tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52641867074161929432024-03-13T13:19:09.698-07:00miss flickchickmiss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-29666485464574031122014-10-08T14:09:00.000-07:002014-10-08T14:09:22.099-07:00Man Eater and Night of the Sadist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoCW37SIPI9Trmp15N9x_o2hDqDJiCpDXanSDe3MaqVAvyYbkfE8VA0ylxOKbuhD6QwtEgVSnufWkjqU1ly1m3FDm6edSIxPQvYr_oDPZMntxKEdAX0oPIOKlUfc4FY8PAUAc_tknc9Q/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-10-04+at+4.52.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoCW37SIPI9Trmp15N9x_o2hDqDJiCpDXanSDe3MaqVAvyYbkfE8VA0ylxOKbuhD6QwtEgVSnufWkjqU1ly1m3FDm6edSIxPQvYr_oDPZMntxKEdAX0oPIOKlUfc4FY8PAUAc_tknc9Q/s320/Screen+Shot+2014-10-04+at+4.52.47+PM.png" /></a>
I've just republished two vintage gay erotic novels, <i>Man Eater</i> and <i>Night of the Sadist</i>, in a two-in-one paperback and kindle edition. You can buy them on Amazon -- just search by my name.
They're both smart, well-written thrillers, reminders of a time when adult books and movies had plots and characters, and they're both great reads.
I celebrated the launch with what I thought would be a small book party, but turned into a pretty bustling event!miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-4631738732789342662011-08-16T13:00:00.000-07:002011-09-27T13:42:28.951-07:00In Praise of Ernie Kovacs<b><i>The Ernie Kovacs Collection</i><br />
Six Discs (Shout! Factory)</b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDhZRY4wKSXETYlNb2xbrQznFZ-iDq1gQ8BE4PN4CkZNx2CH8jhQZVKaSmbND8DAGlk_e4NsWjaAMxerDZ5nLI34Fng9TlLN6IAZiLvz1shnqYWDy3ZW6nXfZPzOFIErL2wie6Rh2ILM/s1600/nairobi-trio-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDhZRY4wKSXETYlNb2xbrQznFZ-iDq1gQ8BE4PN4CkZNx2CH8jhQZVKaSmbND8DAGlk_e4NsWjaAMxerDZ5nLI34Fng9TlLN6IAZiLvz1shnqYWDy3ZW6nXfZPzOFIErL2wie6Rh2ILM/s320/nairobi-trio-miss-flickchick.jpg" width="280" /></a></div>Not my usual beat and no, I don’t think horror and humor are two sides of the same coin, but petty consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, so I'm going to sing the praises of Ernie Kovacs, the television pioneer who died shockingly young -- 42 -- in a 1963 car crash but left a rich legacy of innovative television... a legacy handed down for decades within the comedy community but largely unknown to outsiders because the stuff was so damned hard to see. <i>The Ernie Kovacs Collection</i> takes care of that.<br />
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So, why would you want to take a chance on some guy who was on TV before you were born? Well, for one thing, the surrealistic, medium-bending humor we take for granted today didn’t start with <i>Scrubs</i> (2001-2010) or David Letterman (1980) or <i>Monty Python’s Flying Circus</i> (1969-1974) or even <i>Green Acres</i> (1965-1971). Ernie Kovacs was stretching, subverting and mocking at the conventions of television in 1951... take a moment to think on that: <i>1951</i>. TV was so young it barely <i>had</i> conventions to mock, subvert or undermine, but Kovacs had an unerring eye for fledgling clichés and lampooned them mercilessly.<br />
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You can see Kovacs in <i>Laugh-In</i> and <i>Saturday Night Live</i> (Chevy Chase thanked him in his 1976 Emmy acceptance speech), and in the self-referential patter of Steve Allen, George Carlin and Craig Ferguson. Try not to think about <i>SNL</i>'s fake commercials ("puppy uppers and doggie downers," anyone?) or <i>Second City TV</i>'s Joe Flaherty as Count Floyd while watching Kovacs play the shameless host of a late-night Hungarian movie show (Kovacs' family was Hungarian) shilling for 'Molnar’s Budapest Krisplies.' "They’re 100% <i>junk</i>!" he says gleefully. They "don’t pop snap or crackle… who wants all that noise from spoon?" To serve: Combine cereal, two cups of sugar and a bottle of cheap Hungarian wine in a punch bowl, then discard cereal.<br />
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Before you dismiss Kovacs’ effete poet Percy Dovetonsils as a retro gay stereotype, listen closely to “Roughing It,” his guide to hunting bear like a man’s man, which starts with a shopping spree at Abercrombie and Francine. If that isn’t a joke that plays <i>better</i> 50 years down the line than when it was new, I don’t know what is.<br />
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And then there’s the Nairobio Trio, which consisted of Kovacs, Edie Adams – his wife, muse and partner in crime, the rare bombshell willing to go goofy for a laugh – and various third wheels performing classical-light composer Robert Maxwell’s novelty number "<i>Solfeggio</i>" dressed as mechanical apes in bowlers. Their legacy includes a New Zealand jazz quartet who appropriated the name, Harry Nilsson's <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tbgv8PkO9eo%E2%80%9D">video for his novelty hit <i>Coconut</i></a> and columnist Jim Knipfel's <i>Quitting the Nairobi Trio: A Memoir</i>, his sardonic account of spending six months in Minneapolis mental institution after a botched suicide attempt.<br />
