tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41524130731386776242024-03-05T06:07:55.386-05:00The House that Dripped BlogHouse of the Curse of the Tomb of the Ghost of the Bride of Incredibly Strange Creatures who Stopped Living and Became Satan's Cheerleaders of Blood that Came from the Planet of the Vampires from Frankenstein Island.DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-88718134622435930602012-10-31T21:44:00.000-04:002012-10-31T22:53:27.154-04:00THE TEN GREATEST HORROR MOVIES EVER...SUMMED UP IN ONE PICTURE<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-67590791706927031722010-07-01T04:06:00.020-04:002010-07-01T07:37:46.051-04:0010 Ways to Decide if Vampires are Better Than Werewolves<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPhLsqIMGQ1QEigmzcwb2vCq0e2OncO_oMbKg8NHHQb_QsMxIVj7cclWbFcdZaSKgTPYcmnPIJz45Xb9zPGpYvgNikbMSQ53zxURXFebDGL8B15FMdtuV58i5-eHzX0dx2Bje0zQi8-Ba/s1600/fm39.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvMPaL6IYRJwR4nC5LOoYvrToTLQPMZiLD9SbrXN4SzbS196QcCZl51BnAR_id2PrA616biR5DBvyuxQICHhnE-zHPZoiR4OTI6S88jzTban0HhO75VXQ1vwRB-8L5AIVi1OOXC4W_Lwe/s1600/VampsVsWeres.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvMPaL6IYRJwR4nC5LOoYvrToTLQPMZiLD9SbrXN4SzbS196QcCZl51BnAR_id2PrA616biR5DBvyuxQICHhnE-zHPZoiR4OTI6S88jzTban0HhO75VXQ1vwRB-8L5AIVi1OOXC4W_Lwe/s400/VampsVsWeres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488848266789741842" /></a>The immortal question: Team Edward or Team Jacob. Not since the Nephytes battled the Laminates has Mormon literature produced a more dramatic showdown between supernatural creatures. The question of lyncanthropian versus vampiric superiority has gone beyond the Cullen and Black clans. I've devised ten sure-fire categories that will surely help us find an answer to this question. Team Edward? Team Jacob? Team Bill? Team Alcide? The only team I'm on is Team Truth.<br /><div><br /></div><div><b><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>1. Spider-Man Supporting Chracters:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Morbius vs. Man-Wolf</b></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgjjqZVEKIgEL6arCOO9-pc-rNH_hZVJSfgG78_X5_KaclGvPPVnvfi3IOTBRA5BqPwjGodv58HT8XAkr46ObAQowiEb5n1PswR5RJWk8qmVgESTYneEqGNwsUUCB67TxcdBdUtP3Je1m/s1600/ManWolfMorbius.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgjjqZVEKIgEL6arCOO9-pc-rNH_hZVJSfgG78_X5_KaclGvPPVnvfi3IOTBRA5BqPwjGodv58HT8XAkr46ObAQowiEb5n1PswR5RJWk8qmVgESTYneEqGNwsUUCB67TxcdBdUtP3Je1m/s400/ManWolfMorbius.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488848266060424850" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Morbius was a scientist who, in a failed experiment to cure his fatal blood disease, turned himself into a vampire. Man-Wolf was the astronaut son of J. Jonah Jameson who was turned into a werewolf by a magic moon rock. The origins of these two frenemies of Peter Parker is further evidence that all science should be outlawed in the Marvel Universe. No space probes. No medical experiments. Not even a crystal radio kit. Morbius can't help but be a villain sometimes, which is understandable considering he needs to suck people's blood to live. He's been a good guy as well. He's teamed up with Spider-Man, Dr. Strange and the Punisher. Man-Wolf, however, once had sex with She-Hulk. 'Nuff said True Believer. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Advantage: Werewolves</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>2. Purple Muppet:</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>Count Von Count vs. the Big Bad Wolf</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp66cdOA97RPLHGnuZicT_WRKPcDIAUJydtAZBDqx7u9xGlvvrCQqSAoJg_4be4jOiJZdtjqjqw1n-yczq-XJN6ISWVPNRAseFnitMXlM_mjCC_KReDtmWVI5_kIRvtNHFUPF3xzB7Ixm2/s1600/CountBBWolf.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp66cdOA97RPLHGnuZicT_WRKPcDIAUJydtAZBDqx7u9xGlvvrCQqSAoJg_4be4jOiJZdtjqjqw1n-yczq-XJN6ISWVPNRAseFnitMXlM_mjCC_KReDtmWVI5_kIRvtNHFUPF3xzB7Ixm2/s400/CountBBWolf.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488848255474232898" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">I do not remember the Big Bad Wolf except for the bit where he is being interviewed by Kermit. It is true that he is technically not a werewolf. He counts because he is a fusion of human and wolf. He still qualifies even if the wolf portion is a puppet and the human part is just a hand. What the wolf cannot do, however, is math. I feel that's a fair assumption considering the difference between bricks and straw alluded him. Not to besmirch the recently deceased Jaime Escalante, but The Count is truly the greatest math teacher who ever lived. When I was a high schooler it would have been very helpful if he expanded his curriculum from counting to ten to Algebra 2.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Advantage: Vampires</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>3. Ridiculous <i>True Blood </i>bars:</b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>Fangtasia vs. The Lone Wolf</b></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuWwNtNVIVZLuzyvBlPHPKMHh8foUAW2PRq44fM3nvSpGDX4zwFOpLXqV6GqrTw7-k2uwsx-LxcDmkWj0YVfNmyG3bsLr26qlpBKDKavN_wU4qQv46-vQYqBff2gldi7Ubm3PmwPssfhG/s1600/FangtasiaLoneWolf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuWwNtNVIVZLuzyvBlPHPKMHh8foUAW2PRq44fM3nvSpGDX4zwFOpLXqV6GqrTw7-k2uwsx-LxcDmkWj0YVfNmyG3bsLr26qlpBKDKavN_wU4qQv46-vQYqBff2gldi7Ubm3PmwPssfhG/s400/FangtasiaLoneWolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488848248614866338" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Honestly, I would not want to visit any of these bars. The mixture of techno music, black latex, and mind control in Fangtasia doesn't sound too appealing. The Lone Wolf seems dangerously close to a bear club. In classic <i>True Blood </i>style, character traits are expressed through theme bars. Vampires are faux-elegant and predatory while werewolves are earthy and rowdy. I'm going to give this one to the vampires because I enjoy Pam and Eric's banter. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Vampires</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>4. Munsters:</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>Grandpa vs. Eddie</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFq4wVq9kpUuAB3TnvkBy8ytS4XGsUwOL1FB313Rpm9eaSeYIC-zkT2NkKL3MR1CalyiHpTta7c3TYK1c3KxtnnpHfDEtFTyG2H7NlJ6khtVACuAH3Og3MJPwp8kOVgRwbbl8ZF_APkkS/s1600/GrampaEddie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFq4wVq9kpUuAB3TnvkBy8ytS4XGsUwOL1FB313Rpm9eaSeYIC-zkT2NkKL3MR1CalyiHpTta7c3TYK1c3KxtnnpHfDEtFTyG2H7NlJ6khtVACuAH3Og3MJPwp8kOVgRwbbl8ZF_APkkS/s400/GrampaEddie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488848244240289634" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Both have cool widow's peaks and furry side burns but only one became an eccentric old coot who ran for governor of New York. Eddie gets points for being half Frankenstein which has long puzzled viewers but makes sense when you use your brain. When Dr. Frankenstein assembled Herman, the genitals must have come from a freshly deceased lycanthrope. There is also a possibility that Lilly cheated on Herman with the Werewolf of London. Grandpa still wins because he was not only Count Dracula but also a mad scientist thus becoming the greatest fictional character ever. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Vampires </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>5. Monster based cereals:</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>Count Chocula vs. Fruit Brute</b></div></span></b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaQ7C_RlI92enZzpHdOrmjyx7VYXb3Q677XO6y54S-kEwkA9v4Ppoim5sdVXbC0AHfynM5ggNZRJMH1oI5Le0NuGqyrWefX9mG11a_W3n2bLiKKiOrKh2STSk1eNusmiWKCk2GCeWd0u1/s1600/cereal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaQ7C_RlI92enZzpHdOrmjyx7VYXb3Q677XO6y54S-kEwkA9v4Ppoim5sdVXbC0AHfynM5ggNZRJMH1oI5Le0NuGqyrWefX9mG11a_W3n2bLiKKiOrKh2STSk1eNusmiWKCk2GCeWd0u1/s400/cereal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488847395213422818" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Count Chocula may be the favorite for this battle. I've never had Fruit Brute because it was discontinued when I was an infant and my parents thought it best if I stick to formula rather than sugar frosted sugar bits. Count Chocula is delicious and has a vampire on the box. What more could you want? I'll tell you: a werewolf wearing green and pink overalls ferociously offering you lime flavored marshmallows.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Werewolves</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>6. Best Insane Ghanaian Painted Movie Poster:</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i>Mr. Vampire 3 </i>vs. <i>Twins</i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77gJaqafNEmrMmTBJcBgnFiOL4HTDshRENXlElTyp0fc1wjUdWtzzcnwuoO1wZoK8QHuyiMujYuDWMPVFXld3V11L3ii-tbjKpUgup0lJ-WUxKHmIL-R8Mm7WhVH9n3sN7DABrLG74oQ8/s1600/Ghana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77gJaqafNEmrMmTBJcBgnFiOL4HTDshRENXlElTyp0fc1wjUdWtzzcnwuoO1wZoK8QHuyiMujYuDWMPVFXld3V11L3ii-tbjKpUgup0lJ-WUxKHmIL-R8Mm7WhVH9n3sN7DABrLG74oQ8/s400/Ghana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488847388953475186" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you have not looked at the amazing world of Ghanaian movie posters go <a href="http://www.ghanamovieposters.com/servlet/StoreFront">here</a> and take a journey into the legitimately disturbing landscape of Third World exploitation cinema. According to the poster, <i>Mr. Vampire 3</i> has a tough sensei battling vampires. That's weak tea compared to the horror that is the <i>Twins </i>poster. Which human-dog hybrid face is more hypnotically horrifying? I have no idea what the film is about but I would wager that it is not the same film as the famous Schwarzenegger/DeVito romp. I would nominate "Horror Nigerian Movie" as the greatest, most terrifying tag-line of all time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Werewolves(?)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>7. Lon Chaney Jr. Facial Hair:</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i>Son of Dracula </i>vs. <i>The Wolf Man</i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-re0nDZtoYYy9tMuETvveZfpZByH11k4Znoqh8NSIRmtjBTePVRVpSSmcCCq5f56xqOBH4gBO4la4bpme0SC1CwZNEPJIKAJfQlFjS7x169HDU2K_VFenFvvt06Q5f32XY-Iig5bKMvu/s1600/Chaney.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-re0nDZtoYYy9tMuETvveZfpZByH11k4Znoqh8NSIRmtjBTePVRVpSSmcCCq5f56xqOBH4gBO4la4bpme0SC1CwZNEPJIKAJfQlFjS7x169HDU2K_VFenFvvt06Q5f32XY-Iig5bKMvu/s400/Chaney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488847384400830290" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The Wolf Man </i>is the classic, but <i>Son of Dracula </i>is one of the best later Universal horrors. It's one of the first vampire romances ever. Also, it's the first time a pop culture blood sucker relocated to the bayou: the preferred home of modern sleazy vampires. That's not why it's going to win. It's going to win because of the John Waters-meets-Salvador Dali flavor saver that LCJ is sporting. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Vampires</b></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>8. Groovie Goolies:</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>Count Dracula vs. Wolfie</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSjsOzoK7tKi_j9S5OwJH1rwnWmMeD2mYLFgVixLMLEJUuVlsaAkz62k21sULOR2uQsjTF1d1X-TxAjcaD81NWxNo0bmNzVd0vW4c_dU6Sk5I85T1O9LwF7ptRenUx7nlSuqsmflOpCzY/s1600/Goolies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSjsOzoK7tKi_j9S5OwJH1rwnWmMeD2mYLFgVixLMLEJUuVlsaAkz62k21sULOR2uQsjTF1d1X-TxAjcaD81NWxNo0bmNzVd0vW4c_dU6Sk5I85T1O9LwF7ptRenUx7nlSuqsmflOpCzY/s400/Goolies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488847374630216994" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Look at how Dracula runs. That makes Edward Cullen look like Jason Statham. Dracula was voiced by Larry Storch from <i>F-Troop </i>which does help his case a bit. Wolfie, however, was voiced by Howard Morris a.k.a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJUmIuc1X5s">Ernest T. Bass</a> from <i>The Andy Griffith Show. </i>Also, Wolfie reminds me of that other monstrous hippy: Charles Manson. Talk about "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leslie_Van_Houten#The_murders">creepy-crawling</a>"! </div><div><b>ADVANTAGE: Werewolves</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>9. Cutest transformation animal:</b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>bat vs. wolf</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCInpa1c_k22P_G2KqBdTLlw5URXk09l_2eB2eXF3HKmB7chUWBDXsDb0j_ZslqgRDX97EXBqVR8ZcKMDt1pPrJ7yojGHmNHirJVYH-ifKtiCvv5Zt_1LZdGN-obcZbO8Ixd-yAoROttbV/s1600/cute.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCInpa1c_k22P_G2KqBdTLlw5URXk09l_2eB2eXF3HKmB7chUWBDXsDb0j_ZslqgRDX97EXBqVR8ZcKMDt1pPrJ7yojGHmNHirJVYH-ifKtiCvv5Zt_1LZdGN-obcZbO8Ixd-yAoROttbV/s400/cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488847373129170162" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Generally speaking, bats are not very cute. They are very good at echolocation and eating mosquitos but cuteness is not their forte. The red bat, however, looks like a Pokemon that Santa's elves made. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Vampires</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>10. Young People's organizations:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Al "Grandpa" Lewis's Jr. Vampires vs. Teen Werewolves</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="350" height="287"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNAJhfT_dSc&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNAJhfT_dSc&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="287"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="350" height="221"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q77sJT8O56E&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q77sJT8O56E&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="221"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: left;">Self-obsessed teenagers wearing fake tails and cat eye contacts or a dodgy z-level celebrity peddling a 1-900 number? Neither are particularly attractive. The Teen Wolves, however, do provide a sense of community to kids that might not have it. If you need to pretend to be a fantasy monster to relate to other human beings, go for it. Do not kill the neighbors' dogs and you'll be okay. When are neck bolts going to be a fad? What about dusty linen wrappings? Fake humps? Kid's shouldn't limit themselves to just vampires or werewolves. There's a whole world of horror archetypes out there! Whatever the problems with Teen Wolfing, I'm sure the kids get something out of it. With Grandpa's Junior Vampires Scam Club all the kids got were some amazingly lame stories, shitty patches, and a lecture about their parents not being made out of money. If the few kids who did dial up Grandpa's hotline had a wolf pack of their own, then maybe they wouldn't have wasted hard earned money on possibly the stupidest thing ever. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ADVANTAGE: Werewolves</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and the winner is...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>FRANKENSTEIN!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPhLsqIMGQ1QEigmzcwb2vCq0e2OncO_oMbKg8NHHQb_QsMxIVj7cclWbFcdZaSKgTPYcmnPIJz45Xb9zPGpYvgNikbMSQ53zxURXFebDGL8B15FMdtuV58i5-eHzX0dx2Bje0zQi8-Ba/s400/fm39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488889354050708354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px; " /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>Upon reflection, I have decided that Frankensteins are cooler than both Vampires and Werewolves. This is fact not conjecture. </i></span></span></b></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-61672095674149885372010-06-20T13:20:00.011-04:002010-06-20T14:14:05.185-04:00DOCTOR WHO: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CRbg39ox9pOj3yKSOnZgELdAK-94wvYWsZ8XTiHaOsLxL7xwX1dgbdfh7oXpm_lItI4e69ooRDqDfsVOllcXdIfWOaRZ9z5_BPn5R-5SWlIGpo1ZQTdi2lK5YZ6bOnwq1dcaCCwxcRb-/s1600/drw_bg_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CRbg39ox9pOj3yKSOnZgELdAK-94wvYWsZ8XTiHaOsLxL7xwX1dgbdfh7oXpm_lItI4e69ooRDqDfsVOllcXdIfWOaRZ9z5_BPn5R-5SWlIGpo1ZQTdi2lK5YZ6bOnwq1dcaCCwxcRb-/s400/drw_bg_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911901404678626" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>The Good:</b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48wcBMpObXaQkYpp0_tYp774rR1DsFEWqUho0RICyzBMULKJKaT2MGhSVJfLPrBVSavCrKzHuvbJiejthyphenhyphenJnlQH8OIYZYpcqh1bFdshl_rokjDItLk26hW3Pg7fvUj2CF0s-fEKQRr_zA/s1600/SmithCake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48wcBMpObXaQkYpp0_tYp774rR1DsFEWqUho0RICyzBMULKJKaT2MGhSVJfLPrBVSavCrKzHuvbJiejthyphenhyphenJnlQH8OIYZYpcqh1bFdshl_rokjDItLk26hW3Pg7fvUj2CF0s-fEKQRr_zA/s400/SmithCake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911892778454658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Matt Smith popping out of a big cake. Scientific fact: Matt Smith is a bazillion times better than David Tennant. