I've always liked Lost Boys more for its parts than as a whole.
I fell asleep trying to watch Wes Craven's New Nightmare last night.
Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
A place to talk about movies--old and new, good and bad, high art and high cheese. It's the place to place your kittens on the award winners, gossip about upcoming fims and discuss DVD releases and extras. Spoiler policy: White font all plot-related discussion until a movie's been in wide release two weeks, and keep the major HSQ in white font until two weeks after the video/DVD release.
I've always liked Lost Boys more for its parts than as a whole.
I fell asleep trying to watch Wes Craven's New Nightmare last night.
I have no trick-or-treaters. I think I may have to watch my favorite Halloween film, Arsenic and Old Lace to feel in the spirit.
Yesterday Fox Movie Channel ran a 24-hour marathon of Rocky Horror. I hereby confess that I've seen the stage show, but not the movie. Until yesterday. Even though songs and references were a staple of the crowd I hung out with during my young adult years.
A few observations:
In close-up, Frank-N-Furter reminded me strongly of Freddie Mercury.
Am I the only person who's ever thought Brad (without glasses, at least) was sexier than Rocky?
Musically, an interesting mix of '50s rock and '70s glam.
Having heard so many quotes and songs, etc., over the years, I'm surprised that I was surprised a couple of times. I even jumped a little bit at the reveal of Eddie in the table.
Am I the only person who's ever thought Brad (without glasses, at least) was sexier than Rocky?
Well, I'd say the glasses are key.
Musically, an interesting mix of '50s rock and '70s glam.
Most glam had a lot of 50s rock in it. It was a conscious return to rock and roll after the era of the endless hippie jam. But I know what you mean.
"Science Fiction Double Feature" is probably my favorite song in the show.
Hec, I was thinking a lot of "Hot Patootie" when I said that. It's the '70s idea of an '50s Elvis song, and if you have to put a '70s label to it, it's probably closer to punk than glam.
And of course, Brad and Janet in their early numbers are practically a parody of the '50s. Maybe Frankie Avalon and Connie Francis.
Gobs of movie reviews! Hot Tub Time Machine, Batman: Under the Red Hood, 13 Going on 30, Arachnophobia, The A-Team, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, Predators, Mystery Men, Monsters vs. Aliens, Kissing Cousins, Noises Off..., Infernal Affairs, Goodfellas, Outsourced, The Evil Dead, Evil Dead II: Dead by Dawn, Army of Darkness, and The Lost Boys.
Am I the only person who's ever thought Brad (without glasses, at least) was sexier than Rocky?
Nope.
I find Rocky about as sexy as a puppy.
I'm starting to make my way through the silent short films I dvr'd from TCM on Monday night. Almost finished with the Edison set, and there are some really interesting things there.
First, I'd never watched "The Great Train Robbery" all the way through, and it's a really interesting story to watch. Fun thing I noticed: when the tied-up railroad employee tries to call for help, the actor uses one of his "tied behind his back" hands to help himself sit up, then puts the hand back behind his back. Oops! There was a sequel (of sorts) made a few years later called "The Little Train Robbery," which remade the first film with child actors--very cute, and with much less shoooting involved.
Speaking of children's stories, there is a rather offputting adaptation of Goldilocks which features a cute stop-motion animation of Steiff teddy bears performing elaborate gymnastics, but then concludes with Goldilocks running away from Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear, finding a hunter who then proceeds to shoot both Mama Bear and Papa Bear, and then takes Baby Bear prisoner (the only reason he doesn't blow him away as well is because Goldilocks stops him) and leads him and Goldilocks back to the Bears' house where he retrieves all of the Steiff teddy bears and gives them all to Goldilocks, the greedy brat.
There's also a very surreal dream short called "Dream of a Rarebit Fiend," which has as its main actor a precursor of Mr. Creosote, who sloppily stuffs his face with rarebit and glasses of wine (spewing some of the wine back out), and then stumbles back home in a drunken haze, where he dreams he's flying/driving his bed over New York City.