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None of Kovacs' routines sound anywhere near as funny as they are, even the word-based ones: They’re too intricately time, distinctively delivered and just plain loopy to translate. Which is where <i>The Ernie Kovacs Collection</i> comes in and I step out: There may be someone out there who could watch the entire set without cracking a smile, but when it comes to comedy I’m a notoriously tough audience and Kovacs makes me laugh.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-2936701638433416702011-06-06T18:51:00.000-07:002011-06-06T18:51:45.491-07:00Jules Dassin/Night and the City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4MGyi1As0LFpVftb2B85wABRClh1ogUrcTZ4tpro5oqWTyz_Dq4FHbjrpcPyJgzrF4M0r76a4O1P36T64CCqWAkJzlcyVHOQHGrrR3TWGg09tRwZ-pW-z5kanKzlvas36RrOCO8rGRM/s1600/night-and-the-city-jules-dassin-signature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4MGyi1As0LFpVftb2B85wABRClh1ogUrcTZ4tpro5oqWTyz_Dq4FHbjrpcPyJgzrF4M0r76a4O1P36T64CCqWAkJzlcyVHOQHGrrR3TWGg09tRwZ-pW-z5kanKzlvas36RrOCO8rGRM/s1600/night-and-the-city-jules-dassin-signature.jpg" /></a></div>I interviewed Jules Dassin, still dapper and articulate, in the mid 1990s and brought along a vintage paperback copy of <i>Night and the City</i>, hoping I'd have the nerve to ask him to sign it. Fortunately, we got along like a house afire: Though I was much younger than he was, we both grew up in a New York that bore little resemblance to the new, improved version. So at the end of the interview I bit the bullet and handed him the movie tie-in paperback and asked.<br />
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He looked at it intently for a moment and then said, "Would you mind <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdA-Niwub92nkaDOcpfVZZxPS3DFQtZSrw27Xiy3lhmlHpC4j-mHZpkbQOuRWWhmn7tLdjiR52Tswb7cTRTaKusaLX_AJRsqlWxaXNQMDSE9IodWmWe54RDeFPhTVGQRwTRbL-8uu4JsI/s1600/dassin-signature-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdA-Niwub92nkaDOcpfVZZxPS3DFQtZSrw27Xiy3lhmlHpC4j-mHZpkbQOuRWWhmn7tLdjiR52Tswb7cTRTaKusaLX_AJRsqlWxaXNQMDSE9IodWmWe54RDeFPhTVGQRwTRbL-8uu4JsI/s320/dassin-signature-miss-flickchick.jpg" width="280" /></a></div>if I wrote my name across Gene Tierney's creamy bosom?" And he did.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-14075007273367632602011-06-02T19:48:00.000-07:002011-06-02T19:48:33.040-07:00The revolution will not be televised...<i></i><br />
<i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDD1f8GXoozJu-C9OEEZ-o4EynQ2E9k4KL1yc_l2Dk1VpnJBzZlAmIe921p197ezlx_8DRUTt_zZjGo9XqxpZ4cfhadHWtM6JpeFQJMEsqJhAt1_MIZFIV6NP2P9RuDoly0w_4eD52js/s1600/gil-scott-heron-revolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDD1f8GXoozJu-C9OEEZ-o4EynQ2E9k4KL1yc_l2Dk1VpnJBzZlAmIe921p197ezlx_8DRUTt_zZjGo9XqxpZ4cfhadHWtM6JpeFQJMEsqJhAt1_MIZFIV6NP2P9RuDoly0w_4eD52js/s320/gil-scott-heron-revolution.jpg" width="280" /></a></div></i><a href="http://youtu.be/qGaoXAwl9kw"></a>Musician, poet and social activist Gil Scott-Heron died on May 27th, and while reading his obit I got hit with one of those "how'd I get that <i>so</i> wrong" broadsides.<br />
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I always took the signature line from Scott-Heron's 1970 spoken-word screed (contrary to what every over-stressed, culturally under-educated online writer seems to have taken at face value because someone once wrote it somewhere, Scott-Heron's legacy isn't rap -- it's the apparently spontaneous but meticulously-crafted verse of poetry slams)"The Revolution Will Not be Televised” as a defiant warning that when the poor, alienated and disenfranchised finally get up off their asses to fight the power, the carnage will be overwhelming, up against the wall motherfucker <i>real</i>, not some happy news kicker or an intensely manipulated, reality-tv style spectacle. Talk about prescient. <br />
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Interestingly, my husband's take was the complete opposite: He interpreted it to mean that the ruling class would suppress real reporting and spin the whole thing into insignificance… also prescient. <br />
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But I'd never listened to or read the full piece (shame on me) and it was a revelation. Yes, Scott-Heron addresses racism, police brutality, addiction and entrenched social injustice. But this excerpt sums up what really burned his ass:<br />
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“The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions…<br />
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"The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theater and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle as Julia.<br />
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"The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.<br />
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"The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.<br />
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"The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, brother."<br />
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Damn – that is more prescient than I <i>ever</i> imagined.<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/qGaoXAwl9kw">http://youtu.be/qGaoXAwl9kw</a>miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-43184071605255976902011-01-30T14:20:00.000-08:002011-01-30T14:21:23.399-08:00Broken Mirrors/Broken Minds named a 2010 best non-fiction title!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgAGCVPFgGdV1aFLjONF5vtnq-ViJcqm-0O6gfXB5ck5Vwv8hCAgcRvDeo5A-3FjmE2XuPthcwGHS4GTliOVWWSx8dVe0LWBWDDBwpVj4zFnYPPnEzPhXpAHuArhL2ZI6eASnf3Avb_c/s1600/brokenmirrorsbrokenminds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="313" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgAGCVPFgGdV1aFLjONF5vtnq-ViJcqm-0O6gfXB5ck5Vwv8hCAgcRvDeo5A-3FjmE2XuPthcwGHS4GTliOVWWSx8dVe0LWBWDDBwpVj4zFnYPPnEzPhXpAHuArhL2ZI6eASnf3Avb_c/s320/brokenmirrorsbrokenminds.jpg" /></a></div>Thank you Google Alerts! Without you I would never had known that PopMatters just named the revised and updated edition of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Mirrors-Minds-Dreams-Argento/dp/081665607X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1296425799&sr=8-1"><i>Broken Mirrors/Broken Minds: The Dark Dreams of Dario Argento</i></a> (University of Minnesota Press) one of the <a href="http://tinyurl.com/4rejmec">best non-fiction books of 2010</a>.