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BDL40d-v5zl-QmW7hDkHrDNN2_NQpM6cwwm7sbfcPqTMcHCkhIXAqeAd26kND50pXYL483fDKS0GlAkbaCg620XVafwcN29yoehLblEUUK0X_KTxxNOSj8Jbdbj4E7ih_TLtfRcMjMAq/s1600/dalekeccleston.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BDL40d-v5zl-QmW7hDkHrDNN2_NQpM6cwwm7sbfcPqTMcHCkhIXAqeAd26kND50pXYL483fDKS0GlAkbaCg620XVafwcN29yoehLblEUUK0X_KTxxNOSj8Jbdbj4E7ih_TLtfRcMjMAq/s400/dalekeccleston.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911889461671746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Christopher Eccleston verbally abusing a Dalek. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh809RdqaOFbiJpR14GSrJzhbGP4kUwmL8MxGanEsLNu1V75m1lvQE6syv-7pJA_S8K6pah0ii_cVZg-j47f_LPvFTMe7sFUkCIZKQsTA235Q_sC8nQJDuXThdkxbd2u5Aq4Q3kdNzhi89E/s1600/tom-baker-thinking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh809RdqaOFbiJpR14GSrJzhbGP4kUwmL8MxGanEsLNu1V75m1lvQE6syv-7pJA_S8K6pah0ii_cVZg-j47f_LPvFTMe7sFUkCIZKQsTA235Q_sC8nQJDuXThdkxbd2u5Aq4Q3kdNzhi89E/s400/tom-baker-thinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911878800780738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tom Baker's eyeballs.</span></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvoSNjMGPEEFY-WPzJg95o7CxIqGIeOwn4U0MLDupCVb2be0merrdgzPTs05s8_olZ-LJFK2UNgF0cIaHmAlxxYtjQYX6OudIRPQxx-cBxLiSL4PIKkcDfhtAjJBSUGpJAcgZzEiyvDll/s1600/PertweeChop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvoSNjMGPEEFY-WPzJg95o7CxIqGIeOwn4U0MLDupCVb2be0merrdgzPTs05s8_olZ-LJFK2UNgF0cIaHmAlxxYtjQYX6OudIRPQxx-cBxLiSL4PIKkcDfhtAjJBSUGpJAcgZzEiyvDll/s400/PertweeChop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911399269510914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The part in "Day of the Daleks" when Jon Pertwee delivers a heinous, Captain Kirk-level back chop to a thug from the future without spilling his drink. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotJ4Wxg0QbuPn1uMDy9y3wG61gmKUUIKn43PCT8xihIChdUCE6Ft9UXHL669GnAkidULUTcdKoJu2VjLKN_vsXr7j5GxJyFHkvBz2Zc5LZHNxeMaK317ho9qO87jYMvC1r7y07mb5VD25/s1600/troughtonreax.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotJ4Wxg0QbuPn1uMDy9y3wG61gmKUUIKn43PCT8xihIChdUCE6Ft9UXHL669GnAkidULUTcdKoJu2VjLKN_vsXr7j5GxJyFHkvBz2Zc5LZHNxeMaK317ho9qO87jYMvC1r7y07mb5VD25/s400/troughtonreax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911385603368482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Patrick Troughton's facial reactions to monsters and/or foam. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDfbfFWbPnCzU_9EZ0Gu9XPb7_rgAoGKytcpUjF6OmzwH482l4ZcEZSzNxGUsC1wOo6XsV8BMlPH33wjsEimM3T9QLd63JKAyHOb38hfvx_4DZ4KRYCS0IRu244vZzk0uZPkQjkZLGrey/s1600/William_Hartnell__279060s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDfbfFWbPnCzU_9EZ0Gu9XPb7_rgAoGKytcpUjF6OmzwH482l4ZcEZSzNxGUsC1wOo6XsV8BMlPH33wjsEimM3T9QLd63JKAyHOb38hfvx_4DZ4KRYCS0IRu244vZzk0uZPkQjkZLGrey/s400/William_Hartnell__279060s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911364357039570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">William Hartnell in general. The OG (Original Gallifreyan)</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifKu-mqQoFlz-OJQqGrugWKzcfpWkRffuiq2j_lmHbrHyt8KI3qWr2WvxkbMw5JXhFGCG4d2PG3oJv3xaHujN3WQy5q_j_FqtAx57cGAwrfV-nNLxQR-fDFgpI15gr1iBoGDmN4G8UK1S/s1600/zygon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgifKu-mqQoFlz-OJQqGrugWKzcfpWkRffuiq2j_lmHbrHyt8KI3qWr2WvxkbMw5JXhFGCG4d2PG3oJv3xaHujN3WQy5q_j_FqtAx57cGAwrfV-nNLxQR-fDFgpI15gr1iBoGDmN4G8UK1S/s400/zygon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911356131700322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Zygons: half fetus, half octopus...ALL TERROR. Still <i>Doctor Who</i>'s greatest monster? (Yes.)</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPHdjl1AvP8LJ4LWQNp4Px8fJJybcYNaevHujbGC9-svy-CqJa8nmJNkv-s-zk6lYRvnT6Zs5SkJwhNCCvf6gvWiF05hSijsBFgNZ4HgFuEa9vRVrV6ZcgNbtYNS0I5sX_nJa0ZwQXThN/s1600/250px-leela.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPHdjl1AvP8LJ4LWQNp4Px8fJJybcYNaevHujbGC9-svy-CqJa8nmJNkv-s-zk6lYRvnT6Zs5SkJwhNCCvf6gvWiF05hSijsBFgNZ4HgFuEa9vRVrV6ZcgNbtYNS0I5sX_nJa0ZwQXThN/s400/250px-leela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911350906454242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Leela's cavegirl from the future costume.</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLd_x9eflaDsSRsm8Div9UhxtBKG408GlTdgA3WP7eUw8KzhbOBCczapX5uvwW6F1DfpQ3-c_Ts0CkHgjCMNU3lP8eBBdqL5c6jPbSicAYCbryfSHgjJW7Ym8tAPmtbNbVrdaMWVYea9x/s1600/delgar04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLd_x9eflaDsSRsm8Div9UhxtBKG408GlTdgA3WP7eUw8KzhbOBCczapX5uvwW6F1DfpQ3-c_Ts0CkHgjCMNU3lP8eBBdqL5c6jPbSicAYCbryfSHgjJW7Ym8tAPmtbNbVrdaMWVYea9x/s400/delgar04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484910656676897714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Roger Delgado as the Master. That's a widow's peak that means business (and evil).</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSvufXKIrIg7UYibFhdlwNVGYjqWtKoCRvMBSq4paA1RHjLKqNGd4A6UPrbI1u7X56AzYXNY98LGM4CT2Hn7rrD04XMRdljCbKkMCHP20D3a0lNz6B4RTrqnS63rLeFjyS7Pwd9tNVB7x/s1600/mccanceled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSvufXKIrIg7UYibFhdlwNVGYjqWtKoCRvMBSq4paA1RHjLKqNGd4A6UPrbI1u7X56AzYXNY98LGM4CT2Hn7rrD04XMRdljCbKkMCHP20D3a0lNz6B4RTrqnS63rLeFjyS7Pwd9tNVB7x/s400/mccanceled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484910643308092098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Doctor Who </i>being canceled in 1989. A mercy killing if there ever was one. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>The Bad:</b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHdbT51uxgD1TR_RDSeI6z9MgaaLuuu3ZDOyDK6Dfj-Ejw1wYmmnfUHobGd2k0C7gu-OAdcME6zSQHiEscBvIK9HlpjxSULeNS38kQde7gar_7NpGtuLQWzwpLD1EKNW8QZFDkkqAKHog/s1600/ultimate+adventure+2.JPEG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHdbT51uxgD1TR_RDSeI6z9MgaaLuuu3ZDOyDK6Dfj-Ejw1wYmmnfUHobGd2k0C7gu-OAdcME6zSQHiEscBvIK9HlpjxSULeNS38kQde7gar_7NpGtuLQWzwpLD1EKNW8QZFDkkqAKHog/s400/ultimate+adventure+2.JPEG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484910633456908562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In the mid-1980's it was decided that Doctor Who's level of resemblance to a rodeo clown was dangerously low. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtj0vAjJzwnm1yBkCvFJG-CmFAVn6B-IhzovNVRkH_qPsYNjU6f0VKOFeUcvo08zGRqnsXborRlm13zH2K_gN77IWPT5Cc4j49aAp8JlUSJWZzKkremu9wJx2KZFSzegTzqosPxZv4Yd3n/s1600/9xv1xsiedbu_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtj0vAjJzwnm1yBkCvFJG-CmFAVn6B-IhzovNVRkH_qPsYNjU6f0VKOFeUcvo08zGRqnsXborRlm13zH2K_gN77IWPT5Cc4j49aAp8JlUSJWZzKkremu9wJx2KZFSzegTzqosPxZv4Yd3n/s400/9xv1xsiedbu_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484910632076851218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The time when Doctor Who got life advice from Geoffrey the butler. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizwe1-GTaysOH59XzBUcfB2EH209SnMw2BanaJaaa2cKKxgl5Pam34usfphHpW1_pBa1ToSVr7nlKHqh56zHdmIzXEsVHE_Sdwu4l_9t8ktBcZI1lKbUfNyKv2mdLjYjONoxBgVUxzCvp/s1600/snipshot-a41jaqb16g7p.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizwe1-GTaysOH59XzBUcfB2EH209SnMw2BanaJaaa2cKKxgl5Pam34usfphHpW1_pBa1ToSVr7nlKHqh56zHdmIzXEsVHE_Sdwu4l_9t8ktBcZI1lKbUfNyKv2mdLjYjONoxBgVUxzCvp/s400/snipshot-a41jaqb16g7p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484910628226176498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Doctor Who </i>celebrating its triumphant return to the airwaves by stealing jokes from <i>Austin Powers 2: The Spy Who Shagged Me</i>. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7bN2VQj3Vo2dq5K2kOdugq2CEm7cSkqOiYhfteveapum_T5W5HWk-xuUdpqO-BosbUan5uycazr0IFIdwX7sa28B62MmfnMrdNc2SuIv_ZSJMriMTnc62aklke8Qn_N1FZjGOGPnECnZ/s1600/4x13-journey-s-end-screencaps-doctor-rose-badwolf-tenth-rose-3543783-640-352.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7bN2VQj3Vo2dq5K2kOdugq2CEm7cSkqOiYhfteveapum_T5W5HWk-xuUdpqO-BosbUan5uycazr0IFIdwX7sa28B62MmfnMrdNc2SuIv_ZSJMriMTnc62aklke8Qn_N1FZjGOGPnECnZ/s400/4x13-journey-s-end-screencaps-doctor-rose-badwolf-tenth-rose-3543783-640-352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484909771727467394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Doctor mawkishly manufacturing a doofy doppelganger to bone the buxom and big-lipped Billie Piper. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bLAj0ST6PRC5fPB8jRDZTh6c3fkky8Eq7mMX3X3Vd0sgNN50yFxfMIUgVk82OmVx7vD0bUV4YQykeVUFXzUGy24oJUbgpJ5GxtRbDLSCUAL3jcW1tCmWSF2RTx6Mrr0j0t5p0M8mXxjW/s1600/doctorwho+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bLAj0ST6PRC5fPB8jRDZTh6c3fkky8Eq7mMX3X3Vd0sgNN50yFxfMIUgVk82OmVx7vD0bUV4YQykeVUFXzUGy24oJUbgpJ5GxtRbDLSCUAL3jcW1tCmWSF2RTx6Mrr0j0t5p0M8mXxjW/s400/doctorwho+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484909766161174402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Timothy Dalton and his stupid power glove. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>The Ugly:</b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4O0mlnYwtDmlV5mQB0_2zayBHFuPrRJIWFpJOReS6hEBZLJdDg0zpQqDyyCryiv8DYYZO0idV-rKIM1xbbyH7fqZcC83x3t7HuCYbQYGD1CB4mDhffiGgPW8vsNDURaoQIAu1O14ekl1K/s1600/n11392.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4O0mlnYwtDmlV5mQB0_2zayBHFuPrRJIWFpJOReS6hEBZLJdDg0zpQqDyyCryiv8DYYZO0idV-rKIM1xbbyH7fqZcC83x3t7HuCYbQYGD1CB4mDhffiGgPW8vsNDURaoQIAu1O14ekl1K/s400/n11392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484909756632015474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0z68JKQyaqofxr2dha338JbZuTo4kpbvy_Y2hBSf4NLpLLIYD5CYp9aUbiPa7rG4M0gQQMkoBErsuprB_a9H18wnaobTwaLBG88txtXUBS7l3TM_w_JmBcIvHt8kCIhxCLsMe8eK4jrk/s1600/The_Creature_from_the_Pit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0z68JKQyaqofxr2dha338JbZuTo4kpbvy_Y2hBSf4NLpLLIYD5CYp9aUbiPa7rG4M0gQQMkoBErsuprB_a9H18wnaobTwaLBG88txtXUBS7l3TM_w_JmBcIvHt8kCIhxCLsMe8eK4jrk/s400/The_Creature_from_the_Pit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484909748740153266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOG9tzA3gYUQa9pVV3TDD2RXaaIPk9jxid9JKQBaW50JbrvKJijTiSUiTR73SCF3_ajd72j8ORuZ4KJ6cot6x2KQIBhTSASi568HMqx_MW0HkEHN-Rum3c-zORy0DwrKpVC1OA-kAy-QwP/s1600/Doctor+Who+a+Writers+Tale+Russell+T+Davies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOG9tzA3gYUQa9pVV3TDD2RXaaIPk9jxid9JKQBaW50JbrvKJijTiSUiTR73SCF3_ajd72j8ORuZ4KJ6cot6x2KQIBhTSASi568HMqx_MW0HkEHN-Rum3c-zORy0DwrKpVC1OA-kAy-QwP/s400/Doctor+Who+a+Writers+Tale+Russell+T+Davies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484909742428697250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tip for aspiring writers: do the opposite of whatever this book says about plot and you'll be fine. </div></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-54589300431425640912010-06-13T02:47:00.000-04:002010-06-13T20:10:55.140-04:00Achtung Zombi: 5 Undead National Socialists<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ROAOdXkHkaHjKxqkaUSt-nQ5fWRtsKEfkhRRUX-3zvZ1jBzeqRcmLEttHoEN8N09cIgQiPiYvgr8ZKokWgj8QJ9MmD2P9lWaT1YJjhD7w7MlQdCrF6SGJx6IJPTD_gYnuqhqwtLoSzbj/s1600/ja4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ROAOdXkHkaHjKxqkaUSt-nQ5fWRtsKEfkhRRUX-3zvZ1jBzeqRcmLEttHoEN8N09cIgQiPiYvgr8ZKokWgj8QJ9MmD2P9lWaT1YJjhD7w7MlQdCrF6SGJx6IJPTD_gYnuqhqwtLoSzbj/s400/ja4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482158519758520770" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>After 65 years, the world is still collectively squeamish at the thought of the heart of Western Civilization committing spiritual and intellectual suicide. The Nazis still loom in our memory. Low brow media like horror movies and comic books do not shy away from poking a stick into our fear of National Socialism rising from the dead. They do it, however, with the language they know. The language of monsters. This fear (that happens to be, unfortunately, based in reality) of Nazi ideas and beliefs being figuratively undead is embodied by Nazis who are <i>literally </i>undead. These five ghastly goose-steppers are some of the most memorable. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">(FUNF) Von Klempt from Mike Mignola's <i>Hellboy</i></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-dUbVu2g_BOsT0Hi-K1LgW_E4nVFUjQnm3fui0mDPUwnSlAmtmMqsLtDqwijYAKHKuZFwKbp6FfUuCs_Uk4hPJfRqZXY5nE0a9bqo3rmFgZGoMx54foWJwuEDHFC3lXhZ23C_4hyphenhyphen5HKm/s1600/von+klempt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-dUbVu2g_BOsT0Hi-K1LgW_E4nVFUjQnm3fui0mDPUwnSlAmtmMqsLtDqwijYAKHKuZFwKbp6FfUuCs_Uk4hPJfRqZXY5nE0a9bqo3rmFgZGoMx54foWJwuEDHFC3lXhZ23C_4hyphenhyphen5HKm/s400/von+klempt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482152507604200802" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Mignola is not the master of the undead comic book Nazi. That title will always belong to Jack Kirby (see below) but Mignola's <i>Hellboy </i>is rotten with them. In a bit of historical retconning he made Rasputin, the horny pet monk of Czarina Alexandra, a Nazi collaborator and immortal wizard. There was also Kronen, a scientist who always wore gas mask, whom was turned into a badass ninja cyborg by Guillermo del Toro in the first Hellboy movie. Von Klempt makes the list because not only he was an undead disembodied Nazi head (more on that later) but also because he controlled an army of cybernetic gorillas. Poland never had a chance. </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(VIER) Aqua-Nazi-zombies from <i>Shock Waves</i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkk0GXRUdNygkk8LHkbAzPWbY-YQZZg-I7DSDrH8M5yYz8vOb1TYEgFjDeF1ip83YiNj9ouAF0goQ84s8sQZL_R0mO6qnjUPJrLxLgn0-MzNiMBJoLgrK3ETXZ7vy8vjrlO3p9M_dhSZJE/s1600/shockwaves2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkk0GXRUdNygkk8LHkbAzPWbY-YQZZg-I7DSDrH8M5yYz8vOb1TYEgFjDeF1ip83YiNj9ouAF0goQ84s8sQZL_R0mO6qnjUPJrLxLgn0-MzNiMBJoLgrK3ETXZ7vy8vjrlO3p9M_dhSZJE/s400/shockwaves2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482152498486402658" /></a>I was excited about watching <i>Shock Waves</i>. I remember the VHS box as a kid. It's about zombies who are not only Nazis (Nazbies? Zomzis?) but they live underwater. It's the <i>Creature from the Black Lagoon </i>+ George Romero + <i>Mein Kampf. </i>How could this not be amazing? What a surprise when someone replaced my fresh-from-Amazon DVD of this cult classic with a chronically dull and ineptly made snoozefest. Besides being terrible, <i>Shock Waves</i> shows that movie zombies are scary because they're your next door neighbors. They're your family who now want to eat you. Nazis were always brainwashed villainous a-holes so Nazi zombies are not that much of a stretch from reality. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(DREI) cursed Nazis from <i>Dead Snow</i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWvvb9IU852PgT8nX793y8itLwNszkmLGlbk7XLPr4P__tQtHas6DeJa-zp0wcx0UiLALJjk8ZYKCaygxrJCLvDne_nJtlvqhD8MOHd-DyyHorzEb1aQQIsOxaEVuUnqN575qaZnDiHRc/s1600/dead-snow-movie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWvvb9IU852PgT8nX793y8itLwNszkmLGlbk7XLPr4P__tQtHas6DeJa-zp0wcx0UiLALJjk8ZYKCaygxrJCLvDne_nJtlvqhD8MOHd-DyyHorzEb1aQQIsOxaEVuUnqN575qaZnDiHRc/s400/dead-snow-movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482152494137347090" /></a>These zombies look great. The movie has some cool gore. It also has a fat guy in a Peter Jackson's <i>Braindead</i> t-shirt spouting clever dialogue like "This is just like <i>Evil Dead</i>" and other annoying nerd references. <i>Dead Snow </i>is too precious for its own good and it attempts to mask the fact that it is extremely derivative by being insufferably arch and referential. The zombies themselves are pretty cool though. If you want something creepy and Nordic read <i>The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo </i>or watch <i>Mamma Mia</i>. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(ZWEI) Adolf Hitler</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasDauk1WOKV2e_1xDKEIPtW-SkAnsteNAYft2y5eLFSF9VmFjRFL0cd6Z8x3MKD5REL6sRBJrEV-F0rhevIok0DL-VoBUbGhvsZeTDB2W_T-6eLGLnNaLWe-ekj7lRYecLOVswcFRw-tQ/s1600/hitler's+brain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasDauk1WOKV2e_1xDKEIPtW-SkAnsteNAYft2y5eLFSF9VmFjRFL0cd6Z8x3MKD5REL6sRBJrEV-F0rhevIok0DL-VoBUbGhvsZeTDB2W_T-6eLGLnNaLWe-ekj7lRYecLOVswcFRw-tQ/s400/hitler's+brain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150435753950674" /></a>I was toying with the idea of watching <i>They Saved Hitler's Brain</i> for this post but life is too short. All I know is that part of the movie was filmed in the early 60's and parts were filmed in the late 60's. This means that one of the leads looks like Don Draper while the other looks like a bargain basement porn star. I did watch a clip that shows a disembodied Hitler head hooked up to a machine featuring a lot of dials and switches. As an added bonus, this Hitler-machine has a handle making the Fuhrer's head completely portable. Talk about convenience!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNx3yQagthfP3i_IXgUMw_GE0eKYbLsOqE5B7TVCnsTHPvGVmFAr0Y6OgFDZ_2wBtGPsSdYf2L2aVzx9rExMdGl4O8MlvSBN1OSIpUw6H8Mx6i6YGV_bQVBZg_zmnRQQIfktG6t1ojgk_/s1600/hitler's+brain+handle.jpg.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNx3yQagthfP3i_IXgUMw_GE0eKYbLsOqE5B7TVCnsTHPvGVmFAr0Y6OgFDZ_2wBtGPsSdYf2L2aVzx9rExMdGl4O8MlvSBN1OSIpUw6H8Mx6i6YGV_bQVBZg_zmnRQQIfktG6t1ojgk_/s400/hitler's+brain+handle.