Yecch ! Or Perhaps Existential Malaise

I think that's how you're supposed to feel.....



Thios trailer sums up the movie's feel pretty well. My favorite scene is where the poor Andrea Feldman (as Jessica Todd) has Joey get her off with his shod foot.

Favorite quote: "Hey! Don't get that shit on my pants!"

(Academy in Peril era) John Cale soundtrack.

Ad Nauseum

The new T.V. ad for J. C Penney is a somewhat faithful recreation of The Breakfast Club, which begs the question,"Why?" The target demographic, high school kids, would have been -10 years old when this movie came out in theaters. Maybe it's an ad directed at the parents, because we all know teenagers will wear whatever their parents think is cool. And if it is directed at the parents, are they supposed to forget that it's a movie about social misfits that are trapped in detention? Is that what they want for their kids? Where's Principal Vernon? I'm so confused.

Papa Lazarou

I would have posted a clip from the movie adaptation of the show but I thought it was pretty poor - which is often the case. If any of you haven't seen it yet, this clip is from a [fairly] recent classic television series from over here called 'The League of Gentlemen' featuring one of my favourite and scariest characters - Papa Lazarou, proprietor of The Pandemonium Carnival (a travelling freak show). Those of you with a penchant for Hammer Horror, The Wicker Man, freaks and British comedy should tune in when you get a chance.

Bruce Lee vs. Gay Power

They've all got it comin'...

"Top 10" Classic Spanking Scenes of the Eighties

For more on this delicate art, swing by my place for a little One-Oh-One (or two)!

Today

The Pink Angels

Who doesn't love a movie about gay bikers? Why doesn't Bravo TV air this American classic?

The Scariest Dummy of them All

I have two friends that have interviewed him. I can't even get into the details, although secondhand. Wait for "Weird Hollywood" to come out (I have a chapter in it!) for all of the dish.

In the meantime, I bring you Chip, the Black Boy, star of Hollywood Public Access.

If you are looking for Chip the Black Boy, look no further.

Also, if you are looking for David Nkrumah Liebe Unger Hart, David Liebe Unger Hart, David Liebe Hart, David Unger Hart, or just plain David Hart, you have come to the right place.

If you need his services, David is a church musician, sign painter, artist, puppeteer and actor.

He is also looking to meet young, attractive, single women. If interested and you meet these qualifications, please call him at 213-381-0791 (serious calls only).

If he is not there, leave a brief message and what you'd like to say with your return phone number and the best time he can call you. Say it slowly and clearly and repeat it twice, and he will return your phone call as soon as he comes in.

Chip the Black Boy is the star of David Hart's television show, "The Junior Christian Bible Story Puppet Show."

Dummy: Causin' My Childhood Shiverin' Shit Fit

Lex10 here from GlyphJockey.

Let's talk about something relating to Arthur's earlier post about ventriloquist dummies- a recurring dream that occurred during my early childhood, the progenitor of which was the movie Dead of Night seen on television. What the fuck was my family thinking?!?! I was wee !!

It scarred me because prior to seeing it, it loved ventriloquist dummies, because it was a toy that came to life. But after Dead of Night, I knew it could all go wrong.....seriously, biting you wrong.

Well, here goes, here's the dream: I'm in my living room, playing with probably some Marx brand toys, when Mortimer Snerd enters the room. (Pretty sure that Mortimer was based on John Finnegan, the son of my Mother's friend, who was, in retrospect, a half-wit, and spent about 95% of the time I was sequestered with him beating on me, based on meaningless unconnected premises.)

Snerd- that fucker....

He approaches me in an attempt to bite me, in my mind, to death. I try to run but can't - it's all slow motion. Molasses. Anaerobic. Occasionally, during recurrences, I make it to my parent's room, but they do not wake up - it's like they're drugged and as a result I'm pretty much fucked - let Mortimer's biting commence. Once he's in bite proximity, everything swirls into a negative ecstasy of terror approximating the opposite of nirvana, and I wake up in a little tiny kid cold sweat, chest pumping, anxiety populating every breath of the air I gasped.

So, uh, here's the segment from the film in it's entirety. I used Google Video, because YouTube's weak ass policy states 10 minutes or less, and this runs about 23, so I'd've had to bust it into 3-

Enjoy:



Lastly, glad to be here......

La Fantastique Edy

Set of scans from Cine Revue found at The Müller-Fokker Pulpbot Effect.