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-48225087796794002762010-12-14T12:42:00.000-08:002010-12-14T12:42:05.456-08:00Sneaky movie cameos by musicians... did you spot them?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjdKInG3c6WfnrGOW9o4_RCpApIrzAwH134EsM_OuGcmhYmrxzVCHYBcG5OKZtbQPbHxp_kbcT3RP8MmY73qzMgSQSLiGNgeHVRU5EVojuIXHzVzBmasqpXag-CrA63uiAv4j7oHaPS8/s1600/dead-man-iggy-pop-miss-flick-chick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjdKInG3c6WfnrGOW9o4_RCpApIrzAwH134EsM_OuGcmhYmrxzVCHYBcG5OKZtbQPbHxp_kbcT3RP8MmY73qzMgSQSLiGNgeHVRU5EVojuIXHzVzBmasqpXag-CrA63uiAv4j7oHaPS8/s200/dead-man-iggy-pop-miss-flick-chick.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I'm not talking about Keith Richard as Captain Jack Sparrow's dad (<i>duh</i>) in <i>Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End</i> or Alanis Morrisette as one attitudinal God Almighty in Kevin Smith's <i>Dogma</i> — everyone knew about those long before the movies opened. <br />
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And I'm not talking about bands or soloists appearing as themselves in a performance context, so Bauhaus-era Peter Murphy doing "Bela Lugosi's Dead" in <i>The Hunger</i> is a no go.<br />
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But Iggy Pop in a ladies' dress and sunbonnet, talking all holy while fingering Johnny Depp's soft, pretty hair in Jim Jarmusch's existential western <i>Dead Man</i>? That one took me by surprise. So did Miles Davis is <i>Scrooged</i>; what the.......?<br />
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You can see all ten by clicking <a href="http://blogs.amctv.com/movie-blog/2010/12/surprising-musician-movie-cameos.php">here</a>.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-56032427329823805682010-12-13T21:30:00.000-08:002010-12-13T21:47:42.985-08:00...and a big hand for Sharktopus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHsV0VMBzkho0pdl_HQ203gaA3MeiZZoUD-v6eILqdqjPNDQWB3PKobrpNAH5JywVq9EIT5bPuc35Qaq3s6iP_cV10sxN6RCTPvMo_UI3Lie1Ok2MPaQKCBaHU-8oXzlqn63n7XNw3l8/s1600/sharktopus-miss-flick-chick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHsV0VMBzkho0pdl_HQ203gaA3MeiZZoUD-v6eILqdqjPNDQWB3PKobrpNAH5JywVq9EIT5bPuc35Qaq3s6iP_cV10sxN6RCTPvMo_UI3Lie1Ok2MPaQKCBaHU-8oXzlqn63n7XNw3l8/s200/sharktopus-miss-flick-chick.jpg" width="131" /></a></div>So, you thought <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa7ck5mcd1o%E2%80%9D"><i>Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus</i></a> reset the exploitation bar... oh, ye of little imagination! Prepare to feel the earth shift beneath your feet again, because <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fK2bBfuepKk%E2%80%9D"><i>Sharktopus</i></a> is here. I <i>live</i> for press releases that read like <i>Onion</i> parodies.<br />
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Less than a year after receiving an honorary Oscar for inundating 1950s movie theaters with teen-friendly monster movies, biker flicks, rock ‘n’ roll showcases and WIP pictures, along with helping launch the careers of Francis Ford Coppola, Martin Scorsese, Joe Dante, James Cameron, Bruce Dern, Jonathan Demme, John Sayles, Sylvester Stallone, Monty Hellman, Jack Nicholson, Peter Bogdanovich, Paul Bartel, Curtis Hanson, Gale Anne Hurd, Alan Arkush, William Shatner, Penelope Spheeris, Curtis Harrington and Peter Fonda, and barely a month after Alexandre Aja’s <a href="http://www.missflickchick.com/horror.html#piranha3d%E2%80%9D">3D remake</a> of <i>Piranha</i> opened, 84-year-old exploitation legend Roger Corman proved he’s still in the game with the too-shameless-to-be-believed <i>Sharktopus</i>.<br />
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Yes, the hybrid-horror effort, which follows in the drag marks of such recent Corman-produced projects as <i>Dinoshark</i>, <i>Supergator</i> and <i>Dinoshark vs. Supergator</i> debuted on the SyFy channel, but that’s the name of the game these days: The age of theatrical openings for, say, a mutant rapist fishmen movie like 1980’s <i>Humanoids from the Deep</i> is long gone.<br />
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But the likes of <i>Sharktopus</i> keep up-and-comers and downward dogs (I leave it to you to fill in the names) in mortgage payments and help feed memories of exploitation pictures past.<br />
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And dig that crazy theme song by the <a href="http://www.cheetahwhores.com">Cheetah Whores</a>! Thank you, SyFy and Anchor Bay.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sharktopus-Eric-Roberts/dp/B003Y5H560/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1292303758&sr=8-2"><i>Sharktopus</i></a> is available on DVD and Blu-ray (like I care) on March 15th… start planning your alcohol-fueled viewing party now.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-60059244310147105562010-11-14T11:33:00.000-08:002010-11-14T11:33:36.598-08:00Memories of horror... good ones!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Qh0lPVBGPNI688kfAWBw4yWSEMv5xymqx3ivuMtb3m_bEE9tZRXqFSGfv4rqI3L8Q75SKy-bf7Nz5yndlZN2-vKt2FGibYbrk8OQ29VQ5xWV7hSLMYv7X8yrx8Lpgexvc7L1k2FqE0g/s1600/deep-red-blood-reflection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Qh0lPVBGPNI688kfAWBw4yWSEMv5xymqx3ivuMtb3m_bEE9tZRXqFSGfv4rqI3L8Q75SKy-bf7Nz5yndlZN2-vKt2FGibYbrk8OQ29VQ5xWV7hSLMYv7X8yrx8Lpgexvc7L1k2FqE0g/s1600/deep-red-blood-reflection.jpg" /></a></div>The horror website Terror Trap recently invited me to contribute a piece about a memorable horror movie viewing experience. It will probably come as no surprise to anyone that I chose an Argento movie. But I got a pleasant surprise when the luck of the layout placed me next to Jessica Harper. And she <i>nails</i> who the terror of <i>The Wizard of Oz</i>, namely those damned creepy flying monkeys, with their silly hats, bellhop vests and nasty simian smiles. <br />