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150427300597074" /></a></div><div>Probably the best undead Hitler story is "He's Alive" from <i>The Twilight Zone</i>. Like all of Rod Serling's best scripts, its twist is almost laughably meaningful but hearfelt. The late Dennis Hopper gives one of his best early performances as a Neo-Nazi who finds out that his mysterious benefactor is Hitler's ghost.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-3192jOn5Wf3Ex0IaW1XdmGzup_xhF78xbFt_YF4gWo0FLF_Oksl1SyFtnJXCiIqd_AxPaEvWGSrwJEeBauMb6BUVhevJaozUTo9UEzuVZME39YOYdj2nR73zq91tAdx4P7fKqkq0P3t/s1600/hopper.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-3192jOn5Wf3Ex0IaW1XdmGzup_xhF78xbFt_YF4gWo0FLF_Oksl1SyFtnJXCiIqd_AxPaEvWGSrwJEeBauMb6BUVhevJaozUTo9UEzuVZME39YOYdj2nR73zq91tAdx4P7fKqkq0P3t/s400/hopper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150424108034130" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(EINS) Three way tie: Hate Monger, The Red Skull, and Armin Zola</b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sLa4kHY9ax83XzYIjFSa4aMqQgPSRXW1_jyKTdbNbvA8JsyGRP_ufIwanGJugy11mrye8CxzHuFR9EwS1bdGfZDtKhxFADuP3fFCqFddOMS9x6w6yFiKQec46rAs7Zt1IHUISWVRuzUg/s1600/svtu1701.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sLa4kHY9ax83XzYIjFSa4aMqQgPSRXW1_jyKTdbNbvA8JsyGRP_ufIwanGJugy11mrye8CxzHuFR9EwS1bdGfZDtKhxFADuP3fFCqFddOMS9x6w6yFiKQec46rAs7Zt1IHUISWVRuzUg/s400/svtu1701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150403495575410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div>It's logical that the greatest creator of monster Nazis would be a Jewish World War II veteran. Jack Kirby was the master of comic book krauts. If they weren't actively deformed like the three winners, they looked like Neanderthals with monocles. The Hate Monger (the guy in the purple KKK outfit) should technically be listed under #2 since the Fantastic Four revealed that (SPOILER WARNING) he was actually Hitler with ray gun. The Red Skull (soon to be played by the suitably bulbous-headed Hugo Weaving) has cheated death on several occasions. Once he came back in a body cloned from Captain America by this guy:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymlw09wrmbZLNSP8hkzS6F3Mua_xAzxoiSfx9vkRLBVITG3xPqykb1dsh1LwRRsdUC1ZACBnU03gcCOrH-V5tHNDCMU2QgcpBSQjEzJFAF80eGAhhz7gEhKvaz1H_s28I8KUPgbct6_QA/s1600/310458175_49704e0ef8_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymlw09wrmbZLNSP8hkzS6F3Mua_xAzxoiSfx9vkRLBVITG3xPqykb1dsh1LwRRsdUC1ZACBnU03gcCOrH-V5tHNDCMU2QgcpBSQjEzJFAF80eGAhhz7gEhKvaz1H_s28I8KUPgbct6_QA/s400/310458175_49704e0ef8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150414095054130" /></a>Armin Zola, continuing with the theme of Nazi heads where no Nazi heads should be, downloaded his mind into a robotic body. His face is projected on a computer screen in his chest. The image of the perfect master-race living on as a bunch of malformed goons is the irony at the heart of Nazi horror. Zola and the others on this list show that even death will not interfere with the lust for <i>lebensraum. </i>If your original genes were Aryan it doesn't matter if you are currently a robot, a zombie, or a head in a jar. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qmo_9fV53igeF89g26_baB15iF0Own3gs4XJNZFGzpZED-SJ8KYYlW0iiWd4J-Nsw7ez3rCH1cCp8VJLuv8IO3ds7I9sxI91LjivtVRB5i0jVeTXvJcjWvIIDX-8LrHDboFAsXdRU7Z1/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qmo_9fV53igeF89g26_baB15iF0Own3gs4XJNZFGzpZED-SJ8KYYlW0iiWd4J-Nsw7ez3rCH1cCp8VJLuv8IO3ds7I9sxI91LjivtVRB5i0jVeTXvJcjWvIIDX-8LrHDboFAsXdRU7Z1/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482297596807599314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></i></div><div><i><br /></i><br /></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-81984099855376660952010-06-06T02:47:00.000-04:002010-06-07T17:07:17.102-04:00GO SEE SPLICE! “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”<div>In a nut-shell....</div><div style="text-align: center;">This good:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdXe2DkOsFwURF_1nPYG0-_C22goe-dINiXlBcbXvn-Uj9BrlC1CcR3sHPsPs5x4WO2LcsxufO3OjA3yxKsdn9-KStc40wL7jhWzMVM35kb-vKRfQkythQiHa1tSs_N4uNwThfTwL6qIR/s1600/splice3-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdXe2DkOsFwURF_1nPYG0-_C22goe-dINiXlBcbXvn-Uj9BrlC1CcR3sHPsPs5x4WO2LcsxufO3OjA3yxKsdn9-KStc40wL7jhWzMVM35kb-vKRfQkythQiHa1tSs_N4uNwThfTwL6qIR/s400/splice3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479548922088059698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This bad:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtDZC5VARxMItdSMf-az_fTyPumt48RGEHJgH-_HLfO9GX30jDERWeXw0CjHWP29MqDfeHO8tAyGWMpl-08MQMVECEtryyJsjXADypu3eVqs41s5kAoB_-eLSeXdkrprB6RFRX4gM4LZW/s1600/paranormal-activity.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtDZC5VARxMItdSMf-az_fTyPumt48RGEHJgH-_HLfO9GX30jDERWeXw0CjHWP29MqDfeHO8tAyGWMpl-08MQMVECEtryyJsjXADypu3eVqs41s5kAoB_-eLSeXdkrprB6RFRX4gM4LZW/s400/paranormal-activity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479548918472189378" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>Splice </i>is one of those rare contemporary horror films that is not based solely around the oh-no-it's-a-scary-surprise formula. There are no haunted houses. There are only haunted people. There is a monster but she is not a demon from the world of the Dark Ages. She has at least one three-toed foot in 2010. Yet Dren (the chimera at the heart of <i>Splice</i>) also speaks to something more primitive and universal than any spirit or phantom. Bioengineering could bring us a frightening world where monsters are real or it could take us into the golden age of humanity where pestilence and famine are endangered species. <i>Splice </i>is a little more coy about that question than most mad science movies. I would argue that the real act of bioengineering criticized by the film is the world's oldest: parenthood. This is where the film subverts a primal urge and takes movie goers to places that are uncomfortable. Serious questions about the roles of family are raised and elements of developmental psychology are dissected without slowing down the monster thriller at the film's core. Essentially <i>Splice </i>never forgets that it is a horror film with a ridiculous monster but it chooses to go for disturbing otherness than the "jump-out." To break it down even simpler: <i>Splice </i>is about <b>something</b>.<div><br /></div><div>The inexplicable hit <i>Paranormal Activity </i>brought a lot of attention to itself and the horror genre. Some of it deservedly so. Most of it not. It's tricks are somewhat amusing. The film's homemade quality a welcome change from two hundred million dollar tent pole movies. It's attempts to make candles and Ouija boards and wires spooky are toothless but refreshing after a decade of CGI ectoplasm. My real issue with <i>PA </i>is that it's about being scared and nothing more. No characters to speak of really. No plot to speak of really. Nothing to say except "boo!" </div><div><br /></div><div>I also have an issue with <i>PA</i>'s monster: the demonic force tormenting the painfully uninteresting heroine. I do not find demons frightening or disturbing. Same with ghosts. I don't think about them. They're myths--relics from a time when we didn't know any better. I appreciate the craft of something like <i>The Haunting</i> or the religious force of <i>The Omen </i>or <i>The Exorcist</i> but they are about issues that just do not apply to the world of 2010. Ghosts aren't real and demons aren't either. Not that Miss Dren is any more realistic than a demon or ghost. The difference is that genetic engineering does in fact exist. Parenting brings with it many moral dilemmas. <i>Splice </i>is fantastic and unrealistic but its problems represent our world. It's the real world in an unreal movie. One day I might have to struggle with the ethical implications of a new being's moral education. I will never, however, have to worry about summoning an oogly boogly with a board game. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Splice </i>not only demonstrates that horror does not have to be concerned solely with scariness but it also demonstrates that it can also be a good movie. The grainy night vision of <i>Paranormal Activity </i>is a good gimmick but aesthetically lacking. <i>Splice </i>is expertly filmed with atmosphere and movement. Director Natali creates compositions that rank among the most memorable in modern horror. <i>PA's </i>characters were non-entities performed by believable if not exactly engaging actors. <i>Splice </i>features three wonderful central performances. Sarah Polley is now one of the great movie mad scientists.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Delphine Chanéac delivers the greatest mute monster performance since Boris Karloff. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Splice </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">is not a perfect movie buy any stretch (for a review that gets it right read </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><a href="http://io9.com/5555750/in-splice-the-nuclear-family-is-a-science-experiment-gone-horribly-wrong?skyline=true&s=i"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Annalee Newitz's review on io9</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">) but it does demonstrate something often woefully ignored. Horror movies do not have to be empty. They can be about more than being afraid of the dark. Their goals can be loftier than scaring the bejesus out of an audience. They can have those goals without forgetting that people paid money to be creeped out. If you want creative, intelligent horror movies go see </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Splice. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">If you want to see some tired meaningless nonsense about the devil wait for the Eli Roth produced </span>The Last Exorcism. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">If you want quality, then </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">watch Adrien Brody do weird things with a bald, dinosaur-legged Frenchwoman. </span></span></span></span></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-86689870623302513142010-05-23T03:47:00.000-04:002010-05-23T04:20:11.812-04:00Gojira Haiku!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tpTJI7bCKGanbtXT7cDsl66YzCjDTz49yHpZ_Vos3t2H_cpWoV-TsggEKUuatXsPfYrXYax8ie8xvmsYhyMUY8uI74bhxQS8SJvqGUk1HSZ80flAIdTBgdJhmXQnJQGnRtu-rdZbwqs5/s1600/GojiraHeader.jpg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tpTJI7bCKGanbtXT7cDsl66YzCjDTz49yHpZ_Vos3t2H_cpWoV-TsggEKUuatXsPfYrXYax8ie8xvmsYhyMUY8uI74bhxQS8SJvqGUk1HSZ80flAIdTBgdJhmXQnJQGnRtu-rdZbwqs5/s400/GojiraHeader.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474374749557546322" /></a><br /><div>First post of 2010! Let the second phase of THE HOUSE THAT DRIPPED BLOG begin! Is there a better way to begin phase two than by writing poetry celebrating what is, objectively speaking, the greatest science fiction monster movie of all time? </div><div><br /></div><div>Don't you think a sombre, serious film exploring the repercussions of World War II and the atomic age deserves some light verse? </div><div><br /></div><div>Isn't it time to show Tom Hanks and HBO who really knows how to terrorize the Japanese?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMX8zdl3boyAjw19WCTXQoDJgYotA5kMwt4fHH8Knk85DqUEXhrrvKD-Pc3f1tJkxifNBC14BSq9xacfMM-lzoB38bbZy90yGVULZAUem20ZgpHZZXdGSlL8685OZsU-Nn1PkvnrEsMfO/s1600/GojiraHanks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMX8zdl3boyAjw19WCTXQoDJgYotA5kMwt4fHH8Knk85DqUEXhrrvKD-Pc3f1tJkxifNBC14BSq9xacfMM-lzoB38bbZy90yGVULZAUem20ZgpHZZXdGSlL8685OZsU-Nn1PkvnrEsMfO/s400/GojiraHanks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474374741452828738" /></a><br /></div><div>If you answered "yes" or "arigato" to any of these questions keep reading...<i>Gojira Haiku!</i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CUfCMhQSKoH3Cxo19nyiWuL-hAfZM3eowaNSt67hzei9SmaxYAne-KIJItPuOAERmE_yXFfhlBQq5GxEiWX4Or7PCBQDptG8YSiMfVk3GlkJ68RgZMgcruIsSnv92JPrjIp8VboNDMOD/s1600/GojiraGuitar.jpg.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CUfCMhQSKoH3Cxo19nyiWuL-hAfZM3eowaNSt67hzei9SmaxYAne-KIJItPuOAERmE_yXFfhlBQq5GxEiWX4Or7PCBQDptG8YSiMfVk3GlkJ68RgZMgcruIsSnv92JPrjIp8VboNDMOD/s400/GojiraGuitar.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474373616727107506" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Guitar at sundown</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Wind and harmonica blows</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Atomic fire burns</i></p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIssWEJLH110bdpXa6N8T5NYEWPT9IjOu6GocwyiXwhkTIdknIz5Uwv2XXcvgsG_vk-e2rEixqAPiEiKW6CKJ6Ej3ZK_EuQvyVDjCnjnOggj6CDNSyI9tcVnQ-Ka75KxxiS8cjup5sKwbe/s1600/GojiratTrilobite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIssWEJLH110bdpXa6N8T5NYEWPT9IjOu6GocwyiXwhkTIdknIz5Uwv2XXcvgsG_vk-e2rEixqAPiEiKW6CKJ6Ej3ZK_EuQvyVDjCnjnOggj6CDNSyI9tcVnQ-Ka75KxxiS8cjup5sKwbe/s400/GojiratTrilobite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474373612050121794" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Rains at Odo Isle</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Trilobite in the footprint</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Both come with thunder</i></p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwpvOIlFeqIpqLodKfRI-Kc31u45VEzbwOaxVoviQ1S-e9ojhk1-waXUPnkIeGBDdCnAyYxZW7F12giyJ36Cu0tQL_6wAh9r0Oed2dN7rhefQfPbgvyupaSi_MUoOkOjD2Y1nMXM64P0J/s1600/GojiraTrain.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwpvOIlFeqIpqLodKfRI-Kc31u45VEzbwOaxVoviQ1S-e9ojhk1-waXUPnkIeGBDdCnAyYxZW7F12giyJ36Cu0tQL_6wAh9r0Oed2dN7rhefQfPbgvyupaSi_MUoOkOjD2Y1nMXM64P0J/s400/GojiraTrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474373607376084258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>A train falls from teeth</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Straight out of prehistory</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>In debris meadows</i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJuk6pnbu3yY9ig4E7-mThH-o6MASSSqLUMffs_dOPELkgdV8YaWcTvZ81CJsM-RdLviuHV-2e8SodEs3zMRsN5Q6wWtMvE0arAixXmE2DkKwj9urMk15Az2erzMPdsLuXzaoxr0qEKYR/s1600/GojiraTank.jpg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJuk6pnbu3yY9ig4E7-mThH-o6MASSSqLUMffs_dOPELkgdV8YaWcTvZ81CJsM-RdLviuHV-2e8SodEs3zMRsN5Q6wWtMvE0arAixXmE2DkKwj9urMk15Az2erzMPdsLuXzaoxr0qEKYR/s400/GojiraTank.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474373599512025426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Miniature tanks;</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Fireworks ineffective on</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The reptile mountain</i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUBAeKie4zOfRnweu9ai5XwReuRSTiPz_PREs5P1wJQGBSVLiKgX3j8-Xks1zo0Q7bklUuyUzM4CIhG78KYOlW4BqSQoMfNWDpDwzto0UuzeugmN1oRvmr_DVmUqtC-8xBjG2nDtMX8mZ/s1600/GojiraSerizawa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUBAeKie4zOfRnweu9ai5XwReuRSTiPz_PREs5P1wJQGBSVLiKgX3j8-Xks1zo0Q7bklUuyUzM4CIhG78KYOlW4BqSQoMfNWDpDwzto0UuzeugmN1oRvmr_DVmUqtC-8xBjG2nDtMX8mZ/s400/GojiraSerizawa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474373595012846242" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Man with the eye patch;</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Oxygen destroyer works-</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Bye Doc and Zilla </i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div>P.S. I did not know about <a href="http://godzillahaiku.tumblr.com/">this</a> when I originally conceived this blog post. I thought I would be a pioneer in dai kaiju haiku but I thought wrong. </div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-38653702638709874662009-11-18T22:13:00.000-05:002009-11-19T00:29:50.882-05:0013 SHOCKTACULAR PHOTOS of WILLIAM CASTLE presented in DRIPPO-VISION<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1T22K253gk6wVjLSRR1N1WwdHTXAKMfENenSBvyxOx_bscF7UclMw4BbL9_2iQAzD-lGc6xhZms6hT1lhN-R28Wlc-jDrtdGWdOA7QeHb4_yjrTqahWvkUSNY19IB1cKnq51lp9APl_ae/s1600/profile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1T22K253gk6wVjLSRR1N1WwdHTXAKMfENenSBvyxOx_bscF7UclMw4BbL9_2iQAzD-lGc6xhZms6hT1lhN-R28Wlc-jDrtdGWdOA7QeHb4_yjrTqahWvkUSNY19IB1cKnq51lp9APl_ae/s400/profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405651010522762002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJrFesZ-msdctSwgePJ-_MyxlbkaQbtE97Ta3xEhYPfGVO1YfvFzoGrxVCMF0dHFmv1a-nfJpRrxArA1uPLgVHME3-cpkhZmcWQUWDAffQ-vlIDeZcGepa1X3hfxnqpDc6DH53HmyAXRd/s1600/cigar.