I Need A New Project!

The title of this post is ironic since I have entirely too many things vying for my attention. And there is nothing that can derail you like the holidays. But it is not entirely unexpected. I mean…how long has it been since I posted?!

At the moment, I am thinking about shelving the trailer park six. Everybody does that nowadays, right?

Looking at my modest successes here at  TSFI, both posting & reading, it comes down to me making some more personal content. Nothing terribly biographical but things more of my own creation.

So I think I am going to do a wee re-think of what I post. Maybe a bit more focus on my abstractly devised categories? Finding a new way to write about the media that moves mind? As always I have ideas. Expect new content in the coming weeks. And yes this is my latest progress report.

Damaged Epics are Hilarious!

Hi all you invisibles! No I haven’t given up but, I am having troubles getting over. So to make up for my absence, here’s something I find funny….

Latenighter and Dingburg Pinhead share a common feeling

Laughter in The Dark

While superheroes are all the rage in Hollywood, who is looking to the fertile imaginative world of indie/alternative/underground comics? Lucky for us, no one. Since if they were, they’d probably screw it up. And even if there was someone, they’d never touch Al Columbia’s work.

It’s like a bomb went off in the subconscious of Max Fleischer and Columbia was around to collect the pieces years later when they fell to earth. In this time of safe substitution power fantasies, Columbia’s work is truly provocative stuff. Funny, dark, and impeccably executed.

As you can tell from my gushing, I am a fan. I am nowhere close to having all of his work. Not that there is whole lot though. It was from his contributions to late 90s Fantagraphics anthology, Zero Zero that I became enamored with his style. ( My fingers are perma-crossed in hopes for a release of his past works in one handy volume!) And twelve years later, I still hunger for more.

So now I wait anxiously for the arrival of Pim & Francie: The Golden Bear Days in the post. Looking at the book while in a Boston comics shop sealed the deal for me. It doesn’t look to be an easy read but a pretty rewarding one for a freak like me. If you want to know more about what I’m on about, just clicks some pics and explore. Go have a fugue, you know?

From The Grindhouses of My Mind

So this the spot where I apologize for not doing anything blog-worthy in a few weeks. And throw in some vague nods to projects which refuse closure and we’re on course!

And The Trailer Park Six is on hiatus until after the holidays. Like you care! Like I care!

The Secret Lives of Dolls

Where the hell did November go?  Here, have some of this as an olive branch!

2009 Halloween Fugue Fest Post # 3

So here’s the rest of my last minute horror marathon.  There is no way this is going to be as wordy as my first fugue fest post. I’ll manage a few comments as I go.

My little festival seems to have been swirling around past icons like Price, Lee, & Cushing. They had a charismatic power that seems lacking in the usual suspects of horror these days. Inbred rednecks, zombies, and masked killers are how we like our madmen now. I miss that old spectre of sophisticated malignance. I mean The Pit and The Pendulum is carried on Price’s satin shoulders and Corman’s 60s savvy gothic camera.

Though I was slow to recognize how great he was, I know now that Paul Naschy is probably the last old school horror icon we have left. And he will probably be obscure forever simply because of his pure dedication to horror of the past. Not that he is not savvy to the rhythms of his prime era, the 70s. Spanish horror of that era has always felt like the film equivalent of 70s marvel horror comics but with that regional flavor. Horror Rises From The Tomb has an atmosphere that can overcome any shortcomings. Well unless you have problems with resurrected warlocks and half naked spanish starlets.  It seems almost (heh) innocent to modern sensibilities.

The final film of my little horror soiree was Anguish. It was not intended to be the last film.  It is a tribute to a type of film that in this day would be impossible to do. With the spoiler infested info-sphere we live in these days, its secrets are a click away.  While there are good performances from Michael Lerner and Zelda Rubenstein, this is a movie strangely without a central performance to hold it together. It is an enjoyable film but certainly anticlimactic after all these villain driven vehicles that I managed to cram into the last hours of Halloween. Stay tuned !

2009 Halloween Fugue Fest Post # 2

For brevity’s sake, here’s some pictures linking to items concerning the next two films in my fest, 1966’s Kill Baby Kill and 1973’s Horror Express. Enjoy the search, give into your sense of the fugue..

The third and final post in the HFF will be coming soon in the next few days.

2009 Halloween Fugue Fest ! Post # 1

Hope you didn’t think we were done with Halloween! Like all good horror fans, TSFI is ensconced in horror movie marathon. So here’s what has been watched so far…. Do I have to mention here there be discreet linkage? Be sure to explore. If you haven’t been during the 31 posts blog to Halloween, there are many treats hidden there.

Instead of going for the obvious Hammer Horror choices like The Horror of Dracula, I tried to mix it up a little.

Though I was fascinated by Christopher Lee’s feral agressive sexualized Dracula as a teen, I find myself becoming drawn more and more to Peter Cushing’s amoral deluded Doctor Frankenstein as I get older. The evil that he represents in the Frankenstein cycle of films is so much more real. Well, in a pulpy over the top way. But in the colorful atmosphere of Hammer Films that’s close enough for me.

Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed, the 5th film in the cycle, takes the spirit of the original novel and runs it through the early 70s shock combine. In alot of ways this is one is pretty gruesome and, in one scene, sleazy.  Cushing pretty much dominates this cast, though George Pravda’s portrayal as Dr. Brandt is memorable as well.  Veronica Carlson’s turn as the gothic horror honey of the piece is merely okay.  A good start to the fest.

How was I to know I was going to be doing a Veronica Carlson double feature?  Dracula Has Risen from The Grave was a surprise in several ways. It actually has continuity with previous installments in a clever way. The prologue  fits around the time of The Horror of Dracula and the movie starts proper around the time following  Dracula Prince of Darkness. While not having Van Helsing or vampire hunting monks, it has a decent cast of supporting characters.  I enjoyed the turns of Ewan Hooper as the tormented priest and Michael Ripper as tavern owner Max.  Just wish I could get the appeal of Barry Andrews. Not that he’s bad just compared to Lee’s Dracula, he’s a really trivial hero. That said, he’s sudden conversion from atheist to true believer is handled pretty succinctly in this most overtly religious of the Dracula cycle.  Some obvious plotting flubs keep this from being my favorite but it had that flavor I crave!

Then the fest jumped from Hammer to 1953’s House of Wax.  What can I say?  It is a movie that seems to bridge two eras of horror.  Vincent Price is great as usual. But the more I watch this one, I am more freaked out by Carolyn Jones’s portrayal of Sue’s friend. Did people like her really exist? Yes it is a campy movie but there are many effective bits. I really enjoy the bit when Professor Jerrod is giving the tour of the museum. And the chase through the rainy fog shrouded streets. And the elevator murder. And the part where Professor Jerrod…uh…loses face with Sue. I wish there were more horror villains like Professor Jerrod than Jason.  I mean there is always room for one more knife wielding psychotic but could we get some classy monsters too?

Due to Tim Lucas’s awesome commentary on the latest  DVD of Baron Blood,  House of Wax lead me to this Bava shocker.  Baron Blood is not the best Bava but damn it sure finds its way back to the player a lot. It sends my brain back to a time when late night was ruled by horror films and not info-mercials. The atmosphere is mesmerizing. I also enjoy the way that Bava uses the Baron Blood character to make commentary on his obsessions. Very meta for its time. While it does resound in proximity to House of Wax, it seems more personal.  Before I start to babble..Here’s to shutting up!

Not to be confused with….

Okay that’s it for now. This fest will end sometime tomorrow as the world stumbles through All Saint’s Day like the undead! Don’t forget to set your clocks back!

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