HAPPY B-DAY . . . ICEVEIN! - *"I don't always drink beer . . . but, when I do-* *-it is from the skulls of those who have failed me."* * **"Stay thirsty for vengeance, my friends."* ...
2 days ago
I think I can safely say, this is the best Tim Burton movie ever.
Gotta be up there with the best Johnny Depp movies too.
If there were nothing else, this film alone would single-handedly save the 90's.
It's just great.
Its history is a bit fuzzy, but it can be forgiven.
Think of it as an Ed Wood movie about Ed Wood.
Martin Landau was simply magnificent as Bela Legosi.
Well, he won an Oscar for it, didn't he?
Well, anything I could possibly say about it has been said a million times.
This one will live forever.
I love it. I could watch it every day.
Saw this only very recently.
A delightful little film.
How did I miss out on this?
80's yuppies being chopped to pieces by another 80's yuppie?
And hey, Hewie Lewis in the soundtrack!
Good as this is, the novel's better.
I was disturbed by it, and ain't that what you want from real horror?
Wussies pitched a fit over the book, so you know it's good.
Buy anything that gets angry reviews, and better still, pickets, and fatwas.
Especially pickets, and fatwas.
Go right out, and get it.
Loved it!The history-
Okay, touched on it way back here.
Almost got scared away from it by Ebert's review here.
Posted the Tosh spoiler review here.
Finally worked up the nerve, saw it, was both spooked, and amused, and that, is good horror.
I own it now.
Dieter Laser is just excellent in this.
My favorite mad scientist on film thus far.
I hope he gets a lot more horror work.
The mad scientist is my favorite movie villain archetype, and there aren't enough of them period, but of those few, there aren't many good ones.
You gotta go back to Jeffrey Combs as Herbert West in the 80's, and even further back to Peter Cushing's Victor Frankenstein after that.
It's a pretty thin hall of fame...
Anyway, Tom Six has made me an instant fan of his work, and I anxiously await the Centipede sequel.
It starts off as a christmas-y movie, like something Capra might've shot, then it morphs into a monster movie complete with splattery blender and microwave oven kills.
...and they marketed this flick at KIDS.
There was plush toys, color books, a cereal, trading cards, candy...
I really don't think the marketing people genuinely understood what had hit them.
I dunno, maybe there were some boomers with some yippie subversiveness still left in them, and they were still kicking up silt in the man's machine.
It was this weird little period of rebellion for awhile.
I liked it a lot.
Shit, Speilberg was in on this as an executive producer, he knew what was going on.
What happened to THAT Speilberg??!?!
Now he turns guns into walkie talkies.
Man, what 20 years does....