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXr3PDX4Xy35NB60cN9L9y8azIwmfAuMJTbM1F_yHskjdTcOm5c1OLLlSg4wuhYoCJz8nzJjz2xpDwTuDxwAa0Q0aEasfbGqiWF3lJRNtoclqeXNgcByknZsmt288st7xV94kJjEluB6t/s400/macabre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405649848708757266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYk_xRw_5u7zzi1MiOlzjPqjtuTsaV-n3WDj4grRFDVCu-INXR44XYA2lZKysJWwf-eBtpjdqAs0UDWCcvDwlH9G_Bp7wHyDBdgzCK_DT9OzqG5VjVkHW2f9zVW__19E0i1KR0Sd-HdcW/s1600/halo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYk_xRw_5u7zzi1MiOlzjPqjtuTsaV-n3WDj4grRFDVCu-INXR44XYA2lZKysJWwf-eBtpjdqAs0UDWCcvDwlH9G_Bp7wHyDBdgzCK_DT9OzqG5VjVkHW2f9zVW__19E0i1KR0Sd-HdcW/s400/halo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405649846772267234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div>If you want to know how fun existence can be, do yourself a favor and buy <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Collection-Frightened-Homicidal-Strait-Jacket-Sardonicus/dp/B0024FAG3U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1258600608&sr=8-1">The William Castle Film Collection</a></i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Collection-Frightened-Homicidal-Strait-Jacket-Sardonicus/dp/B0024FAG3U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1258600608&sr=8-1">.</a><div><br /></div><div>I'm also the <a href="http://www.zomboscloset.com/zombos_closet_of_horror_b/2009/11/house-that-dripped-blog.html">spotlighted horror blogger at Zombos' Closet of Horror</a>. Please read my shocking origin story. </div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-87679606769318393752009-10-10T18:53:00.000-04:002009-10-10T22:28:33.306-04:00The OTHER Fall Holidays<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Why should Halloween be the only fall holiday celebrated with horror films? Aren't Columbus Day and Thanksgiving pretty horrific in their own rights? Think about what we celebrate during those days...events that lead to the downfall of entire civilizations. Spooky spooky!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Columbus Day: <i>Apocalypto </i>and <i>Zombi 2</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; ">Celebrate all things Italian and the discovery of the new world with this deviously disgusting double feature!</span></i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WWulVea-MRnNpBq1O7uj2NiW1dya2yJKVueXySaszUtYdqJm-nkI5ZI5QF4Yk7TsnRp1ZxHOggD_hCfEIKJcb5MQ7TJelioEJ_msb6qQ61T_rFnDEl48j-bQMyOa-8kSuAbEoSdGT4t8/s1600-h/apocalypto-7.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WWulVea-MRnNpBq1O7uj2NiW1dya2yJKVueXySaszUtYdqJm-nkI5ZI5QF4Yk7TsnRp1ZxHOggD_hCfEIKJcb5MQ7TJelioEJ_msb6qQ61T_rFnDEl48j-bQMyOa-8kSuAbEoSdGT4t8/s320/apocalypto-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391111191423082338" /></a><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>First up it’s master-of-disaster Mel Gibson’s Mayan-melee <b><i>Apocalypto</i></b>. Sorry Bear Jew, but here's the true master of torture porn! Honestly, it’s one of great movies of the past decade. Also, it features a bee hive used as a weapon. The film’s ending is surprisingly ambiguous given the strength of the director’s personal convictions. That’s my diplomatic way of saying I am surprised that someone with such loathsome and moronic views could direct a movie that is not completely reprehensible. Keep in mind how powerful this civilization was because our next movie is in honor of the people whose favorite son would all send it crashing down. That's a shame because, if Mel Gibson is to be believed, they were awesome:</o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbvYk_QeUjXB0kYpudXDpZOcpKxihmwPTlkPHU8PzXq618DXnasZbMucqtiGPKfgMC4z1seumnGq0-72YsNDF0ewTPxsmGKj-GWKRHiVmHehylVnInZL-7emwjVQQ6CTeIp9pkJ6YFUQx/s1600-h/apocalypto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbvYk_QeUjXB0kYpudXDpZOcpKxihmwPTlkPHU8PzXq618DXnasZbMucqtiGPKfgMC4z1seumnGq0-72YsNDF0ewTPxsmGKj-GWKRHiVmHehylVnInZL-7emwjVQQ6CTeIp9pkJ6YFUQx/s320/apocalypto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391110957896273810" /></a></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Our second film is Lucio Fulci’s inexplicably canonized <b><i>Zombi 2</i></b>. In all candor, I do not like <b><i>Zombi 2</i></b> (aka <b><i>Zombie</i></b>). There are maybe four good scenes of genuinely creative gruesomeness (two of which are pictured below). Most of the film consists of terrible actors languidly spouting awful dialogue while driving through the jungle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s insanely boring and artless. Is Fulci horror’s most overrated personality? I think so. Actually, watch another Italian movie instead. Maybe <b><i>Suspiria</i></b> or <b><i>Black Sunday</i></b>. I picked this one because it involves Italians in the Caribbean. </p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVelBlNIHjsCt_BnL5-P2_cz58ZHnUJOY93iWwXj7gZD53ZlJUswbB1T2Qt5dL0xNtZNsPTCSOovIfVDewVHly0pGmazyE9RfU3SxIAeXAJKCpeOWEtq8Y2WFeGTRjXQvDyKLO1GXrW3Tv/s1600-h/zombi2-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVelBlNIHjsCt_BnL5-P2_cz58ZHnUJOY93iWwXj7gZD53ZlJUswbB1T2Qt5dL0xNtZNsPTCSOovIfVDewVHly0pGmazyE9RfU3SxIAeXAJKCpeOWEtq8Y2WFeGTRjXQvDyKLO1GXrW3Tv/s320/zombi2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391110738662672546" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The famous shark scene is more impressive as a physical act than a horror scene:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_ym7Bb7LIqTi4DCYZq8AzP9qn9FxAs8-2wpdWEHC5LJaPNkQoGDULsJnrXpU-k2vyfsiEHk8Ag3pOwErnLeDvPi5YfX7iLwmtTaoCDyDM8LNdMsOkpEAfQGn_WlnThqajiLjwwwz16Lf/s1600-h/zombi2-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_ym7Bb7LIqTi4DCYZq8AzP9qn9FxAs8-2wpdWEHC5LJaPNkQoGDULsJnrXpU-k2vyfsiEHk8Ag3pOwErnLeDvPi5YfX7iLwmtTaoCDyDM8LNdMsOkpEAfQGn_WlnThqajiLjwwwz16Lf/s320/zombi2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391110635957414850" /></a><b>Thanksgiving: <i>Witchfinder General </i>and <i>The Manitou</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">It’s puritans and Indians! I could not think of a horror movie that had them together but this double feature will satisfy all you feather and buckle needs.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJdN7P6HUVJX_1PAKyTQRhFoBfnAtmT37ACMKjkpsb6GeJkB836xI69YAUwuACICh0JoXdXHnMUuYQPxYp0m94bXdN8u4xa2OQZ3-gWUEVeozxhuCsfc5zEJIRXt1OlycPbynnoiI7WqT/s1600-h/generalcadiavcisi.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "> </span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJdN7P6HUVJX_1PAKyTQRhFoBfnAtmT37ACMKjkpsb6GeJkB836xI69YAUwuACICh0JoXdXHnMUuYQPxYp0m94bXdN8u4xa2OQZ3-gWUEVeozxhuCsfc5zEJIRXt1OlycPbynnoiI7WqT/s320/generalcadiavcisi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391114034852879570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5OFocG3IKW0Me9yWg-yi_hHCTqysid9J9qWM3HWwjHuH0Tu0m5m_I4Gyp0VqSSB9dBDNb3RKX4yIIgbM2yYZLZpYJUSvy5_bYjM7rfvu7z4JKh0e9pfe_K13jnaZ-nLhZNtrlk39-V6c/s1600-h/witch3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Witchfinder General</i></b> is considered one of the most sophisticated horror films of the 1970’s. This means, that by normal movie standards, it is still pretty silly at times. Vincent Price is his usual pervy and bombastic self. The perviness magnified by his page boy haircut and pilgrim-style sadism. The film does not present very historically accurate information but it does get some of the broad strokes right. I am sure that these guys were not missed when they left for the New World. I would like to think that my ancestors were more of the “get-rich-quick” scheme/Jamestown types. </p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5OFocG3IKW0Me9yWg-yi_hHCTqysid9J9qWM3HWwjHuH0Tu0m5m_I4Gyp0VqSSB9dBDNb3RKX4yIIgbM2yYZLZpYJUSvy5_bYjM7rfvu7z4JKh0e9pfe_K13jnaZ-nLhZNtrlk39-V6c/s1600-h/witch3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5OFocG3IKW0Me9yWg-yi_hHCTqysid9J9qWM3HWwjHuH0Tu0m5m_I4Gyp0VqSSB9dBDNb3RKX4yIIgbM2yYZLZpYJUSvy5_bYjM7rfvu7z4JKh0e9pfe_K13jnaZ-nLhZNtrlk39-V6c/s320/witch3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391110559612675554" /></a><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The Manitou</i></b> is not an undiscovered classic. It is one of the worst horror films probably ever made. It is also one of the most unique. It is about a Native-American shaman growing on the neck of a famous psychic’s girlfriend. Yeah. Add the fact that Tony Curtis plays the psychic and you’ve got a real maniac of a movie on your hands. I remember watching this on TNT when I was a kid. Even then I was struck by how deadly serious this film takes the issue of neck shamans. Like Phase IV, this is a movie that could only be made in the seventies. </p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitG7RD57dy9XU7mzO1GbRZxcQkH6-24z6frqdMHczUFUEZxvdMrP79HNqmL4BRx1mWSZDM50SjqXMitKtLVW1kaVvdZUPghiGCQGiRCDTPB6WIIIzENhrNw9MVdtC4P3zhz1ALJcSkwxqW/s1600-h/manitou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitG7RD57dy9XU7mzO1GbRZxcQkH6-24z6frqdMHczUFUEZxvdMrP79HNqmL4BRx1mWSZDM50SjqXMitKtLVW1kaVvdZUPghiGCQGiRCDTPB6WIIIzENhrNw9MVdtC4P3zhz1ALJcSkwxqW/s320/manitou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391110469755184562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And when the shaman fully emerges from her neck, he's a little person:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsMRwNT3armu_nrQ1-xLInmVLOGkDr_RTI6sffQMwIJAKBwYeFEmieCQCp8jAoL_VpaF82CcqkPSCrFlNalQUvXcj2sD8trAu0uiTrhbqcUET0b-SCPq8DNCCPiYRM2Ib2682DQdYWkxK/s1600-h/manitou1b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsMRwNT3armu_nrQ1-xLInmVLOGkDr_RTI6sffQMwIJAKBwYeFEmieCQCp8jAoL_VpaF82CcqkPSCrFlNalQUvXcj2sD8trAu0uiTrhbqcUET0b-SCPq8DNCCPiYRM2Ib2682DQdYWkxK/s320/manitou1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391110329738609618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-35590543060412300932009-08-24T03:54:00.000-04:002009-08-25T04:49:46.267-04:00FACTSPLOITATION: The Mysterious Monsters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTFI5dH1H7CVB_2q4HbM5YNKTUBgvsNCGQ8308TCldJL2QxgDJIoYKs9qkd80AD_t6tWc1NETAdkmJvX8imQZqjqSH9uN9O_ESUSVfHWxeOgLKQszh9Oh0oebo8oBHhsRgGZ9MJZGGRUj/s1600-h/shoot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTFI5dH1H7CVB_2q4HbM5YNKTUBgvsNCGQ8308TCldJL2QxgDJIoYKs9qkd80AD_t6tWc1NETAdkmJvX8imQZqjqSH9uN9O_ESUSVfHWxeOgLKQszh9Oh0oebo8oBHhsRgGZ9MJZGGRUj/s320/shoot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373812197710795458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">The exploitation field of filmmaking is surprisingly varied. There's the oft parodied blaxploitation. There’s its white trash equivalent known as hicksploitation. And of course, the most odious of them all: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_exploitation">krautsploitation</a>! Today we’re going to talk about my favorite breed of sploitation: “factsploitation”. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> I don’t know if anybody has ever used the term “Factsploitation” but I’m going to pretend I invented it. “Factsploitation” films are documentaries that attempt to support a sensational thesis by using factual information or completely non-sensical bullshit. The emphasis is usually on the latter. Factsploitation films are not snuffumentaries like <i>Faces of Death </i>or gross-outs like <i>Mondo Cane</i>. Factsploitation films have loftier goals. They are films that are not content to simply show us a narrative in which a monster attacks or an alien invades. They want us to believe in the reality of monsters and aliens. Ghosts, UFO’s, sasquatches, talking plants, and the Book of Revelation are pressing issues in the world of Factsploitation. </o:p></p></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">One of the greatest sources of Factsploitation was Sunn Schick Pictures. Sunn Schick made a wide variety of cinematic and televisual detritus including “The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams”, “The Greatest Heroes of the Bible”, and the Donald Sutherland Arctic classic <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Bear Island. </i>Sunn also joined the R-rated horror boom in the 80’s with the very famous <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Cujo</i> and the much less famous <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">The Boogens</i>. Sunn’s Factsploitation features included <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">The Bermuda Triangle</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">In Search of the Historical Jesus, </i>and today’s film: 1976's <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">THE MYSTERIOUS MONSTERS</i> a.k.a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">BIGFOOT: THE MYSTERIOUS MONSTER. <o:p></o:p></i></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHhe7Z2KwgsjaUj4CoeqDa-6d0ebmfZZA0KN0p6Tg29ET1EdChRgTaDYJWUB44r89EQQnybkSY7HnVCt-S7D1eiwKdIAZFp-cr8CbQNjPkt_yVFjCPA_4eY7LPoGFjboGe1ua-LqN9sui/s1600-h/titlecard.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHhe7Z2KwgsjaUj4CoeqDa-6d0ebmfZZA0KN0p6Tg29ET1EdChRgTaDYJWUB44r89EQQnybkSY7HnVCt-S7D1eiwKdIAZFp-cr8CbQNjPkt_yVFjCPA_4eY7LPoGFjboGe1ua-LqN9sui/s320/titlecard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439434134159154" /></a>I disagree with the title card. I believe <i>The Mysterious Monsters</i> to be a fairer title because Nessie is also featured. Bigfoot is the star of the show but Nessie has enough of a role that I think it's a little rude to only include one monster in the title. Don't anachronistic plesiosaurs have feelings too?</div><div><br /></div><div>The film begins with host Peter "Do you like movies about gladiators?" Graves talking about how he was at first skeptical but "tantalized" (strange choice of word) by reports of bigfoot. If you think he remains skeptical at the end of this, then send me an e-mail about my rich Nigerian uncle's penile enlargement pills. Peter explains that bigfeet have been sighted all over the United States.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-IA9Q6rKY9H0KC48yiofOxHIjUB9gY_vcZi3yaQ8jkYJEwcbTgexZJY84MV61JsnKiUNmiNSUYO8KDJAQtf1fPnx5PuF5NgGj4ckx_PvUpcA9k5t8C0B9NZ7wJcb7pNCMMK5PN6a6bAcH/s1600-h/map.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-IA9Q6rKY9H0KC48yiofOxHIjUB9gY_vcZi3yaQ8jkYJEwcbTgexZJY84MV61JsnKiUNmiNSUYO8KDJAQtf1fPnx5PuF5NgGj4ckx_PvUpcA9k5t8C0B9NZ7wJcb7pNCMMK5PN6a6bAcH/s320/map.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439427443818626" /></a>After we've established the prevelance of bigfoot reports (how could so many people be lying?HMMMMM?) Peter starts telling the viewer about the recent discoveries of animals such as the Okapi, the panda, and the gorilla. He mentions that old cryptozoology chestnut, the coelacanth. This is all okay. Not a very persuasive argument for sasquatch but as a list of 20th century zoological discoveries it's legit. Shortly after this is when you realize that Peter Graves is your tour guide on a trip to bullshit island. Even by paranormal documentary standards things are about to get goofy. You see, added on the list of recently discovered animals is the Loch Ness Monster. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfC6E17jRnzcOdM29OVtlHvsLKv0iqTSXVrINQsBqAagPHSmlJLEsIp1do7xBp1gpV_9gueCLGAK2o6PGfxn6Fdq4o2J97W5Jr7DA4DVrKSEZgTPSQgRoDntRElrw-T5c9P90eTnGmUWzF/s1600-h/dinsdale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfC6E17jRnzcOdM29OVtlHvsLKv0iqTSXVrINQsBqAagPHSmlJLEsIp1do7xBp1gpV_9gueCLGAK2o6PGfxn6Fdq4o2J97W5Jr7DA4DVrKSEZgTPSQgRoDntRElrw-T5c9P90eTnGmUWzF/s320/dinsdale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439137742274274" /></a>At this point, the movie focuses on Nessie. The movie shows us some purported nessie photographs, all of which were later revealed to be phony. One photograph is a well known hoax involving a <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/photo_database/image/the_surgeons_photo/">toy submarine</a> and some clay. One photograph was a composite <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/archive/permalink/the_macnab_photograph/">fraud</a>. One photograph looks just like a plesiosaur flipper but was later revealed to be a heavily retouched picture of <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/archive/permalink/the_flipper_photo/">lake junk</a>. I only wished they showed the one that is actually <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/archive/permalink/the_spray_photograph/">a picture of a dog holding a stick</a>. One of the tricks of Factsploitation is to save on creature effects by simply showing some dodgy photos or an expert and a drawing. Nessies were a little too costly for Sunn Schick so some crap photos, Nessie hunter Tim Dinsdale, and a watercolor had to suffice. </div><div><br /></div><div>In 1952, John Cobb attempted to break the water speed record at Loch Ness. The film makes the logical conclusion that the fatal explosion that cut short his attempt (and life) was the fault of the monsters. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that he was going 200 mph in a boat. Watch one of those GREATEST MOMENTS OF TERROR CAUGHT ON FILM or whatever shows on SpikeTV or TruTv. They all have speedboat races. It's a sport rife with bloopers and tragedy. Monsters are not needed. </div><div><br /></div><div>After accusing Nessie of murder, the film makes a pronouncement so big that even by pseudoscience standards is pretty damn silly. The disembodied voice of Peter Graves says “Once rejected by scientists and skeptics, the Loch Ness Monsters are now believed to live in this lake…but still rejeceted by scientists and skeptics are the giant monsters that dwell in the forests of North America.” I actually agree with the logic in that. If Nessie is real, then maybe bigfoot is too. The problem is that Peter is not being totally honest with the whole "once rejected by scientists" thing. After closing the book on Nessie, we return to our regularly scheduled baloney sasquatch reenactment.... