Friday, October 29, 2010
horror for president
"I concur, I concur, Charlie." —Wm. Berger
"No dream and no reality will save you from yourself" —Sodom
"What do you want? Who are you?" —Sally
"We want you, Sally, we want your soul. You set us free." —uh, that dude above, and his friends. Forgive their appearance. Living in a sealed-off crawlspace for a generation does not do wonders for your complexion. He can still take you to the playlist and audio archives of last night's horrorcast™ w/a single click. But remember, "some things are better left alone!" —old jackass caretaker
Hosting two very bent and seasonally appropriate American horror films tonight in Nyack, NY. Here's what I had to say ---
Controversial director Victor Salva (Jeepers Creepers, Powder, Rites of Passage) made his first feature a love letter to classic American horror, and, well, might as well say it—adolescent boys in tighty whitys. Salva served a year in prison for untoward activities with one of Clownhouse's underage stars, and was visited weekly and counseled by his friend Francis Coppola. But don't see Clownhouse for the scandal, as there's little of it (if any) on screen; see it because it's a creepy tale of a suburban Halloween night, with plenty of seat-jumps, and three brothers alone in a house (including a young Sam Rockwell) besieged by three homicidal, escaped mental patients in stolen clown outfits and makeup. Clownhouse is a clever and well-structured horror tale in the drive-in tradition.
Last House on Dead End Street (1977)
This movie has nothing to do with a house, or a dead-end street, but a lot to do with a stag filmmaker who gets out of jail, and decides to wreak revenge upon his imagined oppressors by casting them in homemade snuff. "Terry Hawkins" is an evil bastard, with bad deeds on his mind; he's aiming to take out a group of rich decadents, and assembles a ragtag group of hippie sadists who help him execute his productions. Last House on Dead End Street is loaded with creepy, disturbing imagery and graphic gore, so do not bring the kiddies, no sir. This is a twisted American horror artifact, fueled by amphetamines (in real life), and despite its bottom-rung production values, will resonate with you forever once you've seen it.
Both of these films are currently unavailable on home video.
Other haunted filler and short subjects tba.
Many thanks to Don Sigal for arranging the evening. Don has been a constant supporter of My Castle of Quiet, and heads Opposite Records and the Psychedelic Noise in Nyack series of live events.
We hope to see you tonight! Nyack Village Theatre, 94 Main Street, Nyack, NY (best to travel by car, if y'all got one.)