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Post by Frameous on May 28, 2016 18:00:27 GMT -5
This doesn't really fall under the heading of "fun/scary." More like poorly executed satirical "scary." This movie is stamped in my DNA and sadly, I don't think I've met another person who's ever suffered through it. I watched Saturday the 14th ad nauseam as a little kid. Eventually I had to venture out and some other VHS to wear thin. It became back to back showings of Saturday the 14th mixed in with The Last Unicorn, Clue, Money Pit and Time Bandits. Once I started torrenting, I got my hands back on the film and to this day can sit and watch it any time of day or night. In fact, it's become an October tradition. (1981) Directed by Howard R. Cohen and staring husband and wife, Richard Benjamin and Paul Prentiss as mom and dad to a constantly creeped out teenage daughter, Debbie and the overly smart 10 year old son, Billy. They inherit an old cursed house from a rich uncle and Billy finds the book of evil. Once opened, the monsters take over the house. Besides the sheer awesomeness of Jefferey Tambor being in the movie, there is one character that still steals the show; Van Helsing played by Severn Darden whose career basically ended in '89. So last year, I was browsing YouTube and PirateBay for old 80's Halloween TV specials. What I found was a gem I had never run across; 1979, Vincent Price's Once Upon A Midnight Scary. As I watched.. who shows up, but Severn Darden. He was playing what would in three years time be his Van Helsing character. I was as giddy to see him last year as I was when I first fell in love with this awful, awful movie. Oh and BTW, I watched Saturday the 14th. What can I say about this movie...? I really found the first 30 minutes or so to be pretty bad, yet compelling. A lot of the humor was so bizarre I found myself chuckling more at the absurdity of it rather than its intended humor. Like when Richard Benjamin gets out of bed, knocks over the lamp, and when he comes back to bed, turns the lamp off leaving it laying on the floor? Then Darden shows up and it got much better. He was a real hoot, and in the last half I couldn't help but laugh at some of the jokes. I was also struck by how odd the tone was overall. Some scenes are staged in a way that makes them almost scary, but then there is all this non sequitur humor and cheap monster suits. The we get the teenage daughter taking her clothes off in the bath scene, and it seemed exploitative. I was wondering how I would have felt about this if I had sen it as a kid. Surely, I would be more forgiving. Did you find it scary as a kid? And did Tambor ever have hair?! He was fun too, especially at the end, when he and Darden faced off against each other (when he emitted that fog horn sound as they started fighting I laughed out loud). Another gag I really laughed at was when the Benjamin refused the cup of coffee with eyes in it saying "I can't stand the sight of it". I feel like if there had been a handful more jokes like these sprinkled throughout it would have been a pretty successful comedy. As is, it's a pretty bad movie, but funny in many parts and odd enough to make a place for itself in the annals of weirdo cinema.
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Post by Bad Touch on May 28, 2016 18:03:15 GMT -5
And did Tambor ever have hair?! Yes. There were scenes that scared me for sure. And Debbie's screeching is the reason I have pierced ears.