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-3nLBSsHP5_LFZYpezrUuZ7MvQujwA8hoeh0yx3vmzWGj6YgD2aAhGUc7e2NuKyKNBFZSyq2L4t9DLKstb9IoM5g-QtHkgZsydXqJPH-RAmex30AQUM8SFHFc-pv9vOAWFlnYHn4h9Er/s1600-h/scream.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-3nLBSsHP5_LFZYpezrUuZ7MvQujwA8hoeh0yx3vmzWGj6YgD2aAhGUc7e2NuKyKNBFZSyq2L4t9DLKstb9IoM5g-QtHkgZsydXqJPH-RAmex30AQUM8SFHFc-pv9vOAWFlnYHn4h9Er/s320/scream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439133569735170" /></a></div><div>This is photographic evidence of one of the greatest screams in monster movie history. The reenactment it is taken from is one of the two best bits of the movie. An actress pretending to be a babysitter (or is she a babysitter pretending to be an actress--in the world of Factsploitation nothing is as it seems) is waiting for her father to pick her up. The family she works for must be crazy survivalists because she's waiting in the middle of the woods. Dad comes to pick her up and on the car ride home they see bigfoot. Screaming and Peter Graves voiceover ensue. The scene is actually well done and the documentarian tone gives it an extra chill that something like <i>Snowbeast </i>does not have. The bigfoot costume is not great but not terrible. The biggest problem is that it looks like sasquatch shaves the areas around his nipples (see the photo that leads this article). </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBq7sHpDO6ZmdvXJELMVRvQsm5vSgVUNaTRDuW8nVNrfHNBrUUtXLVE8GjeSRx-NxWKmXWB1EIx0r5liEOUelNL3EUYAD34pINwcQD12sQcjKEgEKkOBTBlsgyk8BaM1c8WvM8wcZNYTe2/s1600-h/squatchface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBq7sHpDO6ZmdvXJELMVRvQsm5vSgVUNaTRDuW8nVNrfHNBrUUtXLVE8GjeSRx-NxWKmXWB1EIx0r5liEOUelNL3EUYAD34pINwcQD12sQcjKEgEKkOBTBlsgyk8BaM1c8WvM8wcZNYTe2/s320/squatchface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439126334228850" /></a>The face on the costume is fairly decent by cheapo-ape man standards. This shot is from a different reenactment that, like the majority of reenactments in <i>The Mysterious Monsters</i>, is oppressively dull. The narration is way more interesting. Mr. Graves explains that the Pacific Northwest has a rich history of bigfoot activity. Teddy Roosevelt himself recounted stories of wild men told to him by old pioneers. Peter speaks of a family of renegade squatches that kidnapped a 19th century trapper. He elaborates on the incident saying "<b>one</b> scientist" declared that this trapper demonstrated knowledge of primate society he could not possibly have known. Just one scientist? Isn't that admitting that there was only one crackpot who was willing and gullible enough to lend credence to an old drunk's ape terrors? It's a rare moment of honesty from Peter Graves. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpG8bJCzRjrTR6Nl8rxfqOcHGmomEeHKxhOLkhfd0T2VHH8x4153ihlt7yZmQr6qP2bLGf-whgtZvdwyfxaxwcYuBBWF-t3Q3JlVRTI6cZ9fhZfYTeoMxbjrfKO6jMehIgYWjYjS57maoj/s1600-h/beach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpG8bJCzRjrTR6Nl8rxfqOcHGmomEeHKxhOLkhfd0T2VHH8x4153ihlt7yZmQr6qP2bLGf-whgtZvdwyfxaxwcYuBBWF-t3Q3JlVRTI6cZ9fhZfYTeoMxbjrfKO6jMehIgYWjYjS57maoj/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439122268702850" /></a>Are the bigfoot peaceful beings in tune with nature or are they scary manbeasts waiting for the next unwary traveler to wander into the woods? The film is not sure. Most of the reenactments are pure scare tactics but scenes like the one above show bigfeet living peacefully in their sylvan kingdom. Factsploitations love to throw in a little eco-friendly "Love Your Mother" gibberish in between the psychics and second rate Yetis. </div><div><br /></div><div>The film pays special attention to the plaster casts of sasquatch footprints. The anthropologist Grover Krantz, who is definitely the only legit scientist in the movie, talks about some of the finer points concerning the prints. Peter then meets with a "professor" that reminded me of the academic stooges in the stories found in e-mails from Christian relatives. This bogus professor snidely tells Graves that there must be physical evidence. Faith is foolish! Only empirical evidence is acceptable! Peter goes to yet another actor portraying a scientist. This one is much more attractive and friendly. He's also wearing a lab coat. This doctor informs our host that new discoveries are being made everyday. We should not eliminate possibilities just because they do not conform to our preconceived notions. That fake scientist in a fake lab coat does have a point. You should always keep an open mind. When <i>The Mysterious Monsters </i>starts to make sense, however, your mind is a little too open. </div><div> </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfawmkb07GzRFf1bbV4_XtV5IEFNRXsnXSju5y3LpbMbPMdCgMbnf1N6ivyz_YJMrBnCvKSD4rmF93_X5cnhQVlQpBbLYSnKg77skkxGxNQ3UbV2fZSoZYAUmgCbLf5f1WKMzC6qbRzbAG/s1600-h/tracks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfawmkb07GzRFf1bbV4_XtV5IEFNRXsnXSju5y3LpbMbPMdCgMbnf1N6ivyz_YJMrBnCvKSD4rmF93_X5cnhQVlQpBbLYSnKg77skkxGxNQ3UbV2fZSoZYAUmgCbLf5f1WKMzC6qbRzbAG/s320/tracks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439117740229554" /></a>The film also introduces us to something admittedly phony. The man, whose boots and fake feet are pictured, was a bigfoot country local. He was talking to some visiting scientists when he told them that he did not believe in the monster. The bigfoot geeks told him that he was a hick and a moron. The man and his buddy decided to make some feet. The truth is that you do not need anything as fancy as big wooden feet to scam these people. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVOwgWeSll7D1UMoBGJLxpQD6-tykskLHe4R5x_7p8BbC6Dm5O8P0_sOMW-AzmLJ1SM0qrQRHN9KPOOESBRKyEoq4ZHg32wMvfrynIiepRIIqFCWD7mS1lFV-PAGufniaOVmCc0SNyGDs/s1600-h/feces.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVOwgWeSll7D1UMoBGJLxpQD6-tykskLHe4R5x_7p8BbC6Dm5O8P0_sOMW-AzmLJ1SM0qrQRHN9KPOOESBRKyEoq4ZHg32wMvfrynIiepRIIqFCWD7mS1lFV-PAGufniaOVmCc0SNyGDs/s320/feces.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437821318601522" /></a>Peter is so serious because he has a very serious subject he would like to share with us. Mr. Graves would like to take a moment of our time to speak on the topic of a UFM: Unidentified Fecal Matter. The haunting look in this photograph is an actor realizing he's getting paid to talk about sasquatch poop. Extras in lab coats look into microscopes while the narration assures us that the poop came from an unknown animal. Since I've never seen a Time magazine cover from 1976 that reads "HOLY SHIT! SCIENCE AND CRAP DOCUMENTARY PROVES BIGFOOT'S EXISTENCE!" I will assume that this fecal matter wasn't the smoking gun they were looking for.</div><div><br /></div><div>The poop is bad science but it at least involves microscopes and test tubes. The next bigfoot evidence does not even pretend to be anywhere near science. It involves a psychic detective. Pete brings the detective a large box and the psychic uses his powers to figure out that the box contains something sasquatch related (footprint cast). A safe bet considering he was being filmed for a sasquatch movie. The detective also draws a picture based on the juju he received from the box's mysterious content....</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YsrGL0Xi6FOcUAxec8Fg8RZSrWCB-YyHdIDMjGMcXOXhR0odxXJkyukkiIER_pgplR8Y1PY60NMrF1_cD15600SsjXbMj-vfw6L8D492b78CuUQ9eksL86z-nvwk3ZM7erxPMqJUu59P/s1600-h/psychicsketch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YsrGL0Xi6FOcUAxec8Fg8RZSrWCB-YyHdIDMjGMcXOXhR0odxXJkyukkiIER_pgplR8Y1PY60NMrF1_cD15600SsjXbMj-vfw6L8D492b78CuUQ9eksL86z-nvwk3ZM7erxPMqJUu59P/s320/psychicsketch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437816089061538" /></a>Lamest bigfoot picture ever. It's just a guy with a beard. The detective also detected that this creature stunk. The beard plus the stinkiness suggests the shocking possibility that bigfoot may in fact be a hipster d-bag. Peter should have asked the psychic if the creature had ever worn an ironic scarf. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>If you thought hypnotic regression therapy was just for detecting Satanic ritual abuse and alien abduction, then you're woefully ignorant. It can also be used to discover hidden bigfoot encounters. The next bit of bigfoot evidence is provided by this psychologist, a patient, and the doctor's unintentionally hilarious hypno-wheel...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-0Gpcy4O755aLG96Yp9NSFrdOjw-SBPrYzhvKFNN0yqtwttzhGmLMVp1YmnzeXUW9sK9wtZrafsfVIDRKsA9gAQ7c-F0LGmSvpWt8R2AHIAsG30i3C-zvreRvop-G4-4nq6k-iMU5q2D/s1600-h/hypnowheel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-0Gpcy4O755aLG96Yp9NSFrdOjw-SBPrYzhvKFNN0yqtwttzhGmLMVp1YmnzeXUW9sK9wtZrafsfVIDRKsA9gAQ7c-F0LGmSvpWt8R2AHIAsG30i3C-zvreRvop-G4-4nq6k-iMU5q2D/s320/hypnowheel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437813954553746" /></a>The film leaves the experts behind to return to the greatest pieces of evidence for bigfoot: eye witness accounts. The film's last great reenactment is tremendously fun. It's a full blown sasquatch home invasion epic topped only by a similar scene in <i>The Legend of Boggy Creek, </i>the <i>Citizen Kane </i>of cryptozoological factsploitation. A terrified young couple's house is under seige by an agressive bigfoot. There's a scene where the brute's arm punches through a window that actually made me jump the first time I saw it. When the boyfriend opens the door he finds and rather striking visitor. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCkKL3O5iYq1CdTd3F97iEwp0Kojc6qdsdbeKUmi7iPZXV7AicSVbOz0E6S2ytXnmnYoCGUEG8RTwJVHPmoMu0AsRenD3O__yc0s2UsLOAkK7xL0ebQVSVOsRmoLbFkBc0RVNszKzK3a0/s1600-h/watchtower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCkKL3O5iYq1CdTd3F97iEwp0Kojc6qdsdbeKUmi7iPZXV7AicSVbOz0E6S2ytXnmnYoCGUEG8RTwJVHPmoMu0AsRenD3O__yc0s2UsLOAkK7xL0ebQVSVOsRmoLbFkBc0RVNszKzK3a0/s320/watchtower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437804519172242" /></a>The scene ends with a close up and a freeze frame of the face of bigfoot. Pete doesn't let us know what happened after the encounter. Did bigfoot storm in and dismember them? Did it run away frightened? Did the guy shoot it? Did it just want to give them a copy of <i>Watchtower</i>? Peter Graves ain't telling.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of shooting bigfoot...the film details three instances of bigfoot's encounters with fire arms. Each time, the gun owners lower the weapons because they just couldn't bring themselves to fire at the beast. That's a pretty good system. If you see something that is person shaped and walks on two legs, then don't shoot it. It's a great way to avoid any pesky manslaughter or homicide charges. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>The film ends with Peter Graves hoping that one day bigfoot will be “as much a part of our life as the gorilla and the Loch Ness Monster.” That quote basically sums up the appeal of watching a Factsploitation film. Exploitation films are watched because of their audacity and their unintentional humor. These films have a pretense of seriousness that other B-movies don't have or don't sell as well. That makes them even sillier. </div><div><br /></div><div>The world of Factsploitation is not fictional but our world. When people left a theatre, they could be reasonably sure that they would not be eaten by giant rats. Factsploitation films are so much fun because they take our normal world and, with the help of some fake experts and bogus eyewitnesses, they turn it into a place populated with <i>real </i>monsters like Nessie and bigfoot. That's great special effects. </div><div><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkI9Yzfudwp3oVE8OkW5iGTh-DSrPhAyjiCFI4XrDYc21-YUzF2RIyUNSYjIJjoKpdXDMGQGs9xCQh1PVoXiNIJt9prLyhJzdAapnWRjZe4flZkI55txPsOQHW9hcccivp84E7jTlI4C02/s1600-h/disclaimer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkI9Yzfudwp3oVE8OkW5iGTh-DSrPhAyjiCFI4XrDYc21-YUzF2RIyUNSYjIJjoKpdXDMGQGs9xCQh1PVoXiNIJt9prLyhJzdAapnWRjZe4flZkI55txPsOQHW9hcccivp84E7jTlI4C02/s320/disclaimer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437799237450370" /></a>Coming soon...<i>The Force Beyond, The Late Great Planet Earth</i>, and <i>In Search of Noah's Ark.</i><br /><br /></div></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-92039639480233773262009-08-21T02:52:00.000-04:002009-08-19T23:48:54.078-04:00MY GORY STATE and THE GREATEST EDUCATIONAL PRODUCT EVER MADE<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">In the excellent anthology <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/State-Panoramic-Portrait-America/dp/0061470902">State by State</a></i></b>, Tony Horwitz writes of Virginia’s status as the mortuary state. He’s right. As far as states go, we’ve had a lot of bad times here in the old dominion. We’ve had Indian battles. We saw action in the Revolutionary War. Most of the Civil War was fought in Virginia. Plus slavery was in full swing. That’s a heap of human misery in the land of ham and tobacco.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> In Virginia, Civil War junk is everywhere. I live in the former capital of the Confederacy. A place where a giant bronze Jefferson Davis is a familiar sight. I grew up in rural Virginia. If you dig in your yard you may find Yankee killin' bullets. I’ve always been bored by it, which is strange when you consider that bloodbaths and massacres aren’t really that dull. Maybe it was the overexposure that made brother v. brother so uninteresting to me…or maybe it was the fact that I never had a set of CIVIL WAR NEWS trading cards.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Topps released the Civil War News card set in 1962 to coincide with the war’s centennial. They got away with selling overblown gore to kids by calling the cards educational, which they are to a certain extent. The cards certainly demonstrate how awesomely destructive the whole thing was. On the back, there are facts about battles and dates. It was a win-win. The kids got something ridiculously violent and the adults could take pride in their children’s interest in American history.</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Here are the most insane cards that are set in my home state of Virginia:</o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZhKz4l0bAUjvNy02CqYW2LXKxIRIHYzf0KsjRpdWQTCAnwG4fZmmlNYfNUj7Ehcn-MTPxSvLxFl1L-bVfLUrqzTpURHmOiKEOWUE8EQJr7kHoeFcEwZwszk3vZzRTLG_1_cEDqm3CYkz/s1600-h/bloody.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZhKz4l0bAUjvNy02CqYW2LXKxIRIHYzf0KsjRpdWQTCAnwG4fZmmlNYfNUj7Ehcn-MTPxSvLxFl1L-bVfLUrqzTpURHmOiKEOWUE8EQJr7kHoeFcEwZwszk3vZzRTLG_1_cEDqm3CYkz/s320/bloody.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371589419888919538" /></a><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMzwyrJMB9lEvBquEF4PPyvMTaEhyphenhyphenxrf_3G_p68B7JbeUqmAgL7Ubh_nbJwOFde_1jJgv504IcGMiNhik4fRnGJu6lcb7AKGbOB74ZzgzmB4zksuUa4d0JzSz7xIs_mosH150JdpatQWh/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hk2tmmhnOTv9H7Z5unu1jElLmYtXx5A2hjGOJqsl0XxtQpUhhCt9tyndwhXqIzgp0CHacxxKpyZ7SFIwcJv4bikDRkSFLIXcEaVfz0wP6ZugAbASKO3l6x0HzBQWMbFN4napZorKEgJy/s320/wheels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371588242183030498" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Don’t that make you wanna fly a rebel flag and offend some of the neighbors? If only park rangers would incorporate more crushing and impaling on their plaques….</span></p> <span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Topps had success with Civil War News so they put out another set of educational gore cards in 1962. This time they were educating children about the threat of Martian domination with the classic Mars Attacks! set:</span><br /></span> </span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpjJZwZCVlUQnjtNr2S_D5mpqT3IiJga8B7VaH6_wT50Z1Rj284t9YtZ64Ul34RO6vC9CwhVJ-rfQzcnLjXjoSefhBkUvMgAoRs3RCqnhaL-aPRJwzVi_yShJEHKS5PdC-9FmdA52RMKc/s1600-h/Mars.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpjJZwZCVlUQnjtNr2S_D5mpqT3IiJga8B7VaH6_wT50Z1Rj284t9YtZ64Ul34RO6vC9CwhVJ-rfQzcnLjXjoSefhBkUvMgAoRs3RCqnhaL-aPRJwzVi_yShJEHKS5PdC-9FmdA52RMKc/s320/Mars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371591581717863554" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In 1989, Topps did a set called Dinosaurs Attack! that is even trashier than Mars Attacks!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw95ws3Jkta3ZmWnzKk7lIaFGtt1mMwxvn5dr9n6c6gauccjkRztawR4gp4Rsgau2QEMxOIvAWi_nP0ANx5hY2rn4JH-u-qGyfracs3isYo4qUI3y8bR1QboZLPQGYmzVorbrBmU-j_-fZ/s1600-h/dinosaurs-attack11.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw95ws3Jkta3ZmWnzKk7lIaFGtt1mMwxvn5dr9n6c6gauccjkRztawR4gp4Rsgau2QEMxOIvAWi_nP0ANx5hY2rn4JH-u-qGyfracs3isYo4qUI3y8bR1QboZLPQGYmzVorbrBmU-j_-fZ/s320/dinosaurs-attack11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371591573965875138" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">For the complete sets of Civil War News and Mars Attacks! go <a href="http://www.bubblegum-cards.com/">here</a>.