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Anyway, if you're up for a stroll down sleaze-memory lane, my recollection of seeing <i>Deep Red</i> in one of Times Square's many long gone theaters is <a href="http://www.terrortrap.com/specialfeatures/reflectionsonfear/deepred.php">here</a>.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-39908376870119071432010-11-09T11:12:00.000-08:002010-11-09T11:13:34.506-08:00Pumpkinhead and Pinhead Sitting in a Tree...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6oyFm5oXkr0SzDqmmLC8z106NDht4vk4dVyFnzrAFUzYiiy4E9SG6C4N4JKg-aMOe3aaZHjhNDgJT5lw6XV_cqXs4V68rrXSOdGvATtWwoKJRkRWcQs5oLnNuTVcO15o29wGWq6X8gg/s1600/pumpkinhead-plus-pinhead-one-miss-flick-chick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6oyFm5oXkr0SzDqmmLC8z106NDht4vk4dVyFnzrAFUzYiiy4E9SG6C4N4JKg-aMOe3aaZHjhNDgJT5lw6XV_cqXs4V68rrXSOdGvATtWwoKJRkRWcQs5oLnNuTVcO15o29wGWq6X8gg/s200/pumpkinhead-plus-pinhead-one-miss-flick-chick.jpg" width="176" /></a></div>What other explanation can there be for this monstrous gourd except that it's the unholy spawn of Pinhead, dark prince of cenobites, and everyone's favorite demon from the wrong side of the pumpkin patch? Naughty, naughty!<br />
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And no wonder it's behind a fence... (Photographed at the Mobilization for Change Community Garden, 107th Street and Columbus Avenue, NYC)miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-87718135219822681582010-11-01T18:02:00.000-07:002010-11-01T18:02:19.699-07:00Halloween decor!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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But for a last minute creation — we're talking an hour from start to finish, and that's <i>with</i> the time it took to hollow out and carve the big pumpkin — it came out pretty well.Of course, it helps that our place is awash in skulls (wooden, ceramic, crystal, plaster, wax... everything but bone, at least when we're talking human), glow-in-the-dark spiders and miscellaneous other cheerfully macabre stuff. <br />
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It takes a little pre-planning to do the place up for Christmas, but Halloween is a snap.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-46933902846879782702010-10-25T15:51:00.000-07:002010-10-25T16:01:10.685-07:00Why is my cat reading such filth?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2YEKiLbsjF9wzFjxRkdKyfSGs64s2TiCylVO2dkskLiy_UjQcsP1vYH-jlXvGRROHhuzyWiveJ4L15GfyinK6XHBvcM8UM7UvKlZrzr2CnEhV6_JLOqxTbeRayPPhS4PYB7OfEMSOKg/s1600/perverse-crimes-in-history-book-cver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2YEKiLbsjF9wzFjxRkdKyfSGs64s2TiCylVO2dkskLiy_UjQcsP1vYH-jlXvGRROHhuzyWiveJ4L15GfyinK6XHBvcM8UM7UvKlZrzr2CnEhV6_JLOqxTbeRayPPhS4PYB7OfEMSOKg/s1600/perverse-crimes-in-history-book-cver.jpg" /></a></div>I just retrieved this book from Chip's room (also known as the cardboard box he claimed last year after my husband and I made a whirlwind NYC-Morgantown-NYC trip to collect some stuff from his childhood home) and would like to know why my cat is creeping around reading purportedly anthropological accounts of pervy sex crimes.<br />
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I mean, he's a <i>cat</i>, for God's sake. As those of us who've read <a href="http://kirjasto.sci.fi/saki.htm">Saki</a>'s <a href="http://www.sff.net/people/doylemacdonald/l_tober.htm">Tobermory</a> know, cats are wise to everything everyone is <br />
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Yeah, okay, sure. And that has what, exactly, to do with this <i>Jaws</i> necklace?miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-1894539362258869282010-09-09T10:06:00.000-07:002010-09-09T10:06:42.752-07:00All rise for Animal House (and that means you, Snooki)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLfhenoSGyDohJq0P1WQVYwPMuNYZK97ktKl9_n7_TV5dsA5q0eriPiPMPssLsCS13qJiQgVnX2PU26qAsvlgTO7K3N3wkwEVxvhtEVz_hPT5IPNFTHoK78YIYX2F7sr6nfKB0of9I9o/s1600/animal-house-dean-wormer-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLfhenoSGyDohJq0P1WQVYwPMuNYZK97ktKl9_n7_TV5dsA5q0eriPiPMPssLsCS13qJiQgVnX2PU26qAsvlgTO7K3N3wkwEVxvhtEVz_hPT5IPNFTHoK78YIYX2F7sr6nfKB0of9I9o/s200/animal-house-dean-wormer-miss-flickchick.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>In yet another sign of the times, <i>Animal House</i>'s villain-in-residence d Dean Wormer is sounding more reasonable by the minute.<br />
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And I can't help but hear an echo of his admonition to Kent "Flounder" Dorfman ("Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.") in New Jersey Judge Damian G. Murray's advice to <i>Jersey Shore</i>'s fat, drunk and stupid Snooki Polizzi who was also fined $500 and ordered to perform community service for being blotto (note that I refrained from saying <i>Bluto</i>) and disorderly on a Seaside Heights beach: "Going through life rude, profane, obnoxious and self-indulgent — that's not the way you want to live your life."<br />