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Post by Bad Touch on May 29, 2016 11:28:32 GMT -5
I haven't seen Watcher in the Woods, but I know its reputation as the Disney movie that duped kids of that generation into watching what turned out to be a horror film. It's not even that it was horror film really.. it was a mind-f*ck that gave me nightmares. It touched on abduction into parallel dimensions, ritualistic initiations and child sacrifice. I think the inclusion of breaking glass and mirrors is the part that hit my phobia/facination and embedded this movie in my brain. I tried searching for this movie out for years (obviously not good enough if it's got a reputation) using descriptions of scenes that I could still recall. I didn't find it until about 4 or 5 years ago and was able to watch it thanks to some generous person on YouTube who posted their low quality home recording. (That and Mr. Boogedy. YES!) ^ It was this sort of thing that made it unforgettable as a children's movie. The phobia/facination with mirrors goes back to before I can remember apparently. My family (all of them) told me that's where my imaginary friend lived. And not that she looked like me and I had a lazy imagination.. what I described to them was someone completely different. My mom would tell me that I was always reluctant to talk about her (Janie) and would have to be coaxed to give her any info. I remember the mirror, but not Janie. It was some horrible 70's oval mirror with gold filagree that hung on the wall of my room and faced the hallway. I would use it to see who was coming down the hallway to get me out of my crib. So I can remember back that far, but I can't remember Janie. Have you ever had nightmares as a kid. ... scratch that... have you ever had that ONE nightmare as a kid that shook you so hard that you can still see the imagery to this very day? Yup.. mirrors there too. Long story short. A doppleganger of my mother shows up at our house, has a long talk with her out of my earshot, but is speaking sternly and grabbing her wrists. One things leads to another, and the clone pulls my mother into a mirror where she disappears. It was the gold oval mirror.. the one that we threw out years ago. Then I start reading about how it was a Victorian custom to drape the mirrors in black cloth while in mourning and.. .. ugh. Enough of that. I also love that Carlin bit, and pretty much everything he's ever said. I've been a fan ever since my mom let me watch Carlin on Campus when I was five years old (hey, if she didn't want me to repeat the word c*nt she should have been a more responsible parent). My family was always tuned in throughout the 90s whenever he dropped a new special, and in between I caught up on all his earlier stuff. Having said that, I've always preferred his older, more venomous and angry stuff (like that boomer tirade). Anger at society's foibles has always spoken to me, and no one says it better than Carlin. RIP Agreed. 100% Carlin on Campus is such a good show too. Kudos to your mother! My dad got me into Carlin. In fact he bought us tickets to go see him live in Reno which is a cherished memory. Well, except for the part when he comes onto the stage and the first thing out of his mouth was "You know what nobody ever talks about? Pussy farts" I was sitting between my dad and my very sweet, straight laced God fearing step mother. It must have been at least 2001 because I remember stepping out to order a drink before I could sit next to her again. This kind of dabbling (especially among the idle rich) is so interesting to me. The idea that people who don't have to struggle daily to eat and live indulging in the fantastic is a sign of human decadence that I find both repulsive and fascinating. People with that kind of money could just as easily get into philanthropy or fund the arts, but they'd rather use their influence to touch the outer reaches of reality in search of something more. That general desire seen repeated throughout history makes me want to believe that the elite worship Satan or practice Eyes Wide Shut ceremonies for sh*ts and giggles. checkout Martyrs if you haven't already. If you can recommend any reading on the above subject, I'm all ears. Oh don't get me started on that subject. Personally, I wouldn't bat an eye if that was exposed. Look at Bohemian Grove for example. They certainly don't hide it well. I may sound bat-sh*t crazy but read David Icke's 'The Biggest Secret' I know he's got quite a reputation, and much of what he says is dismissed, but if you read it simply for the massive amounts of research he's compiled on the symbolism that the royal bloodlines, the catholic church and the privileged 1% use it's mind blowing. Skip the part about the fact that all power holders in this world are, and always have been shape shifting reptilians from another dimension, and you're golden. I actually attended one of his talks when he came to America on tour (sold out I might add) at the Phoenix Orpheum theater. Pretty interesting mix of people there. Go back and listen to old Coast to Coast AM shows with Art Bell and whenever Ian Punnet would guest host. That got me into the conspiracy theories pretty deep for years. Sadly I can't stay up that late to listen anymore. That and the fact that George Noory (the new host) lobs soft ball questions to their amazing guests.