</p><p class="MsoNormal">For more on Dinosaurs Attack! (which is without exaggeration one of mankind’s greatest achievements) go <a href="http://www.i-mockery.com/halloween/bag/dinosaurs-attack.php">here</a>. </p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-11947509817572001242009-08-19T16:34:00.000-04:002009-08-19T17:07:25.986-04:00Taxonomy of TerrorIf you look at the right of the blog, you will notice that (like the immortal Vault of Horror) I have created a list of what I believe to be the best in the genre. What I have done differently, however, is put each list in a category of my own creation. This taxonomy is loose but I think every horror film has somewhere to go. Here's the explanation:<div><br /></div><u style="text-decoration: none;"><div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Supernatural Threat Films</span></span></div><div style="text-decoration: none;text-decoration: underline; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"><b><br /></b></span></div></u>This one is pretty self-explanatory: demons, ghosts, witches, Satan etc. These films have threats which do not have real world or science fictional explanations.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><u style="text-decoration: none;"><div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Zombie Films</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></u>The zombie film is distinct enough that it has its own conventions and concerns. It gets its own category evan though many of the films could easily fit into other categories.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Science-Is-Not-Your-Friend Films</span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></div>These films could also be put into other categories but they are united by a strong distrust of science and human technological progress. The conflicts in these films could all be avoided if man did not meddle in things he (or she) was meant to leave alone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Bloodsucker Films</span></u></span></div><div><br /></div>See the explanation for the zombie category. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Non-Supernatural-Killer Films</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Features killers and madmen without heavy science fiction or occult overtones. Just psychos with no mutants or demons.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Non-Occult-Invasion-of-the-Other Films</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></div>This ungainly category is for films which feature an outside threat that is non-occult in origin. The threat may be science fictional (The Thing) or it may be an established part of nature (Jaws).<br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Best Invasion-of-the-Inner Films</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Mostly non-occult threats that originate from within the human psyche or body. Transformation is the key theme. Sometimes they involve external forces but these films all demonstrate the unpleasantness within the human form.DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-78598233836459935772009-08-19T02:25:00.000-04:002009-08-19T11:34:28.577-04:00Universal Appeal III: MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPe4iC877rFzjw5hwrodI2tebRuvSy67Y0QDEAWiemMKkPab5BhE80d1e-3dlFv_3neadF9tsqlp61TX3aW9xOlXgl5S2I7h-iEAG5FxUlnj9BlArafNwRwLy4b9F7WwijfoB3CyIv8um/s1600-h/Murders-in-The-Rue-Morgue-Print-C10.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPe4iC877rFzjw5hwrodI2tebRuvSy67Y0QDEAWiemMKkPab5BhE80d1e-3dlFv_3neadF9tsqlp61TX3aW9xOlXgl5S2I7h-iEAG5FxUlnj9BlArafNwRwLy4b9F7WwijfoB3CyIv8um/s320/Murders-in-The-Rue-Morgue-Print-C10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371558219336469506" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Murders in the Rue Morgue </i>seems like an obvious choice to follow <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Dracula </i>and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Frankenstein</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After you’ve done Stoker and Shelley it seems natural to move onto Poe. If you’re going to do Poe, then “Murders in the Rue Morgue” would be the one to film. It’s one of the few famous Poe stories that follows something other than his patented “misanthrope goes mad and kills wife/pet/roommate/enemy etc.” storyline. It also seems natural that you would give the project to Robert Florey who had helped develop <i>Frankenstein--</i>your biggest horror hit. While you’re at it, make it a vehicle for the star whose eerie presence helped make <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Dracula</i> a pop culture phenomenon. Considering all these factors, one wonders why <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Murders in the Rue Morgue </i>is not a landmark film like the movies that preceded and proceeded it. (Note: for a detailed look at the film’s production and plot look at <a href="http://classic-horror.com/newsreel/universal_terror_iii_1932">this piece</a> I wrote for the excellent Classic-horror.com way back in 2001. Be kind; I was only 18.) </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> I think there are two main reasons for this film’s failure to captivate audiences in 1932 and it’s failure to become a classic. One of the reasons is that the film has no iconic Monster in it. Erik is the film’s <i>m</i>onster but he’s no <i><b>M</b></i>onster. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A gorilla suit just isn’t iconic as Karloff and Pierce’s Frankenstein monster or any Pierce creation for that matter. There are dozens of films with shoddy gorillas that look just like Erik the ape (who is also played by footage of a real chimpanzee), which makes Erik a pretty dull beast. Plus, Erik has the misfortune of coming out one year before Hollywood truly fell in love with the subject of damsel grabbing gorillas.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Reason number two: the film has a sadistic and perverse side that none of the other Universal horror films (save <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Black Cat</i>) possess. The film's inclusion of prostitution, bestiality, and sexual abuse may make horror fans raised on giallo and gore take special note of this clunky old film but it’s kept Dr. Mirakle costumes from becoming Halloween traditions. </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6Uj2-Oy0kJZdDB3n9iKwGXHD-Mfrchdt2Q3QRekAdM_0ZsAY-U7t9Pbio0dcmuHec6mCs9o2SZPA2JGl4i9vtsSo4Um24CXm2fERlNTYnDzovit3D2G0ZNPg5l2f6nGuNQndhGbyUMaO/s1600-h/chart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6Uj2-Oy0kJZdDB3n9iKwGXHD-Mfrchdt2Q3QRekAdM_0ZsAY-U7t9Pbio0dcmuHec6mCs9o2SZPA2JGl4i9vtsSo4Um24CXm2fERlNTYnDzovit3D2G0ZNPg5l2f6nGuNQndhGbyUMaO/s320/chart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371558413600191138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I think there might be more than 3 steps between salamander and human. I've seen <a href="http://www.religioustolerance.org/hallo_he.htm">judgement houses </a>that are more scientifically accurate. </i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEErOsg1yD9QqtvLa4FIrn9bzSc_oMTolR-lp7oWw1da74UZ5vHdjwroV4NUcOYufFXTR8SbU3Ip0Yo9EpXOCLFCYfm-oZyQKiM8w7hWtYjVYweTayHIRzyzI8VAkibRr5-pvRlOE5yRE/s1600-h/erik.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEErOsg1yD9QqtvLa4FIrn9bzSc_oMTolR-lp7oWw1da74UZ5vHdjwroV4NUcOYufFXTR8SbU3Ip0Yo9EpXOCLFCYfm-oZyQKiM8w7hWtYjVYweTayHIRzyzI8VAkibRr5-pvRlOE5yRE/s320/erik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371558611628083650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Left turn Erik! </i></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj_JXOLkpHjcqPNk2dtUAbsZ1Qmx85RtvW_AxlN7xGDNneelnqmmO35Hv7snSEmpGwhz0Xd9Dp5fZ7sXCKcqu7wAoBOihSTkO6ythi4WM7NIxZUm2CMvCtqj98E7kGP7ZbRW5fTPCQG0X/s1600-h/science!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj_JXOLkpHjcqPNk2dtUAbsZ1Qmx85RtvW_AxlN7xGDNneelnqmmO35Hv7snSEmpGwhz0Xd9Dp5fZ7sXCKcqu7wAoBOihSTkO6ythi4WM7NIxZUm2CMvCtqj98E7kGP7ZbRW5fTPCQG0X/s320/science!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371559149933915650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lugosi's scheme is to mate women with Erik the ape and therefore prove the theory of evolution. He's the rare mad scientist whose main idea is actually true but he's the very common kind of mad scientist whose experiments are a little dodgy. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfpfvlw1wUfW7QeuC-2vWZHJD1BsYJz-iMEAJ_ZCupNsAvKpJYnmCIbtkybajXIdKDahpuPj8SVRGaWe_uw_LMTIuSkcEW7ho86ow5cFe-3tOC_8tjGtp9t0xqjjgiSvPkAxA1EKUblNv/s1600-h/mirakle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfpfvlw1wUfW7QeuC-2vWZHJD1BsYJz-iMEAJ_ZCupNsAvKpJYnmCIbtkybajXIdKDahpuPj8SVRGaWe_uw_LMTIuSkcEW7ho86ow5cFe-3tOC_8tjGtp9t0xqjjgiSvPkAxA1EKUblNv/s320/mirakle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371559703476094834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lugosi did this instead of <b>Frankenstein. </b>He could have been one of the most iconic characters in modern history. Instead he was evil-unibrow-Garfunkel.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhElKEfJsP7V-tZmKF5NvW9WI3egYtfR28kLqNT7jxBiaKKOk6yhmKQ2SHW2xKlIaGqLiLXOkyjwt0VV-v8nbz22xbkkTdtvK5jtsxxoFmFVQb8givONcualPnhTvSxG6pZ9PU2YJTJJ9pi/s1600-h/kong.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhElKEfJsP7V-tZmKF5NvW9WI3egYtfR28kLqNT7jxBiaKKOk6yhmKQ2SHW2xKlIaGqLiLXOkyjwt0VV-v8nbz22xbkkTdtvK5jtsxxoFmFVQb8givONcualPnhTvSxG6pZ9PU2YJTJJ9pi/s320/kong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371559872409708562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Erik has killed Dr. Mirakle before grabbing a new mate. Like that </i><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/02/17/chimpanzee.attack/index.html"><i>old lady in Connecticut</i></a><i>, Bela learned the hard way that apes make rotten pets. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Universal Appeal: Medium and Low. For fans of the genre who are unfamiliar with moldy oldies, Lugosi’s “2 girls 1 gorilla” experiments may hold interest. The film’s visuals are also of note. Robert Florey would become one of the most interesting directors of low budget thrillers. German Expressionism influenced all of the Universals but its influence is strongest in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Murders in the Rue Morgue</i>. Florey and cinematographer Karl Freud created some wonderfully crazed compositions for the film. Also, Lugosi is at his best here. He’s not just chewing the scenery. He’s gnawing and slobbering. He’s got pieces of it stuck in his wig. It’s a lot of fun to watch. What makes the movie less appealing are the terribly dated comic relief and romance scenes. These bring the horror to a halt. Whenever Lugosi is not on screen mugging and screaming about ape love, the film is dreadfully dull. You have to like old movies for being old movies to really enjoy this one despite it’s strengths. </div></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-26704744216081524492009-08-04T21:38:00.000-04:002009-08-05T06:13:15.108-04:00REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PASSED: VHS covers I will never forget, movies I will never see<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I cannot remember the first time I went into a video store. Like church and grandma's house, they were always just there. I would look around the horror section to see if a Godzilla or Frankenstein was lurking among the more salacious titles. Over the years there were certain VHS covers that left an impression. As a child, I was too scared to rent one (plus mom and dad, being sane, would have said no) but now I'm old enough to know that without question the covers are exponentially better than the actual movie.</span></span></div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> What prompted these memories was a journey to Richmond's KO Video: a creepy little piece of 1982 preserved in 2009. The carpet was the first thing that got my attention. It's a shade of green that's both dingy and strangely fluorescent at the same time. After, I recovered from the Lovecraftian carpet, I noticed that the place is filled with broken televisions and VCR parts. A dusty display case contains Disney Beta-max and strange electronics with brand names long forgotten. At the horror section, I recognized several childhood cover traumas. </span></span></o:p></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBdV7YqJNG1HtGXQv24BB6ae1npKv2EhcWCSI9ErPNaWb7w1UycHNQqmFWnudmeurQ7OodWUz52BCInxQhPbjepJihLbx4y8vWdMaRLnbL7-MY7-htUrW4OXJOjWvKsVRl8pAnfFEgZbu/s1600-h/microwavemassacre.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBdV7YqJNG1HtGXQv24BB6ae1npKv2EhcWCSI9ErPNaWb7w1UycHNQqmFWnudmeurQ7OodWUz52BCInxQhPbjepJihLbx4y8vWdMaRLnbL7-MY7-htUrW4OXJOjWvKsVRl8pAnfFEgZbu/s320/microwavemassacre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366810184678498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Look at the blurb. "Famous Monster" magazine loved this movie! It was endorsed by Forest Jay Aickerman himself!</i> </div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGl6fxF6aeIl_pyu2zMzpxbFemm2twWJRaZWV7Z-HIhyXrmPA5hjlU91O2PXxQXx_OS8d78xUYHb05EvZ3zHeFn1tVqzDISQMMJLkwkFBcgBzvR9NtVLI681cvtTHdZWc7p_UJfeu2w0yT/s1600-h/ameisenel2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGl6fxF6aeIl_pyu2zMzpxbFemm2twWJRaZWV7Z-HIhyXrmPA5hjlU91O2PXxQXx_OS8d78xUYHb05EvZ3zHeFn1tVqzDISQMMJLkwkFBcgBzvR9NtVLI681cvtTHdZWc7p_UJfeu2w0yT/s320/ameisenel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366306805750546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm sure that this was not a pleasant photo shoot for that actress.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJPQ_er8V6MkP58Q3GdtFtNtvzKA7b9GxmGroCMiVnwMxPHVU7c1005wt2x1-oAgBMJcLGOq3_cp6iwekx6id7dbwD76x4YjZO5pEULuobEgz4R2lRTaXQbB62SvV5hg07yr3fviMj4EX/s1600-h/MonsterClub2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJPQ_er8V6MkP58Q3GdtFtNtvzKA7b9GxmGroCMiVnwMxPHVU7c1005wt2x1-oAgBMJcLGOq3_cp6iwekx6id7dbwD76x4YjZO5pEULuobEgz4R2lRTaXQbB62SvV5hg07yr3fviMj4EX/s320/MonsterClub2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366301747998898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Despite having Vincent Price, I never wanted to check this one out. I thought Elvira was not going to give the material the proper respect it deserved. Seriously.</i></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVlY69YfN-ZnERwGpSjuWn5PK_bnOoEDIkcHNzNXuwcI6AOEgwMfau-Q2LgU6BnXhgiPTtRUU4uHWFG8z3eRdZDBBlFRZ08_Wh5lFWlqYkfjTQOb1KV7wLztIHNJZmIowj73c0JsIqgt4/s1600-h/267-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVlY69YfN-ZnERwGpSjuWn5PK_bnOoEDIkcHNzNXuwcI6AOEgwMfau-Q2LgU6BnXhgiPTtRUU4uHWFG8z3eRdZDBBlFRZ08_Wh5lFWlqYkfjTQOb1KV7wLztIHNJZmIowj73c0JsIqgt4/s320/267-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366291106929762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Screenplay by Gloria Steinem. Who knew?</i></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC9GJjwrzNSGyhXTRoEJ77zCxB_FkgwvrEJaLFSg-dDlAdPpMqAxv4jXOuXu0MqF_29sSXaoa_zN1wp45FnjwQxJAfrdJWob-m1jG9YzVwhHHIzqvCVkxl4JGdgGR4d0qukfg1oVlphP2/s1600-h/535-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC9GJjwrzNSGyhXTRoEJ77zCxB_FkgwvrEJaLFSg-dDlAdPpMqAxv4jXOuXu0MqF_29sSXaoa_zN1wp45FnjwQxJAfrdJWob-m1jG9YzVwhHHIzqvCVkxl4JGdgGR4d0qukfg1oVlphP2/s320/535-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366286509100322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Rutger Hauer is a future cop fighting a Creature from the Black Lagoon. On second thought, that sounds awesome. </i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qFoX9bpp-SwT2CuqOIiJZwnoH9_sbHTmt9Mzb1RGzwSmvYZyPVPjM82gh68_D83gDv-K_sNtG6Jrre87Em065pBL9tiFXyBSsxtpeu_1IWWU8gNV4EdN8K79SnHLjmWC6DZpFXZjZ62C/s1600-h/315-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qFoX9bpp-SwT2CuqOIiJZwnoH9_sbHTmt9Mzb1RGzwSmvYZyPVPjM82gh68_D83gDv-K_sNtG6Jrre87Em065pBL9tiFXyBSsxtpeu_1IWWU8gNV4EdN8K79SnHLjmWC6DZpFXZjZ62C/s320/315-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365069658194706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The prequel to</i> <b><i>Microwave Massacre <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">or </span>Jeff Foxworthy meets Ed Gein<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">?</span></i></b></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWSfUdnnPsCXaHa_g7MOdVAqGGY9uTnn8IhnVbmCfjCSyfyZi9pdBRgmiXtQXbHpaDZobl8lv2nie-poFQ_jOgyfrxij4HCWzXQec7CUfgKqzL_eoOY0sh9ecrHeD6VOqtxnRz7MD7Guz/s1600-h/68-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWSfUdnnPsCXaHa_g7MOdVAqGGY9uTnn8IhnVbmCfjCSyfyZi9pdBRgmiXtQXbHpaDZobl8lv2nie-poFQ_jOgyfrxij4HCWzXQec7CUfgKqzL_eoOY0sh9ecrHeD6VOqtxnRz7MD7Guz/s320/68-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365064156752706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I heard that the commentary track for the Criterion Collection edition will feature Ned Beatty AND Sheb Wooley. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8GXeweMPX1EfM5tMKWq_lN_L4cHHN-G5QdcMGZZbW0HOMoYNQjCRsEWx8K9LyIPs-x-8SZpeBgMCnwXQiw754Zi7EtxwmxZkevgC_D1ek_Cd1lcx8wki8s-10PsE0IbkzooI94z3XJWZ/s1600-h/74-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8GXeweMPX1EfM5tMKWq_lN_L4cHHN-G5QdcMGZZbW0HOMoYNQjCRsEWx8K9LyIPs-x-8SZpeBgMCnwXQiw754Zi7EtxwmxZkevgC_D1ek_Cd1lcx8wki8s-10PsE0IbkzooI94z3XJWZ/s320/74-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365061237877250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fox News is running this as a documentary about Canadian healthcare.