Some people are born to be rock stars. Jerry McGill was one of them. He was talented, devilishly handsome, and had the kind of charisma that can’t be faked. He recorded a single for Sun Records, and it was a minor hit in 1959.
I love punk rock, always have and always will. When I was younger I had a tough time fitting in because I was awkward. It took me a while to understand that I needed to be myself and people would accept that a lot more quickly than any alternatives. During my middle school years I became really good friends with some punks and they told me to just be myself because that would be best for me. Fred, Nick, Iggy, and Daniella accepted me for who I was, a nerd. Well, a pretty badass nerd.
Just about everything Drafthouse Films has put out has been worth my time. . . so far. Their releases have been top-notch, from contemporary films to older titles. After seeing The Act Of Killing (review) I was anxious to see their next documentary acquisition. Now Drafthouse Films has released The Dog, about the “mastermind” behind the bank robbery on which the movie Dog Day Afternoon is based. We are introduced to the creepy, perverted, and overly annoying John Wojtowicz who also goes by The Dog, but I prefer to call him “asshole.”
There are three new episodes of The ScreamCast up for your listening pleasure.
Episode 38 – Monkey Shines (1988) & The Dark Half (1993): Brad and Sean discuss whether or not these films hold up on their new Scream Factory reissues.
Episode 39 – Raw Force (1982) & Christmas Evil (1980): Brad, Sean, and Brian discuss these two reissues from Vinegar Syndrome.
It seems that throwback horror is becoming the next big thing, but it’s a delight when the film doesn’t recognize it’s a throwback. Unless it is done with finesse and skill, movies like these can fall flat quickly. On the other hand, we have films that are made in the same vein as those weird classics. They take us back to being little and staying up watching movies on VHS in our living room after our parents have gone to bed. That’s how I felt while watching Swamphead, a new title from Wild Eye Releasing.
I feel privileged to watch The Death Kiss. Kino Lorber is awesome for putting together this transfer and working with the Library Of Congress to give this film the best release it has ever had and a full-on 35mm restoration. Wow.
Mardi Rustam directed Evil Town, a film that I’ve loved since I was little. Until a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t know this director did anything else. Then Gorgon Video decided to lay down the law with their new release Evils Of The Night.
I knew something in my life wasn’t right. I knew I was missing some weird, key component to happiness. I now know that Evils Of The Night is the one thing that completes me.
What is the worst film you have ever seen? I’ve seen many terrible films in my day but I usually don’t badmouth them because I don’t like to give things negative publicity. Why should *I* determine if someone watches or doesn’t watch a film? Final Entries: The Video Diary Of Madi O was one of the worst films that I’ve seen but that all changed after I found out a few interesting things.
Norwegian cinema has yet to disappointment me. They’ve caught my attention with horror films such as Manhunt, the Cold Prey series, Dead Snow, Trollhunter, Bitter Flowers, Dark Souls, and a few others. Last year at Fantastic Fest a little film called Ragnarok was announced and all I knew about it going in was that it was from Norway. Nothing else mattered.
I should have a weekly found footage column; that would make this a whole lot easier. Our found footage film for this week is Play Hooky