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Post by Frameous on May 30, 2016 18:11:33 GMT -5
The phobia/facination with mirrors goes back to before I can remember apparently. My family (all of them) told me that's where my imaginary friend lived. And not that she looked like me and I had a lazy imagination.. what I described to them was someone completely different. My mom would tell me that I was always reluctant to talk about her (Janie) and would have to be coaxed to give her any info. I remember the mirror, but not Janie. It was some horrible 70's oval mirror with gold filagree that hung on the wall of my room and faced the hallway. I would use it to see who was coming down the hallway to get me out of my crib. So I can remember back that far, but I can't remember Janie. Have you ever had nightmares as a kid. ... scratch that... have you ever had that ONE nightmare as a kid that shook you so hard that you can still see the imagery to this very day? Yup.. mirrors there too. Long story short. A doppleganger of my mother shows up at our house, has a long talk with her out of my earshot, but is speaking sternly and grabbing her wrists. One things leads to another, and the clone pulls my mother into a mirror where she disappears. It was the gold oval mirror.. the one that we threw out years ago. Then I start reading about how it was a Victorian custom to drape the mirrors in black cloth while in mourning and.. .. ugh. Enough of that. Wow, that is some creepy sh*t right there. I have never found mirrors to be scary, but you are starting to make me think twice. For years I took for granted that everyone has super detailed dreams and nightmares, and the ability to recall them pretty well. Come to find out, some don't recall dreaming ever, others lose most of it once they wake. I can remember dreams I've had since being a kid, and some of the nightmares my mind has produced are etched in permanence. The one you describe sounds worthy of a film. I had an imaginary friend too, named Bill, but I only spoke with him on the telephone. When I was out in public with my mom, I had a habit of picking up any nearby pay phone and talking to him. I also had a little walkie talkie communicator toy I carried around and he would call me on that too. When my mom would ask what I was talking to Bill about, I always said he was back in jail again with some hard luck story. I never got the vibe that he was a ghost, but some of the stuff I've read about kids projecting past lives remembrance onto imaginary friends really chills my blood. My youngest sister used to tell us about her two imaginary friends, a boy and girl twin siblings. When I asked for details about them, she said it was cold where they lived, and then informed me they lived 'in the ground'. Cripes! Oh don't get me started on that subject. Personally, I wouldn't bat an eye if that was exposed. Look at Bohemian Grove for example. They certainly don't hide it well. I may sound bat-sh*t crazy but read David Icke's 'The Biggest Secret' I know he's got quite a reputation, and much of what he says is dismissed, but if you read it simply for the massive amounts of research he's compiled on the symbolism that the royal bloodlines, the catholic church and the privileged 1% use it's mind blowing. Skip the part about the fact that all power holders in this world are, and always have been shape shifting reptilians from another dimension, and you're golden. I actually attended one of his talks when he came to America on tour (sold out I might add) at the Phoenix Orpheum theater. Pretty interesting mix of people there. Go back and listen to old Coast to Coast AM shows with Art Bell and whenever Ian Punnet would guest host. That got me into the conspiracy theories pretty deep for years. Sadly I can't stay up that late to listen anymore. That and the fact that George Noory (the new host) lobs soft ball questions to their amazing guests. Oh, I've been temped to go down that rabbit hole many times, but that reptilian stuff is just a little too far for me. Maybe I will take your advice and go for it. I enjoy entertaining the possibility of conspiracy theories, as half the time the evidence is interesting to even plausible, and anything else too wacky just makes me laugh and fascinates me with the lengths that the human mind strives to in order to understand a world that is enigmatic, chaotic, and downright unfair. I've heard about the Bohemian Grove, and once even saw some hidden camera footage some guy took of some of their cavorting. I've never listened to Coast to Coast but know its reputation, and have listened to some odds and ends on YouTube. But all that stuff about the appropriation of symbols...yeah I've got to read that. I am way into that.
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Post by Bad Touch on Jun 3, 2016 20:20:41 GMT -5
Please don't take offense, but I immediately thought of you
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Post by Frameous on Jun 4, 2016 14:53:29 GMT -5
That's excellent. He's much better than some of the people that I have listened to in my limited sampling. And I'm not at all offended, this has me written all over it What I'm still unclear is, do you watch and listen, or listen with your eyes closed?
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Post by Crowfan on Jun 4, 2016 15:01:20 GMT -5
You watch and listen.
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Post by Bad Touch on Jun 4, 2016 15:21:17 GMT -5
There's a rash of parody ASMR videos circulating YouTube which is hilarious. ^ That's the first one I watched.
