"There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about The Wizard Of Oz."
Mythic and Powerful
The first moment we see Dorthy and Toto walking, sepia drenched, along that dusty farm road, I begin to tear up. Sure, that is nostalgia speaking. But the other 99 percent of the time the emotion is drawn from a pure and perfect cinematic experience.
This is one movie where the hype is not enough.
David "Lamp Fetish" Lynch, the king of tragic needle drops, leads us down a 3 hour rabbit hole full of heartache, humor and one hell of a jump scare. After multiple viewings, I still scream like a child.
Lynch's magnum opus. Watch it sober, watch it with zero distractions and with zero breaks, except for the ones your heart will do many many times.
I need to find a man who talks to me about Johnny Guitar the way others talk about The Godfather. Someone to walk me through scene by scene and tell me why they love it. To pause it at pinnacle points just to gush about the camera work, the colors, the symmetry, that white dress!
Johnny: How many men have you forgotten?
Vienna: As many women as you've remembered.
The proof of Hooper's genius was in this meaty pudding from the start. For all it's mayhem it is elegant and precise.
Leatherface, dancing with his chainsaw at sunrise, is one of the most beautiful things I've seen on screen.
You were a misunderstood Master of Horror, Tobe, and I am sorry you were not treated better. We need more like you.
It may be sacrilegious to say, but I'm going to effin say it. The blob deserves a spot in the Holy Horror Trinity of remakes along with The Fly and The Thing.
Though kills don't make the movie, this time around I was struck with how creative and consistent the kills come. A cool practical fx creature feature, that has some awesome slasher DNA.
It creeps and leaps and glides and slides like a good 80's horror should.
So much fun!