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Thursday, June 02, 2005

WAX THE NIP

Just back from seeing "House of Wax" w/ Cyrus Da VyRus...boy, I sure hope he doesn't take a wrong turn at Ottery St. mary and end up in some village that ain't on the map where everyone is made out of straw...

These sort of things can happen really easily: a momentary lapse of concentration while you're changing a CD on the car-stereo and, before you know it, you're upside-down in a ditch, trapped under the wheels of your Ford Mondeo (Pay attention, Brian Harvey!), unable to resist the sexual advances of a psychopathic pig-farmer dressed in a corn-sack who was hideously disfigured in an accident with a combine-harvester. In some parts of South Devon, that's known as a date...

Still, "House of Wax": a remake of a remake...a better-than-average Hollywood B-movie with nice art-direction; well worth watching on pirate on a slow tuesday night (oooh : nice RA Lafferty reference for you there, pop-pickers...)...ah, fuck it: call me old-fashioned, but Cy and myself actually fancied going out to see a film for once...the idea of a post-ironic encounter with a generic teen horror-flik tickled the ol' wotsits...

A lot better than I expected, this movie blends Hollywood's current hots for Hillbilly Gothic with a little-known genre known as The Melting Film. I def. recommend that Loki watches the hallucinatory visuals in the film's final ten minutes the next time he goes on a m/shroom-bender. (Actually, I'm showing my age, here: do people still take drugs and watch things...? )

Melting Films? Yeah, they exist, fer sure: check out the totally-banzai-mental "Street Trash"...and "The Incredible Melting Man" is a great laff too; saw that on a double-bill in the cinema with Dom and his Bro' when it first came out...love the bit where his ear comes off and sticks to a bush.

Right: off to Bristol tomorrow nite...I'll be at The Malcolm-X Centre with Farmer Glitch for the Mark Stewart and AMT gig, so if anyone wants to buy me a few gins, I'll be the one at the bar with the rotten teeth, the dungarees and the oily red baseball hat...

Jes' call me Cooter, y'all....