As far as the genuine ASMRs go, listening alone is nice, but there's an extra potency if you watch where the sounds are coming from. My predilection for the visual element got stronger, but mostly I'll just listen while drawing. It's a stimulating combo.
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Post by Frameous on Jun 6, 2016 21:43:52 GMT -5
Wow,I'd heard about that microphone but this video really does it justice. The sounds it produces when she rubs on the lobes are so authentic and lifelike. I feel like this would be the kind you could really enjoy in a dark room, with your eyes closed.
So that previous one was a parody? I really did enjoy the sounds, and I liked the guys whole approach to it. But I'm a sick puppy like that.
Oh, and you draw?
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Post by Bad Touch on Jun 6, 2016 21:53:05 GMT -5
Yes! Those mics they buy are pricey but make a world of difference. I only hope you did it justice with a good set of headphones. I'm currently rocking a pair of Marshall's that make you melt. Yes.. I've always drawn. Years ago, I put pictures of my tattoo work in Crow's Art. Sadly, Kevin, my brother in law and living sketch pad passed away three years ago. Not to get too dark here, but he was cremated and I cursed him for the hours of ink that got burned to a crisp. (He would have laughed.. believe me) I sold my kit after he died. P.S. Don't judge my work based on what you see there... that was a handful of years ago and I'd like to think I've improved. It might be better that it's incinerated. (Swear to God.. Kevin's laughing right now) [edit: Link fixed]
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Post by Frameous on Jun 7, 2016 17:41:52 GMT -5
Excellent stuff! I saw another thread in there of your artwork, but all the pics were dead. I truly admire anyone who can really draw. I've dabbled all my life, but can't really get past the doodle stage. I never really progressed into the third dimension, dashing my hopes to be a comic book artist at age 12. I hope you continue to express yourself, and the ability to tattoo with skill is so freaking cool!
And I hear you about your brother in law. I understand that all the work you did on him/for him passing on compounding the loss. I also admire you for honoring his spirit and having a sense of humor about it even after he's gone. That's what I insist, but my family can make no promises. I don't want a weepy funeral, but a kick ass party where everyone tells stories and laughs like jackals.
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Post by Frameous on Jun 7, 2016 17:49:16 GMT -5
Back to movies, I just watched Frank the other day on Netflix and it's pretty high on the bizarre/funny scale. A group of oddball artists are lead by a singer with mental problems who refuses to take of his enormous plaster cartoon head. The new keyboard player tries to push them into a more conventional direction and things unravel along the pursuit of success. I really liked the humor, and the music was kind of impressive. It's a combination of garage rock bass and drums, with screechy theremin and keys free forming over Frank's incredibly strange and humorous lyrics. Here's a sample, in lieu of a trailer:
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Post by Bad Touch on Jun 7, 2016 18:28:58 GMT -5
Reminds me of something you'd see on Noel Fielding's Luxury Comedy Interesting music, bizarre concept... this looks to be worth a watch. [EDIT FOR P.S.] P.S. - FOUND IT!
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Post by Bad Touch on Jun 11, 2016 15:07:06 GMT -5
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Post by Frameous on Jun 13, 2016 20:16:11 GMT -5
Wow, I don't know what I liked more. His usual hilarious take on the open sewer that is internet comments, or the fact that I now know about Mark Dice's insanity. I might just have to check out his channel for sh*ts and giggles. I love hearing kooks like him spread that kind of stuff around. Not that I don't believe in the possibilities that some theories have credence, but he appears to be the kind of off the deep end, Tin Foil hat wearing fruitcake that undermines the very idea.
Speaking of the hilariously odd, I just listened to an NPR interview with Maria Bamford and I forgot how much I like her. She always struck me as very odd, and in the interview she was very open about her struggles with being bi polar and having an constant stream of inappropriate and intrusive thoughts. She funnels this into her comedy quite well, and her skill for doing creepy and painfully authentic character voices borders on the uncanny.
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