Synopsis
A musical horror story about two young women who are stalked through a shopping mall by the cannibal named Arthur. He follows them home, and here the victims become the aggressors.
1983 Directed by Cecelia Condit
A musical horror story about two young women who are stalked through a shopping mall by the cannibal named Arthur. He follows them home, and here the victims become the aggressors.
I bite at the hand that feeds me
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Slap at the face that eats me
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One of my favourite things since I joined Letterboxd has been the occasional 'craze' you get for total oddities and obscurities that suddenly populate your timeline.
It's even better when you watch it yourself and it turns out to be absolutely great. I watched this at 1am in the morning after I was reminded about it by another mention of it popping up on my timeline. Depending on how you look at it, that's either the absolute best or absolute worst time to watch Possibly In Michigan.
I did a bit of research about this film, and there really isn't all that much around about it. It's so little known it doesn't even have an IMDb entry. Directed by avant…
I thought for a moment this might be some [adult swim] infomercial, but as it played on, I realized that, no, that while it shares the infomercial sense of humor in some ways, it was much smarter, though equally disturbing. Defiant, avant garde, intentionally awkward in rhyme and song, and brutal.
"He felt that from the moment he kissed her, he would become the man she would want him to be."
'Possibly In Michigan' best new wave comic operetta about using mall perfume as a bio-charged pheromone to lure violent, stalkerish men to their deaths, bitten and consumed. This is a movie all about consumption, retail and personal. Going to the mall in 1983 totally felt just like this. The infra-light yoplait spill-halo is probably my favorite shot, although there are so many of them. That there was not a large-scale stage production of this, although it truly deserves one, only adds to the short/sharp/shock aesthetic of angular brevity. So so def.
up there with asparagus (1979) as one of my personal favorite shorts of all time. though it’s coated in the candy-colored commercial gleam of the 80s, possibly in michigan pins down that specific, acidic repulsion that constantly simmers inside survivors. timely then, timely now. watch here!