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>SPECIAL BONUS: </i>A Mickey Rooney Pervtacular Double Feature! With cover art like this, who wouldn't want to rent these cinema treasures:</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd27DINlfi9C64N6AMrwvUUmho0IMnlSxnnT7R2KHGSE-m1DZd5Is4XNWKKBcNjdMPXSoz6ntN9S1zJMT2NzocR9iUatd-YJ-V-7fhGAuMsDZ7RobTekF7nXC5PjrnzDvnS9fAVHPldLDJ/s1600-h/304-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd27DINlfi9C64N6AMrwvUUmho0IMnlSxnnT7R2KHGSE-m1DZd5Is4XNWKKBcNjdMPXSoz6ntN9S1zJMT2NzocR9iUatd-YJ-V-7fhGAuMsDZ7RobTekF7nXC5PjrnzDvnS9fAVHPldLDJ/s320/304-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365056070095762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c0I_MI1pc8lW4eD2rS4eeiJsxpzWAfFC3ZFBo8OwdpbrWIYZnvO6CPp5OxR8zuI-Fqs8vuId2BtkPaC447BB0WwKjQOhgfZaxFcjaGLUxn8fPU9f1NgX6zUuUXftkM2Gv9y-RUA7R-6H/s1600-h/465-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c0I_MI1pc8lW4eD2rS4eeiJsxpzWAfFC3ZFBo8OwdpbrWIYZnvO6CPp5OxR8zuI-Fqs8vuId2BtkPaC447BB0WwKjQOhgfZaxFcjaGLUxn8fPU9f1NgX6zUuUXftkM2Gv9y-RUA7R-6H/s320/465-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365054210219282" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><div>I got some of these images from <a href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/covers/vhs-videos">here</a>. Whoever keeps the site up is doing God's work. </div><div> </div></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-51741229918965137822009-08-04T05:57:00.000-04:002009-08-04T06:43:55.435-04:00Insects Have No Politics: PHASE IV Review<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MDnxqfU9YCa6B9tybEVdwUbjI2a96gplWMBBW3rWB8XCGY7G1MKStJPHics_uGyHkl1L79ZeDioKQHF28cAmLLyfaJ3pLYlbc1AEpf2jswQh6xStWKsMgFw_VdtNr6uYNToUUseyl4mQ/s320/phaseiv2_400x300_071820081229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366048901681797778" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89fGy-O9VGm18ul3yGcd31wPqSeOjk0oCYyA4AYBVJps9OBXkjJcYURs-u5blXPgX1l3xYfWBp4a_QWo64xQrTB7fLHo2A9LvVpbLjDHex4v8nUAzd_xKtAaOdVe_bXI4ygeXdvqUEgb5/s1600-h/towers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89fGy-O9VGm18ul3yGcd31wPqSeOjk0oCYyA4AYBVJps9OBXkjJcYURs-u5blXPgX1l3xYfWBp4a_QWo64xQrTB7fLHo2A9LvVpbLjDHex4v8nUAzd_xKtAaOdVe_bXI4ygeXdvqUEgb5/s320/towers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366051206268129234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRuDdar1-29grEkzSG5NO2gLut5RpRCwIRSG-3Awuoc5xRAF9knoBOmtyOYBqIW-wI7lh-2ZTeCS-TALStvhYlzJRchbWPiynhs7nuZs5dFiIhuZhCo3_674P5zSgWECtBX3kOPl8x3Jv/s1600-h/B00004RXVJ.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRuDdar1-29grEkzSG5NO2gLut5RpRCwIRSG-3Awuoc5xRAF9knoBOmtyOYBqIW-wI7lh-2ZTeCS-TALStvhYlzJRchbWPiynhs7nuZs5dFiIhuZhCo3_674P5zSgWECtBX3kOPl8x3Jv/s320/B00004RXVJ.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366048902304108482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-n2d9HBIdD4r3T_avntoX6BdtDd7VBjD-mplLgZzGZiz28aa7NsV9Oyy9UvGX_9vmRJ5y-kjPhlaeoVNsZExZkhEJJKGFb89_GzzhPx_pSaS4BeRXD85wdzcpo0gsKMIKQd5VVO7NtCj/s1600-h/n881.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-n2d9HBIdD4r3T_avntoX6BdtDd7VBjD-mplLgZzGZiz28aa7NsV9Oyy9UvGX_9vmRJ5y-kjPhlaeoVNsZExZkhEJJKGFb89_GzzhPx_pSaS4BeRXD85wdzcpo0gsKMIKQd5VVO7NtCj/s320/n881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366048890303620354" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">My grandfather told me about this movie when I was a kindergartner. I specifically remember his recounting of the scene in which the MENSA ants make little rafts to sail across a moat of gasoline. It sounded like the most amazing thing ever committed to film. Anybody could make a movie about ants on a rampage (The Naked Jungle, Them, It Happened At Lakewood Manor a.k.a Ants! etc.) but it took a real genius to make a film about ants who were also geniuses.<br /><br />That genius was legendary graphic designer Saul Bass. This is the same Saul Bass who worked with Alfred Hitchcock and invented the modern title sequence. It’s natural to attempt to try to visualize a film before it is viewed. I could not do that with <i>Phase IV</i>. How can you imagine a film about intelligent ants that is directed by the guy who did Jimmy Stewart’s <i>Vertigo </i>nightmare? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>The plot is simple: scientists build a base to study strange ant activity in the Southwest. Along the way, they take in a young farmer’s daughter whose family was killed by yellow pesticides intended to deter the ants. Bass’ talent as a designer is in full swing here. The most effective scenes are dialogue free and appeal to a sense of unreality and inhumanity that is scary in a much more disorienting way than the traditional sense of dread carried by horror films. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The insect photography is top notch. It’s only surpassed by the similarly themed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">The Hellstrom Chronicle</i>. Ants live right beside us (there’s probably some in my kitchen now) which makes their alien nature so unnerving.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> The cause of the ant’s new power is not a chemical spill or atomic radiation but something much more esoteric. It’s time for Earth to move to the next phase and a cosmic force has chosen the ants over the humans. If this sounds very Aquarian, it’s because it is. This is a film that is very firmly in the tradition of 1970’s eco-occultism. I remember and episode of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">In Search of….</i> with Leonard Nimoy about people who hooked lie ditectors to plants. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Phase IV </i>is of that era. Just look at the posters. This is a movie that made a lot more sense in 1974. </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even though the film is primarily visual, the central performances are strong enough to give a sense of urgency and realism to a pretty outlandish and hippy-dippy premise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Nigel Davenport plays the physically and mentally deteriorating scientist with a ruggedness not seen in many obsessed scientist roles. The great Michael Murphy (of Allen's <i>Manhattan </i>and Altman's <i>Nashville</i>) is the scientist who is simply trying to communicate with the ants so that humanity can be given a second chance. Lynne Frederick does not get much to do besides be terrified by the super-colony and but she provides a beautiful and innocent face that contrasts nicely to the black mandibles of the film's monsters. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Phase IV</i> is not an extremely entertaining film. It can be dull and obtuse. There are portions where the camera lingers a little too long on ant hills. Also, there is a five minute strectch where the base's ant alarm is going off. It’s a godawful sound and I had to mute the TV. I was worried that my neighbors were going to complain. “Sorry, just watching a movie about mystical ants! Won’t happen again!” I do give the filmmaker's credit for boldly making the film so unpleasant. </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">It’s lens flares and hallucinogenic sequences can date film terribly. I almost expected Billy Jack to show up a start kung-fuing the ants. The film did wind up on and episode of <i>Mystery Science Theatre 3000. </i>This is not completely undeserved. The film's metaphysical pretensions only draw attention to the fact that at the end of the day it's covering the same territory as Bert I. Gordon. It's those pretensions and Bass' graphic compostions, however, that make <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Phase IV </i>a forgotten classic. It is unusual to find an animal invasion film with such intellect and scope. The film is worth watching if only to see the master title designer tell his own story. </p></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4fOsL-KYVQ&feature=related#watch-main-area">Watch the trailer!</a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070531/">IMDB!</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyW80ss-YQV5fEDi13v4hY8dx4MpYnU8C3djSs6uVlDz5Spkza5SZT0XlLBxQgVQfr9sDU6_OWlL4C8ChgTaD93PkYJsxwSVvSeeWHGcXEiJGaA7kjG2pfl-qBzXx1RnGUv2r2oKrKj1T3/s1600-h/ameisenel2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-18881383198314092292009-08-04T01:00:00.000-04:002009-08-04T01:01:42.873-04:00Doctor Who A-Z: A is for Axons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMBVpqAUhCF2ql2rFpHGSUaCb86WjYW2lE2WBV38bjH_TyZQW2WeEYFIvbXmOnpW2aau_akqc921QYt256-hZRNpOpuuz2tDieJ4c20Eqiyuq5sLkhoVvbQoIhGE7rkrmX47Qc7S4VnYJ/s1600-h/2676.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMBVpqAUhCF2ql2rFpHGSUaCb86WjYW2lE2WBV38bjH_TyZQW2WeEYFIvbXmOnpW2aau_akqc921QYt256-hZRNpOpuuz2tDieJ4c20Eqiyuq5sLkhoVvbQoIhGE7rkrmX47Qc7S4VnYJ/s320/2676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365969309818252978" /></a>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-9289632321919627832009-08-03T19:46:00.000-04:002009-08-03T21:05:11.711-04:00Universal Appeal II: FRANKENSTEIN!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtE9d8s0QiXguav44Xac94bsWIddguDcSgdt-evACQngHD0OqKPyWVq8WGY0XU1wDbjdnom8BHvzB1m01wQrG4ZqXRAcDNKTWS-JLO3OE36v_NrQJ_CequrGY3I1DqqEGATTkZWerZ4Mx4/s1600-h/frankenstein6sheet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtE9d8s0QiXguav44Xac94bsWIddguDcSgdt-evACQngHD0OqKPyWVq8WGY0XU1wDbjdnom8BHvzB1m01wQrG4ZqXRAcDNKTWS-JLO3OE36v_NrQJ_CequrGY3I1DqqEGATTkZWerZ4Mx4/s320/frankenstein6sheet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365908264640529394" /></a><br />James Whale’s Frankenstein still stands as a classic in both its……ugh I’m going to stop there. Why bother? You know this movie is a great gothic masterpiece. People have been talking about this movie for nearly eighty years. I’m going to skip to the pictures and the Universal Appeal index.<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5lH7zjQH5GFrysqilB1Nguo-ymCCc46JkUaLTR_J95cKPOTqovbNLBeMR5JqpzbyKH99Zn9fKdMFjTeJIkkn2RQVHK8MkEazIxI0C63FJtOIvnn3Uk6p85DEDDXdoC17nSJ9KxoV340R/s1600-h/intro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5lH7zjQH5GFrysqilB1Nguo-ymCCc46JkUaLTR_J95cKPOTqovbNLBeMR5JqpzbyKH99Zn9fKdMFjTeJIkkn2RQVHK8MkEazIxI0C63FJtOIvnn3Uk6p85DEDDXdoC17nSJ9KxoV340R/s320/intro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365895009224026850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Every film needs to begin with a disclaimer announcing that what you’re about to see may #*&$ your &#!% up</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg374Zw92On5AoTWXY3WWnQB7I383ArozDye59iT1v-QGuqOrqu7h2345iaJQPqD5FdTHbkIXuCsgLckCiZmOqjDgE_TTRaso9GlmjvPLOBQlpX9ownahZwP8oFGceH78ymBICviwOXbb6h/s1600-h/Grave.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg374Zw92On5AoTWXY3WWnQB7I383ArozDye59iT1v-QGuqOrqu7h2345iaJQPqD5FdTHbkIXuCsgLckCiZmOqjDgE_TTRaso9GlmjvPLOBQlpX9ownahZwP8oFGceH78ymBICviwOXbb6h/s320/Grave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365895747923241266" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;">What should we put on Grandpa’s marker? A sunset? A bass? A tractor? How bouts we get him a giant scary grim reaper statue instead?</div></i><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcJCfOYDRSS-TVaLFk0KnxzEMBMQkMsgy1D5gxdebATM7LSPju7Nf7Ymx7KiVyVi5M_uBEGJ8T08GiSoaM8_j-iTtJ-Ax-M5HwZVFrvVr-KFOm77_6JwXSpx-OULa8A84Wntr6Rm0nS-u/s1600-h/abnormal.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcJCfOYDRSS-TVaLFk0KnxzEMBMQkMsgy1D5gxdebATM7LSPju7Nf7Ymx7KiVyVi5M_uBEGJ8T08GiSoaM8_j-iTtJ-Ax-M5HwZVFrvVr-KFOm77_6JwXSpx-OULa8A84Wntr6Rm0nS-u/s320/abnormal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365896090400814130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>“I speak with a 100% certainty when I say my scheme to defy nature and build a freakish looking super-strong giant would have been completely successful if my idiot assistant had gotten the correct brain.</i>”</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVDZapLyJKyZqUvcapVTdDopuKKnKC4V9_9_BaYD1D3hyphenhyphenHQxtCjNEVxET0M_jnZ7NYVDOh48R9XRHGjM4TiCMx34zQLSc-bA97M29KVjiv0u6yWr4gyRJIDa7LkdRZr4y4J0YUUgeiIFb/s1600-h/baron.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVDZapLyJKyZqUvcapVTdDopuKKnKC4V9_9_BaYD1D3hyphenhyphenHQxtCjNEVxET0M_jnZ7NYVDOh48R9XRHGjM4TiCMx34zQLSc-bA97M29KVjiv0u6yWr4gyRJIDa7LkdRZr4y4J0YUUgeiIFb/s320/baron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365898161573822226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Baron Frankenstein as played by Frederick Kerr is one of the greatest harrumphers to ever harrumph a harrumph.</i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr0BeayEwn7cJE0W0VpA5bC8wK1c77HEa75MLxXI79JjPKsa1y5xYlfdZbXZJ_4wbYAJs-aDfQLN3fmeR2_JLm8rs4IK2xbIgN_YMXjMgikkrVe98GroJCuJoreAc39Of4lyEMpXvTKog/s1600-h/monster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr0BeayEwn7cJE0W0VpA5bC8wK1c77HEa75MLxXI79JjPKsa1y5xYlfdZbXZJ_4wbYAJs-aDfQLN3fmeR2_JLm8rs4IK2xbIgN_YMXjMgikkrVe98GroJCuJoreAc39Of4lyEMpXvTKog/s320/monster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365899496845374034" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>How amazing would it have been to see that for the first time? Still the greatest film make up design of all time. Don't believe me? Name something better.</i></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUj3J7bpMfkMCPaTY2qTHe8be_adAv77jP2WxnRFlf3QCR0ThL2C1nJfUv0_HQ9NLT8QfBGU7Nxppa4k8L2YrW3Wp0MacB9ZWBJNWf-dZXnqnBHUqTr5r1FZFKAGNcMhAvok2wCtsssgF/s1600-h/set.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUj3J7bpMfkMCPaTY2qTHe8be_adAv77jP2WxnRFlf3QCR0ThL2C1nJfUv0_HQ9NLT8QfBGU7Nxppa4k8L2YrW3Wp0MacB9ZWBJNWf-dZXnqnBHUqTr5r1FZFKAGNcMhAvok2wCtsssgF/s320/set.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365900249308951202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria, fantasy;"><i>Nothing funny here. Great shot of a great set</i></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWljHAwtf_NwV_vC1oUUKHi1wmwCb4IyYelFIM1iEcTfQxaVUKjPUAlaJVammx5FUP3biPIaK1PPRF1-_EgM2eS5_BV3mVAGpbVx5nf-CpS3lxorpxxCy1VFJTrCx2hHX_Ym39sEkLk78c/s1600-h/whoops.jpg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWljHAwtf_NwV_vC1oUUKHi1wmwCb4IyYelFIM1iEcTfQxaVUKjPUAlaJVammx5FUP3biPIaK1PPRF1-_EgM2eS5_BV3mVAGpbVx5nf-CpS3lxorpxxCy1VFJTrCx2hHX_Ym39sEkLk78c/s320/whoops.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365901958426753058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria, fantasy;"><i>How abnormal does your brain have to be to not realize a seven year old child weighs more than a flower?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKExs2CMAtkjDj6tBbSpAExBINU3yz6CTi-LMyapQs5cWvYhsqTBfXTO6CDM_bhJnzVqpXtLOAJmuG_5MIIv50jNpJZ8oe2ZHT3iH4NDfIoAgakadcP2ZCMCkzpZvBraFxNCacWaztbZlh/s1600-h/sausage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKExs2CMAtkjDj6tBbSpAExBINU3yz6CTi-LMyapQs5cWvYhsqTBfXTO6CDM_bhJnzVqpXtLOAJmuG_5MIIv50jNpJZ8oe2ZHT3iH4NDfIoAgakadcP2ZCMCkzpZvBraFxNCacWaztbZlh/s320/sausage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365903963062886674" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;">Now it's time for the Busch Gardens Sausage Grasping Dance!</div></i><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXw5E0xhGz6KgVTRIEtbhxa4Tldr9baATwdKgsUF0XbZvWxzHPoXLXfUufHuU-VZlYlLAbD5s7VILNzaqDOixnauKxwtLUud9wtm6yGmhrxEhgu7lqyJfKAffErHy9IW4Ebp2tQIjMntGF/s1600-h/windmill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXw5E0xhGz6KgVTRIEtbhxa4Tldr9baATwdKgsUF0XbZvWxzHPoXLXfUufHuU-VZlYlLAbD5s7VILNzaqDOixnauKxwtLUud9wtm6yGmhrxEhgu7lqyJfKAffErHy9IW4Ebp2tQIjMntGF/s320/windmill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365906025478695714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i> In retrospect, the villagers probably shouldn't have burnt down that windmill. It probably provided a lot of food.</i> </div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Universal Appeal: Strong. A little slow to modern audiences and its supporting players a little stodgy (with the exception of the Baron) but this one gets high appeal for maintaining its iconic atmosphere. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Dracula </i>quickly becomes everything modern viewers hate about old movies but most of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Frankenstein</i> would still be recognizable as a movie to audiences familiar with Tim Burton and his imitators. When judging the appeal to modern audiences it’s important to realize they have much more in common with fairy tales and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">The Corpse Bride</i> than a modern viewer’s idea of horror.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Is too much to hope for a day when Frankensteins are more popular than vampires? Where kids wear neck electrodes to Anime club instead of fangs? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Parent and town not understand me either. I take you away from all this. Me dangerous yet completely non-threatening. Popular girls and fire no bother us anymore!” </p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-83765267965430833392009-08-03T17:01:00.000-04:002009-08-03T17:20:56.712-04:00Where's the love?