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Not as pithy, but the point is the same.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-16341487934374062362010-08-25T09:26:00.000-07:002010-08-25T09:26:34.914-07:00Why I Love Werner Herzeg (and his "fights" with Abel Ferrara and Chuck Norris)<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgMOGgDMpVo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgMOGgDMpVo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>I mean, let's face it: Herzog is a nut. Or a mad genius... whatever. However you phrase it he's always been, let's just say, as eccentric as he is talented. And yet these days he sounds like the most reasonable guy in the room.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-51828767238871815622010-08-13T19:05:00.000-07:002010-08-13T19:10:01.566-07:00Astronomy is dirty!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJojjcMt8eiXQJxUwB6DBrbd8Z96tn3Ej_sf9axR7mIGYeCr9U3ZqB4FV2cSTfa75fqMvKy-k9gA0NdSYaCgI7jkmmudxd9slhKAl7p20jKENsJcRcFqliaRklX104LMT9a18mSH2oWrE/s1600/john-johnson-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJojjcMt8eiXQJxUwB6DBrbd8Z96tn3Ej_sf9axR7mIGYeCr9U3ZqB4FV2cSTfa75fqMvKy-k9gA0NdSYaCgI7jkmmudxd9slhKAl7p20jKENsJcRcFqliaRklX104LMT9a18mSH2oWrE/s200/john-johnson-miss-flickchick.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Oh, <i>please</i>: Does this “Weird but True” item from the <i>New York Post</i> sound like a world class prank or what? <br />
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"Space geeks have something new to snicker about. Astronomers, including one named John Johnson (above), have discovered planets orbiting a star called Sextanis 24 and have named the planets "Sex B" and "Sex C." 'This new planet pair came in an unexpected package,' said Johnson, of the California Institute of Technology. He apparently said that with a straight face."<br />
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But it appears that it’s basically true: It just sounds less smarmy in real <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.sciencecodex.com/caltech_astronomer_finds_planets_in_unusually_intimate_dance_around_dying_star" ”="">science speak</a>, which could the make the plot of a <i>bona fide</i>, hard-core porn movie sound dull.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-22069093249938320292010-08-04T11:35:00.000-07:002010-08-04T11:38:21.690-07:00Stop the presses: Nicolas Cage is bughouse crazy<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYW8hiurtmt-uv4cHKt4uy0LCK_dwKS4wczOzqmuaINi9-jjR_An004Trc9cjx3aM2K6J9Sx1gCUm5IC0cRxx911NoTtB4B3-ow6NqCD3a6tnlwIwOyZX2zt_lhd9qynUAAAUFXu3Gw4U/s1600/nicolas-cage-bad-lieutenant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYW8hiurtmt-uv4cHKt4uy0LCK_dwKS4wczOzqmuaINi9-jjR_An004Trc9cjx3aM2K6J9Sx1gCUm5IC0cRxx911NoTtB4B3-ow6NqCD3a6tnlwIwOyZX2zt_lhd9qynUAAAUFXu3Gw4U/s200/nicolas-cage-bad-lieutenant.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I have to hand it to Nicolas Cage: His antics have actually made me feel sorry for Joel Schumacher. I don't spend a lot of time feeling sorry for Schumacher, whose lengthy career defines the word "uneven." Yes, I have a soft spot for <i>The Lost Boys</i>. I like <i>Tigerland</i> and <i>Phone Booth</i>, and I confess to loving <i>8mm</i> for many, many reasons, none of them good: I could put it on right now and fast forward to Peter Stormare's scenes as demonic pornographer Dino Velvet. (An aside: I always thought his name was pronounced store-<i>mar</i>-ee, until I heard him introduce himself in a behind-the-scenes segment on the DVD of a piece of crap called <i>Insanitarium</i> and he said it Store-<i>mere</i>.)<br />
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The story so far is that Cage (the star of <i>8mm</i>, as it happens) signed on to Schumacher's Louisiana-set thriller <i>Trespass</i>, about a husband and wife kidnapped by lowlife thieves, in the role of the husband (Kidman was cast as the wife). Then Cage decided he'd rather play the head lowlife. <i>Then</i>, after being recast, he did a vanishing act -- two weeks before the movie's start date -- prompting a flurry of articles about the frantic search for a replacement. And now it appears that he's come back, but wants to return to his original role.<br />
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Yeah, I'd really look forward to working with that guy, especially since he officially stopped acting after <i>Leaving Las Vegas</i>. I mean it's one thing to show up, do your schtick and collect a paycheck. It's another to show up, do your schtick and collect a paycheck after putting the rest of the cast and crew through the tortures of the damned. Sean Penn may be a pain in the ass, but no one has <i>ever</i> said he was unreliable or gave less than his best, which has been consistently pretty damned good for going on 30 years. The bast anyone seems to be able to do with Cage is put him in roles as crazy as he is and hope the result has train-wreck appeal.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-41172228252073558812010-08-02T11:46:00.000-07:002010-08-02T11:46:41.394-07:00Argento posters, stripped to the essentials<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQn9nmY8QGqeLsVARhbo7I3hbwVKsVEcJ8g-mL6fBzn-KsWRtYz1nqQHKioqIrFFrsdoIO8yAgFolTrd2_36BsneMxA1v7z-T8O17e5qwUUdmHYnlC6sUQxbGhgqqzbD4C-sBFOGZk8To/s1600/minimalist-deep-red-poster-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQn9nmY8QGqeLsVARhbo7I3hbwVKsVEcJ8g-mL6fBzn-KsWRtYz1nqQHKioqIrFFrsdoIO8yAgFolTrd2_36BsneMxA1v7z-T8O17e5qwUUdmHYnlC6sUQxbGhgqqzbD4C-sBFOGZk8To/s320/minimalist-deep-red-poster-miss-flickchick.jpg" /></a></div><br />
So, apparently there’s this fad among artists and designers for creating elegantly stripped-down posters for well-known films -- Google “minimalist movie posters” and see for yourself.<br />
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An Italian designer/photographer named Federico Mauro took it upon himself to do designs for the entire Argento canon. See them <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/federicomauro/sets/72157624250941783/%E2%80%9D">here</a>.<br />
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Overall I think they’re very cool, and no Argento fan will have to read the title copy to match these elegantly unadorned images to the appropriate film.<br />
