Hoop-tober Film #32: Spain, 1970s, Psychotic Women
You only glimpse it for a moment, but one of the women in this movie has been greatly disfigured such that her middle 3 fingers are missing on one hand, molding that hand into a permanent shaka. I'm perfectly comfortable with any bodily distinctions, but that inescapability of hanging loose made me shudder.
Hoop-tober Film #31: Tobe Hooper, 1970s, Stephen King
At 3 hours, this movie takes. it’s. time. But whenever it has creepy kids floating in smoky windows, or any vampire action, it’s pretty great. I was a little upset at the very end when I felt the main guy could’ve afforded at least a few minutes to look for his girlfriend (Bonnie Bedelia), before doing what he does. What a dick. She's definitely better off with John McClane.
I saw this as a cynical, shitty teenager, and hated it. Even before revisiting it, I was deeply ashamed of this fact because I knew in my heart I was wrong. I am proud of how much I have matured in the last 17 years as a viewer of cinema, and that I can now recognize Face/Off as one of the greatest films of all time.
Hoop-tober Film #29: Italy/France/Hungary, 1990s, Psychotic Women
Warm-hot 90s erotic thriller from Deodato. Like Basic Instinct with 3 Sharon Stones, sisters who live and hate together. A corpse is supposedly found in their washing machine, and a cop tries to investigate, but is mostly just toyed with by the women. This includes the nuttiest museum seduction since Body Double (here, they play a fun game of 'how long can we make out before we're touched by a blind person?') The…