<a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/inside/0,,,00.html">Entertainment Weekly</a> has made another list. This time it's counting down the 20 greatest vampires. As expected, the luvvy vampires ranked pretty high. They also rank Klaus Kinski's portrayal of Dracula for Werner Herzog's <i>Nosferatu the Vampyre </i>pretty high so kudos. What is unacceptable is that this guy was left out:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirevjjFPudMmK18LQN8mQ3HbOjufDTvVesywvyAFXlIoMCNPqmY33onGsIizdjstH5eldyP4BgzOea7MX3jJ386gODa4453N8BGo_qslet_l0CKDW9wU1QcGp65RtlZA15_BIR1zZlXgnP/s1600-h/fm059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirevjjFPudMmK18LQN8mQ3HbOjufDTvVesywvyAFXlIoMCNPqmY33onGsIizdjstH5eldyP4BgzOea7MX3jJ386gODa4453N8BGo_qslet_l0CKDW9wU1QcGp65RtlZA15_BIR1zZlXgnP/s320/fm059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365847798249508402" /></a>Make no mistake: without Barnabas there would be no Lestat, no Bill, and no E.C. He was the first romantic vampire hero. He was the first vampire who was more about the melancholy than the rubber bats. They put friggin' Kate Beckingsale on that list but they missed out the one who started it all. That's like making a list called "The 20 Greatest Movie Sleds" and mentioning <i>Cool Runnings </i>instead of <i>Citizen Kane</i>. For shame EW, for shame!DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-49660605010612408652009-08-03T06:40:00.001-04:002009-08-03T17:00:57.921-04:00Mad Scientist of the Month: DR. CYCLOPS!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdixSTwi4t9t4uH7QfBCYBVUlYTsULT208pkx7l7BZg6WvV6wnjO89z7myb1FxqkJtS-cbVeDWuXN_7VswJkoIMPBHR8OJ0xJYBhoqsHPLMExBdHYyM3vCbpzjgdqP-TlV2tGG-45ieQm/s1600-h/item_3376_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdixSTwi4t9t4uH7QfBCYBVUlYTsULT208pkx7l7BZg6WvV6wnjO89z7myb1FxqkJtS-cbVeDWuXN_7VswJkoIMPBHR8OJ0xJYBhoqsHPLMExBdHYyM3vCbpzjgdqP-TlV2tGG-45ieQm/s320/item_3376_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365685691238185090" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal">Indiana Jones has given children of the eighties, nineties, and naughties a somewhat skewered view of 1940’s adventure stories. They weren’t all art deco swashbucklers. They weren’t all adventurous romps through strange locations populated with bizarre villains. In fact, most serials and genre movies from the period were no-budget affairs that will put most modern movie goers to sleep faster than <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">CSPAN </i>and a bucket of Dimetapp. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Dr. Cyclops </i>is not one of those movies. It’s an old movie with everything we think that is fun about old movies but it's in glorious Emerald City technicolor. It's got fake jungles. It’s got an incredibly sinister and funny looking mad scientist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s got weird zapping machines. It's got ethnic stereotyping and possible animal cruelty! </p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkl9b_dnsgY7Gu9CAeOS8dTsyZI_uOVaspuy8H4Wzp6A2nRhiuv_po-37qKK_GGcWozYPfvqACEvXuF5y5IuVnjRscNijNsMsID6f8alG0F16Wsbcz2e0gkLT7vWquhEwiR8YL24pZU3zo/s1600-h/platonic.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkl9b_dnsgY7Gu9CAeOS8dTsyZI_uOVaspuy8H4Wzp6A2nRhiuv_po-37qKK_GGcWozYPfvqACEvXuF5y5IuVnjRscNijNsMsID6f8alG0F16Wsbcz2e0gkLT7vWquhEwiR8YL24pZU3zo/s320/platonic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365686541095588466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That is the Platonic Ideal of Mad Scientist....still the best Shrinkologist in movie history (sorry Moranis). </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">lbert Deker is delightfully evil and nerdy in this movie. It’s one of my favorite classic horror performances. He’s telling his cat jokes one second and sadistically poisoning a tiny professor the next. When I was a kid, I obsessively read and reread the orange-spined Mad Scientists entry in the Kong endorsed </span><a href="http://smurfwreck.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=125980">Monsters</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">line</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> from Crestwood House books. Dr. Cyclops received a very generous write up. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">One day I taped the legendary (at least to me) </span><span class="Apple-style-span">Dr. Cyclops</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> on AMC. This was when AMC showed good movies and had crummy original programming (remember Remember WENN?) instead of the reverse. It was a favorite; that old VHS was watched and rewatched depite the fact it was a scratchy you could see a previous recording of </span><span class="Apple-style-span">China Beach </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">bleed through. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">It was a treat to see the first great film on the subject of shrinking in glorious, moving color as opposed to a grainy black and white photo covered with the smears of library book abuse. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">For me, </span>Dr. Cyclops<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> was a more important childhood film than any of the Indiana Jones movies which is odd considering my grandma was an infant when it was released. I didn't need fancy effects. I just needed a bald headed bespectacled weirdo with a power complex and a shrink ray. Now I’m a bald headed bespectacled weirdo with a power complex! Thanks Dr. Cyclops! I'll get that shrink ray someday! </span></o:p></p></i></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowzpVIsGU3SJtpgGiMYLV8bbrFm36XSenpxxd_Q7fA6-GjlVt-D_rfwvxsIyIDWI3nmLZx3q3NHHcJz_J3ug6gYR1oDazSsjm1ILAnVUODrAMzunuW3UsWlYE0VeotwvRUqyLrbVGIVxg/s1600-h/cotton.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowzpVIsGU3SJtpgGiMYLV8bbrFm36XSenpxxd_Q7fA6-GjlVt-D_rfwvxsIyIDWI3nmLZx3q3NHHcJz_J3ug6gYR1oDazSsjm1ILAnVUODrAMzunuW3UsWlYE0VeotwvRUqyLrbVGIVxg/s320/cotton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365687580924376562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dr. Cyclops teaches a miniature colleague the dangers of huffing and being a meddling fool.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cVMUT63ch3moIGcLJx5W2XRlANRy_iUduaM1OPJXcPGOla8d2DmSktFCmXfYDjpOTyGg4xui3_gqSuz0M5DjzYEG9yaMv4Byep7WmPIWkEyCq-L9lIgECDacMswIgruzBkJgp1DkK5AQ/s1600-h/morons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cVMUT63ch3moIGcLJx5W2XRlANRy_iUduaM1OPJXcPGOla8d2DmSktFCmXfYDjpOTyGg4xui3_gqSuz0M5DjzYEG9yaMv4Byep7WmPIWkEyCq-L9lIgECDacMswIgruzBkJgp1DkK5AQ/s320/morons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365688599173110674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It's very easy to shrink people when they are morons. "Come look at my insane ray project! I'll just stand outside so everybody has room to get a closer look."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2AVWf_n5MJeLbLywhP9dVNsIsjmb8mNxc2rw1a9nKMa3vCos7AgcpiqxW6V-v_xB3Xql19FMvp8a1qIDeeg1EeaJO5xUjLZoNT8zfSP9fK0J6Bxqm3H32edNaXPWqri1Vp2FmB3nVGpk/s1600-h/token.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2AVWf_n5MJeLbLywhP9dVNsIsjmb8mNxc2rw1a9nKMa3vCos7AgcpiqxW6V-v_xB3Xql19FMvp8a1qIDeeg1EeaJO5xUjLZoNT8zfSP9fK0J6Bxqm3H32edNaXPWqri1Vp2FmB3nVGpk/s320/token.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365689329274849378" /></a>The Caucasian menfolk get distinguished little togas while the ethnic comedic relief gets a diaper made out of a bandana. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rfm1jGiq07vzd-r8wBv_U7yUNaAmvm29ga6KGOW98KNj5XIbgJQJrbF7YwD3MiRTUlg8YYEpwc3PDSzwhoL_pkqHDu29Xh7ZCvWbNvjEhjUa9lF66BB2klcq-846CVb-W6_cSdZe7vr5/s1600-h/parrot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rfm1jGiq07vzd-r8wBv_U7yUNaAmvm29ga6KGOW98KNj5XIbgJQJrbF7YwD3MiRTUlg8YYEpwc3PDSzwhoL_pkqHDu29Xh7ZCvWbNvjEhjUa9lF66BB2klcq-846CVb-W6_cSdZe7vr5/s320/parrot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365689848286623890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There are several severely distraught Hollywood critters in this movie. "Hey, easy with the rain hose! That's our last parrot!"</i></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTbIh2GD97UZLOHIj1Yx0E_GLOwtRXffMydXmlEyUNIPzwb0VV3ZpCQyLkZdJv74iskg4oSm_EjmnKVa1KZsL560PN5sIxmp-Cm3Tr0dH2Z4TphIEW3otHGRdOkUaomQJE-5FODRp-CNl/s1600-h/gator.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTbIh2GD97UZLOHIj1Yx0E_GLOwtRXffMydXmlEyUNIPzwb0VV3ZpCQyLkZdJv74iskg4oSm_EjmnKVa1KZsL560PN5sIxmp-Cm3Tr0dH2Z4TphIEW3otHGRdOkUaomQJE-5FODRp-CNl/s320/gator.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365690609791391554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hey, alligators have really tough skin! I bet he didn't feel any of those flaming sticks they threw in his face. Ah, simpler times!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Note: Look up Albert Deker and his sad death on Wikipedia. His death made Bob Crane's look like William Wallace's. It involved obscenities written on his body with lipstick. Ewww. </div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-73933958161666412472009-08-03T04:44:00.000-04:002009-08-03T10:11:53.261-04:00Universal Appeal: Dracula<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NX_RO3eTkela-uYNwBM6HNJVqkIkb2_40K_DHxrgc1YLNkAAJkpj4QWOTAXfTzFBsU9aLOAbJ2l6kjIe2U6Kq6hxH1nxEqbS4-4TgnxGNjK2P7aIATVRJJUfIMbK5YOAe2oCfbNWgNlN/s1600-h/DraculaCagePoster-thumb-400x598-15354.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NX_RO3eTkela-uYNwBM6HNJVqkIkb2_40K_DHxrgc1YLNkAAJkpj4QWOTAXfTzFBsU9aLOAbJ2l6kjIe2U6Kq6hxH1nxEqbS4-4TgnxGNjK2P7aIATVRJJUfIMbK5YOAe2oCfbNWgNlN/s320/DraculaCagePoster-thumb-400x598-15354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365657511058327170" /></a><br />Seventy years before Stephanie Meyers sent many of the double X chromosone possessing population into inexplicaple hysterics with her own brand of Byronic Blandness there was another (literally) toothless vampire tale that made audiences quiver.<br /><br />How could a movie as slight as Tod Browning’s Dracula become one of American cinema’s most culturally important films? Even for 1931 standards (as its Irish twin <i>Frankenstein</i> illustrates) most of the film is extremely dull stuff. The real shocker of the film is how quickly the dreamlike monster fable becomes a nearly unwatchable parlor based melodrama. The atmospheric sets are replaced with some of the most humdrum interiors ever committed to film. In this setting Lugosi’s undead predator is transformed into a middle-aged weirdo whose second language is English and has a wooden stake up his coattailed posterior.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>From this...</i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnC86zf2I-xDuiLBNwdIKrm0Y1uq92T2jZUmn7_PNEFiPYDFdG_Ln3ZeypnMDPb3CVYnyU_rhvw0w8xTkXvsVx_HJ2JOwoWxvys_MIARoDQfPrKiuj1fIiuyzRS4JzePQ6v8oiGIolp7-F/s1600-h/castle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnC86zf2I-xDuiLBNwdIKrm0Y1uq92T2jZUmn7_PNEFiPYDFdG_Ln3ZeypnMDPb3CVYnyU_rhvw0w8xTkXvsVx_HJ2JOwoWxvys_MIARoDQfPrKiuj1fIiuyzRS4JzePQ6v8oiGIolp7-F/s320/castle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365657772973944050" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>to this...not as creepy as spider castle of doom although that fireplace is pretty weird</i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4P3RN2zV0meimYpSCgf7oe_EXmSDVQH6DkxTAsMjtfuYA89PVVR0WgE6Mzttf3iPk2GKc3pVpbmuLZIFRNs3Oqvx5VlJdlDGXI6gXsxrOB9nlqDIMsZEi3s9T4FEXMcdz5V8cMhmMYI4i/s1600-h/parlor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4P3RN2zV0meimYpSCgf7oe_EXmSDVQH6DkxTAsMjtfuYA89PVVR0WgE6Mzttf3iPk2GKc3pVpbmuLZIFRNs3Oqvx5VlJdlDGXI6gXsxrOB9nlqDIMsZEi3s9T4FEXMcdz5V8cMhmMYI4i/s320/parlor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658287909962578" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmm8-7bO7n0KgMETj3aMkZc1zWwshewcY6XNPsswpI9HRYA36WnkZ303VdB_WjFCeNoetLkjFZgy62hXwFcKs11iglyXjTh2z_J6DsN3nMf7LhwJq1JSsgtfhZllb1g6Kb5h73YDP9Psl/s1600-h/read.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmm8-7bO7n0KgMETj3aMkZc1zWwshewcY6XNPsswpI9HRYA36WnkZ303VdB_WjFCeNoetLkjFZgy62hXwFcKs11iglyXjTh2z_J6DsN3nMf7LhwJq1JSsgtfhZllb1g6Kb5h73YDP9Psl/s320/read.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365664255676042786" /></a><i>Is it just me or does Dracula look like he is struggling to read his contract? "I shood hav paid more attenshun in schooel"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil215XOw0uiOLYs4-MSw2zXkKPVIlnAEkBys-vA-MsFB4q4jXoOvThxDuxIBwkUr-WD1XYJczSSOrnj6-SqxPhkdaSZvXYzIYPB6MyW96NOoNBIxKZaG4KOu-HeC_FdBsa-Gto4TCBNq2J/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil215XOw0uiOLYs4-MSw2zXkKPVIlnAEkBys-vA-MsFB4q4jXoOvThxDuxIBwkUr-WD1XYJczSSOrnj6-SqxPhkdaSZvXYzIYPB6MyW96NOoNBIxKZaG4KOu-HeC_FdBsa-Gto4TCBNq2J/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365663988090638706" /></a><i>Did Dracula make dinner for Renfield or did he make the brides do it? Was he in the kitchen trying to remember what humans eat?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I know what would make this movie less boring....</i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzxnMLqU6MenO0HuLr3XYnd-Zf9AxKAZgtD2JPli12lDLy16m8UyhskxKGHf1SfePzcK8CbuEL3VkNQCuIcSqz3FuqA8LfdrvvWY4l1k6sYD51DO9cMY5JmBzQc6yXjLB_A15l5H3kjdC/s1600-h/Glass.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzxnMLqU6MenO0HuLr3XYnd-Zf9AxKAZgtD2JPli12lDLy16m8UyhskxKGHf1SfePzcK8CbuEL3VkNQCuIcSqz3FuqA8LfdrvvWY4l1k6sYD51DO9cMY5JmBzQc6yXjLB_A15l5H3kjdC/s320/Glass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365658813973319730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>..a PHILIP GLASS soundtrack!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyBy56kmZ4yqdXkwzqX9DZscxqtm_zVy7BCHvJKA2WoIZGqsjlZgOzDCepXzr748ALjl90l3M4XqOeVfeCEO6kDInlTecqlKL82o-RFyWlyiL2fAJhRh7HwztOqHQ7PdQnGgzwd0g3v0M/s1600-h/Lugosi.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyBy56kmZ4yqdXkwzqX9DZscxqtm_zVy7BCHvJKA2WoIZGqsjlZgOzDCepXzr748ALjl90l3M4XqOeVfeCEO6kDInlTecqlKL82o-RFyWlyiL2fAJhRh7HwztOqHQ7PdQnGgzwd0g3v0M/s320/Lugosi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659077172585634" /></a>Honesty time: Lugosi’s Dracula is one of my least favorite Lugosis. It’s not the demented hammery or spectacular oddness I like in my Lugosi roles. It’s a scientific fact that the following Lugosi performances outshine his most famous role:<br />• Son of Frankenstein<br />• The Murders of Rue Morgue<br />• White Zombie<br />• The Raven<br />• The Black Cat<br />Actually, just about all of his Universal performances (and some of his cheapos) are better than Dracula but the performance is so mythic that it's undeniably powerful. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnXGfNeyb8Mj5MILet8AjjgClobOAEgrH5kTqkhsBYUGxthExQ69byV-6C9-o7mkHQ0Wx-w1XivgVmWwZi4zwEj3MJ-gcBiJ8wM7lUb8z_-NbuPpG5sr1bdwPgzGGhN5FU7maZoObEIye/s1600-h/mine.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnXGfNeyb8Mj5MILet8AjjgClobOAEgrH5kTqkhsBYUGxthExQ69byV-6C9-o7mkHQ0Wx-w1XivgVmWwZi4zwEj3MJ-gcBiJ8wM7lUb8z_-NbuPpG5sr1bdwPgzGGhN5FU7maZoObEIye/s320/mine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365659459645219474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"This one is MINE!" (That's a </i><b><i>True Blood</i></b><i> reference btw) </i></div><br />Universal Appeal: Strong and Weak. The iconic eeriness of the first 20 minutes is a large part of our collective mythology. The beautiful matte painting mountains, the “children of the night” line, the brides, and Dwight Frye’s freak out on the boat are all immortal classics. The rest of the movie (with the exception of the cigarette case mirror smash) is immediately forgettable. As someone who was born six years after Star Wars it is impossible for me to understand how audiences felt seeing and hearing the first talking supernatural horror picture. I would assume that the novelty of the original mix of sex and death (and phony fireplaces) kept Depression Era audiences captivated despite some seriously lazy filmmaking. </div>DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152413073138677624.post-27688840802275328482009-08-02T02:55:00.000-04:002009-08-03T06:05:57.954-04:00Welcome to THE HOUSE THAT DRIPPED BLOG!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEKqxxOo2_WLooKPo2sFLbArLVgV232hm6O9GuWzu5HJqTz2c7hQwxELImuGSgWTUSvzhc0tzVfQIngcKyXaldXO9_J6GvGYA6amnRg1tn1lZSJf7FuKJ_YQ5C7KPWNM564ktUvJrSz1-/s1600-h/step_ClassicMonsters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEKqxxOo2_WLooKPo2sFLbArLVgV232hm6O9GuWzu5HJqTz2c7hQwxELImuGSgWTUSvzhc0tzVfQIngcKyXaldXO9_J6GvGYA6amnRg1tn1lZSJf7FuKJ_YQ5C7KPWNM564ktUvJrSz1-/s320/step_ClassicMonsters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365676639044410690" /></a><br />Let's start by blogging about the Universal Horror films! Fresh territory isn't it? I'm going to follow the wikipedia <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universal_monsters">list</a> starting with Tod Browning's <i>Dracula </i>and ending with that fine example of female hunchbackery known as <i>House of Dracula. </i>Also, I'm going to debut "Mad Scientist of the Month." Fun stuff!DrippedJakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007191841419772746noreply@blogger.com0