gotta give it up here; after something like 43 years somebody finally made a way more than decent sequel to Carpenter's undeniable (fuck off, contrarian) classic. cold. brutal. all while retaining the mystery of just what in the fuck this Meyers fella actually is.
i need an adult.
something something cUlTuRaL aPpRoPrIaTiOn. (ps... i sometimes forget just exactly how goddamn pretty Carol Kane is. really a shame she never got more roles like this one... at least that i know of.)
really ended up liking how stupidly out of place this Playboy TV looking lass appeared against the backdrop of the Swiss Alps. gives the whole affair a more off-balance quality that lends itself to surrealistic inclinations.
really dug most of this... but maaaaaaaaaaan fuck that cowardly ass Twilight Zone bullshit ending. own the weirdness of your creative universe. don't duck behind "it was a dream" or "it was a hallucination" or "they're dying and this is what they're seeing". just fucking own it.
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