Debbie Rochon is always such a stunning presence, but as a slasher, this really drags -- love the mask, though.
Caught this poetic eruption last night at the theater. I think my guts are still trembling from the rush of drone-metal psychedelia infused with (soaked in) the lush hypnotism of 1983. Director Panos Cosmatos brazenly wields his vision of love lost and stabs your eyes with a mammoth chainsaw in the hand of a blood-soaked man on the warpath of vengeance. I could go back into this world.... Spirit Mountain... what lies to the North. The CB transmissions. An old…