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<i>Cats vs. Dogs</i> is a typical Hollywood's kid pic: Noisy, coarse and pretty stupid. But the credits sequence is a stunner: Read more here — <a href="http://www.missflickchick.com/reviewarchive1.html#kittygalore"><i>Cats vs. Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore</i></a>. The Zac Efron showcase <a href="http://www.missflickchick.com/reviewarchive1.html#charliestcloud"><i>Charlie St. Cloud</i></a> is the answer to a dreamy teenage girl's dream: For everyone else — especially anyone who's seen both <a href="http://www.missflickchick.com/reviewarchive1.html#sixthsense"><i>The Sixth Sense</i></a> and the Swedish film <a href="http://www.missflickchick.com/reviewarchive1.html#denosynlige"><i>The Invisible</i></a> — it's a mopey slog.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-34177186594453652672010-07-14T11:35:00.000-07:002010-08-01T16:54:53.620-07:00Predators on the prowl, sparkly vampires in love and zombies -- new reviews!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWY9w8d_3d9KuKHagE5vyTGuIvcA1pYt1x5yES-8cWMk9sZUrogzhV1npsUTYM21hxq_DtA4H_wgiET8KzFgyHYZs7H9xnO7QwLzf3i2vjGwQ6KOc2FoLpmBVA_98cd6vKpuNiOZSBJw/s1600/predators-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWY9w8d_3d9KuKHagE5vyTGuIvcA1pYt1x5yES-8cWMk9sZUrogzhV1npsUTYM21hxq_DtA4H_wgiET8KzFgyHYZs7H9xnO7QwLzf3i2vjGwQ6KOc2FoLpmBVA_98cd6vKpuNiOZSBJw/s200/predators-miss-flickchick.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>If I've said it once, I've said it often enough that my nearest and dearest don't want to hear another word: I like my vampires nasty and/or dangerously sexy (which is why I'm totally hooked on <i>True Blood</i>... but more on that another time), so the tween-friendly swooning and moping of the <i>Twilight</i> series leaves me cold. None the less, when I reviewed <a href="http://missflickchick.com/horror.html#twilight"><i>Twilight</i></a> I effectively signed myself up for the whole series, hence my review of <a href="http://missflickchick.com/horror.html#twilighteclipse"><i>Twilight: Eclipse</i></a>.<br />
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I loved <a href="http://missflickchick.com/horror.html#rec"><i>[REC]</i></a>, and while <a href="http://missflickchick.com/horror.html#rectwo"><i>[REC] 2</i></a> suffers the curse of the sequel, I had a damned good time watching it. The same can't be said for <a href="http://missflickchick.com/horror.html#predators"><i>Predators</i></a> — after an hour of watching sundry humans run through some alien jungle, all I could think was, "There's <i>no way</i> that sniper gal wouldn't have pulled her hair into a pony tail rather than let it hang around her face in fetchingly sweaty tendrils." Thoughts like that are a sure sign you haven't surrendered to the fiction.<br />
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And finally, I was pleasantly surprised by the documentary <a href="http://missflickchick.com/reviewarchive1.html#racingdreams"><i>Racing Dreams</i></a>, about three adolescents pursuing their shared dream of becoming professional NASCAR drivers. It could have been feel good, "triumph of the human spirit" pablum, but it's a much tougher and smarter movie than that.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-4559583879348189272010-07-04T10:53:00.000-07:002010-07-04T10:53:37.079-07:00Superman the musical... Broadway bound?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CY3OZBbWO3k3272J4dMYxk9QiSeCpTOCmB1LEvAgtfz6KERCNse-LUuZn5XnfCWnEzP8m3QdGzucHh9tczhT0-4D0i8Bu8ugbFoafVddeJxuNIWsVnEJ2IuDDCdRph0ixjYVU564zIo/s1600/superman-musical-tv-1975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CY3OZBbWO3k3272J4dMYxk9QiSeCpTOCmB1LEvAgtfz6KERCNse-LUuZn5XnfCWnEzP8m3QdGzucHh9tczhT0-4D0i8Bu8ugbFoafVddeJxuNIWsVnEJ2IuDDCdRph0ixjYVU564zIo/s200/superman-musical-tv-1975.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Back in 1966, just as camp TV series <i>Batman</i> was turning the dark knight into a national joke, the musical <i>It’s a Bird… It’s a Plane… It’s Superman</i> opened on Broadway. <br />
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The book was by soon-to-be Academy Award-nominees David Newman and Robert Benton (<i>Bonnie and Clyde</i>) and the songs by <i>Bye Bye Birdie</i>’s Charles Strouse and Lee Adams; it opened to generally favorable reviews, picked up three Tony nominations (all for members of the cast) and closed after less than four months. <br />
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The news that it just might be Broadway-bound again boggles the mind… my mind, anyway, but fair is fair: I — like most people, given that abbreviated run — know the show only from the 1975 TV version, which is so staggeringly awful that it really is, well, <i>staggering</i>.<br />
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The TV special has never been available on commercial video or DVD, but like so many other ghastly gems (<i>The Star Wars Holiday Special</i>, anyone?), the bootlegs are out there for those who just have to see it. And, dear reader, I did.<br />
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The plot, such as it is, involves the collusion of mad scientist Abner Sedgwick (David Wayne, <i>Batman</i>’s Mad Hatter) and reporter Max Mencken (Kenneth Mars, who sometimes sounds remarkably like Gene Hackman playing Lex Luther) to destroy Superman by undermining his self-confidence, Sedgwick because he wants to rule the world (the better to punish Sweden because he’s never won a Nobel Prize) and Mencken because he’s a jealous schmuck. Plucky girl reporter Lois Lane (Lesley Ann Warren, then just plain Lesley Warren) swoons over Superman (David Wilson) but barely knows his alter ego, Clark Kent, is alive. Clark nurses a crush on Lois, while his comely colleague, Sydney (Loretta Swit) pines for Mencken, who only has eyes for Lois. Sedgwick and Mencken’s plan appears to be succeeding until Superman crosses paths with a couple of wise hippies who think he’s just great because he’s a freak — all the cool people are freaks. Very ‘60s.<br />
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Granted, <i>Superman: The Movie</i> (1978) — which Newman and Benton co-wrote along with a host of others, credited and uncredited — but big special effects can distract viewers from a multitude of sins. <i>It’s a Bird… It’s a Plane…</i> had none, and I found the songs insipid beyond belief. The comic-bookish sets are hideous and cheap-looking, and the episodic construction (complete with a narrator who hypes the next installment) is straight out of the <i>Batman</i> series which, for the record, I always hated. The script, which tinkers with that of the show (there are, for example, no Chinese acrobats; the original play had five) is full of “timely” allusions, from mobster Malachi Thorne’s solemn “My fellow hoods, let me make one thing perfectly clear… there’s someone we gotta take out” to Mencken’s threat that an errant computer is going to get the <i>2001</i> treatment if it doesn’t look out. Not clever. Not funny.<br />
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The show was revived in 1992 at the Godspeed Opera Housein Haddam Connecticut, and got a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9D" http:="" mem="" theater.nytimes.com="" theater="" treview.html?res="9E0CE6DB153DF933A15755C0A964958260&scp=5&sq=%22it%27s%20a%20bird...%20it%27s%20a%20plane...%20it%27s%20superman%22&st=cse”">very decent review</a> from the <i>New York Times</i>’ Stephen Holden that apparently impressed no-one. But the Dallas Theater Center’s new production seems to be making an impression, which I suspect is proof that timing is everything — there is, after all, a mega-budget <i>Spider-Man</i> musical lumbering its way to Broadway as I write.<br />
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This new version of <i>It’s a Bird… It’ a Plane…</i> reportedly dials down the camp, features several new songs (and eliminates others) and got an extensive overhaul by playwright Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, whose credits lean to the macabre, including a 2009 adaptation of <i>The Picture of Dorian Gray</i>. <i>Variety</i>’s reviewer liked it, but all I can say is that it would have to be pretty damned fabulous to erase the memory of that excruciating TV special.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-61429835086385582352010-07-03T12:22:00.000-07:002010-07-03T12:24:42.035-07:00Tinto Brass exposed!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIeKsgOZSoiKdDciukZ_nLi9hgWyuZRRtvwln65uD7IQ0AQYFHd2U_-ykWER1MFgcipHG0daqGFeo0jVTNt5YMDc8pjj0IcHB62G5vKxY6gP3-Q7Ree8lZ1AHeC1UtkqLXz7VdpNs7HQ/s1600/deadly-sweet-miss-flickchick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIeKsgOZSoiKdDciukZ_nLi9hgWyuZRRtvwln65uD7IQ0AQYFHd2U_-ykWER1MFgcipHG0daqGFeo0jVTNt5YMDc8pjj0IcHB62G5vKxY6gP3-Q7Ree8lZ1AHeC1UtkqLXz7VdpNs7HQ/s200/deadly-sweet-miss-flickchick.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>My piece about the long and surprisingly varied career of Tinto Brass is in the July/August issue of <a href="http://www.filmlinc.com/fcm/fcm.htm"><i>Film Comment</i></a> magazine, and there's more to him than Caligula, Salon Kitty and a slew of booty-licious softcore odes to ladies with yummy rumps. I swear!<br />
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Just check out this trailer for his 1967 swinging London pop-thriller <i>Deadly Sweet</i>, starring Jean-Louis Trintingnant and Ewa Aulin: It's less a knock off of <i>Blowup</i> than its bizarro world doppleganger.<br />
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<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTSVxB1mD94&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTSVxB1mD94&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-51921499551064607952010-07-01T18:57:00.000-07:002010-07-01T18:57:55.194-07:00Trailer for the US remake of Let the Right One In...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5HTa6MWFYWq1-YlsOr_sgzPtLbwDsKx1AS61Qwjs9tmlXZXcuVOM2UC98tLRK8NnOxJpgkmO8cFU-evFtkpM1NCA2jFMuDMuRoLGZJjjXCMVQb8h5iKKHDgD_JoM0fa4tMPdc8yse8o/s1600/let-me-in-miss-flickchick..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5HTa6MWFYWq1-YlsOr_sgzPtLbwDsKx1AS61Qwjs9tmlXZXcuVOM2UC98tLRK8NnOxJpgkmO8cFU-evFtkpM1NCA2jFMuDMuRoLGZJjjXCMVQb8h5iKKHDgD_JoM0fa4tMPdc8yse8o/s200/let-me-in-miss-flickchick..jpg" width="137" /></a></div>I have my doubts, because <i>Let the Right One In</i> is the epitome of movies that don't need to be remade.<br />
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But this is a pretty <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjavOLdPk1c">decent trailer</a>, so fingers crossed — maybe this will be an absolutely terrific do-over.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-87510989617453990372010-06-29T20:31:00.000-07:002010-06-29T20:31:19.510-07:00Cat and tiny face hugger are friends...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWjszoUuzMc55VfgPE2BQsaVPu3oZoC48N5NZ0IxrFJ9e_J3nAkWViuSD44AxPSsHsmSrp3pzw_Do5EdfV8DK8Ca4f0wNiIPY3rqlaC6Cpo_QcjxWHv3CgCgN8SoaJMmNF0s2qHcvtD4/s1600/little-facehugger-miss-flickchick..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWjszoUuzMc55VfgPE2BQsaVPu3oZoC48N5NZ0IxrFJ9e_J3nAkWViuSD44AxPSsHsmSrp3pzw_Do5EdfV8DK8Ca4f0wNiIPY3rqlaC6Cpo_QcjxWHv3CgCgN8SoaJMmNF0s2qHcvtD4/s320/little-facehugger-miss-flickchick..jpg" /></a></div>My cat Chip is suddenly obsessed with this little (maybe three inches long) plastic <i>Alien</i> face hugger.<br />
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I've had it for years and he never showed the slightest interest in it; it's been sitting on the back of a pottery armadillo I bought as a teenager since I don't know when.<br />
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And yet I just took it away from him for the second time today. I really don't think the little plastic face hugger has changed, so what gives?<br />
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That is, of course, a rhetorical question... everything cats do is a mystery.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-85317885065344840222010-06-24T17:08:00.000-07:002010-06-24T20:08:49.575-07:00How Paul Bartel taught me to make smoothies...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOB4yfYRXJXc96OqnLRspDrurvlgh2WnqC5jSBWCAaPgYDy5dFZ5p8fl3TIgTjLDjB7_Lnc9zgSFFEI56t3S4sMAd7ra9zugKleZPSHQtBE-IA4Fu6fTIiSxUX-u9G9YZwx7d_vzqvb8/s1600/paul-bartel-miss-flickchick..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOB4yfYRXJXc96OqnLRspDrurvlgh2WnqC5jSBWCAaPgYDy5dFZ5p8fl3TIgTjLDjB7_Lnc9zgSFFEI56t3S4sMAd7ra9zugKleZPSHQtBE-IA4Fu6fTIiSxUX-u9G9YZwx7d_vzqvb8/s200/paul-bartel-miss-flickchick..jpg" width="132" /></a></div>Yes, <i>the </i><a href="http://www.seattlepi.com/movies/bart18shtml">Paul Bartel</a>, who directed <i>Private Parts</i> (1972, no, not the Howard Stern movie), <i>Death Race 2000</i> (1976) and many other slyly clever exploitation movies.<br />
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I was in Los Angeles in 1990, doing interviews for my book <i>Filmmaking on the Fringe</i>; I had interviewed Bartel before over the phone, but never in person. I was thrilled to be catching up with him, but I was also running late and hadn't had time to eat. I bought a couple of bananas to eat in the car, but I was a new driver and the freeways scared the hell out of me, so I didn't dare take my hands off the wheel.<br />
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Bartel was the gracious host personified, and when I asked whether he minded if I ate while we talked he said, "Let me make you something delicious — I learned how when I was at <i>Centro Sperimentale</i> in Italy." And then Paul Bartel beetled off to the kitchen and made me a banana smoothie, which was delicious as promised.<br />
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Bartel is gone, but his banana smoothies live on. I've modified the recipe (if bananas, milk and ice constitute a recipe) by using coffee ice cubes instead of regular ones, but I don't think he'd mind. Coffee and bananas taste great together and that's what counts... I wish I could have shared a banana-coffee smoothie with him.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264186707416192943.post-19923015614003359862010-06-22T17:49:00.000-07:002010-06-22T17:49:53.470-07:00And now, a shoutout to the late, great Psychotronic Magazine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgus7OUmcbNRkOUwrnXYrZP4OYhMoQMDJfj4ediEvdXwmZCa9mMacnY6Dlx9_FuaeAcNh3GAH84p6QsX1eWpcuPeftA41Mk6bQJLHj2Ix1IaBBozsv6G9HeWtiYmSliVKWN7w8n5xo3z1o/s1600/psychotronic-magazine-number-ten-miss-flickchick..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgus7OUmcbNRkOUwrnXYrZP4OYhMoQMDJfj4ediEvdXwmZCa9mMacnY6Dlx9_FuaeAcNh3GAH84p6QsX1eWpcuPeftA41Mk6bQJLHj2Ix1IaBBozsv6G9HeWtiYmSliVKWN7w8n5xo3z1o/s320/psychotronic-magazine-number-ten-miss-flickchick..jpg" width="238" /></a></div>I'll spare you the convoluted but not especially interesting chain of associations that led me to visit the website of Michael Weldon's <a href="http://www.psychotronic.com/site/home"><i>Psychotronic</i></a> magazine, but I was immediately compelled to flip through the real, live issues — 41 in all — I accumulated between 1989 and 2004, when it ceased publication. They're a treasure trove of trash, which I mean in the best possible way: Reviews of obscure, overlooked and marginal movies of every stripe, along with interviews and sundry features aimed squarely at connoisseurs of the freaky and forgotten.<br />
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Yes, the web is full of specialized movie sites, some of them great. But when issue number one of <i>Psychotronic</i> came out, there <i>was</i> no web, just a jumble of irregularly published 'zines that you might just run across if you happened to be in the right book or record store on the right day at the right time. Michael's 1983 <i>Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film</i> grew out of his own weekly 'zine, an "alternative <i>TV Guide</i>" that singled out the kind of movies that <i>never</i> got a <i>TV Guide</i> spotlight, was the bible of movie fans like me. Michael was a scholar and a connoisseur of trash culture before it was cool, and <i>Psychotronic</i> was where you could find things like this piece on <a href="http://www.filmnashville.org/june/psycotronic01.html">Ron and June Ormond</a>, regional filmmakers/distributors who made exploitation pictures like the astonishing <i>Exotic Ones</i> (1968, aka <i>The Monster and the Stripper</i> until they survived a plane crash, saw the light and switched to making Jesus movie. Great stuff. <br />
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So visit the website, check out the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Psychotronic/112567842089388%3C/p">Facebook page</a> and buy Michael's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Psychotronic-Video-Guide-Film/dp/0312131496/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1277253942&sr=1-1"><i>Psychotronic Video Guide</i></a> (the <i>Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film</i> is tough to find and scary expensive): If you're reading this, you won't be sorry.miss flickchickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16494437096298634254noreply@blogger.com0