Not for me. A whole bunch of hysterical setup, like 5 minutes in the haunted house, & the rest turns into Inherit the fucking Wind.
Also his name is not even Mr. Chicken.
Cf. Arsenic & Old Lace
Not for me. A whole bunch of hysterical setup, like 5 minutes in the haunted house, & the rest turns into Inherit the fucking Wind.
Also his name is not even Mr. Chicken.
Cf. Arsenic & Old Lace
One of the producers is named Les Weldon & yes, compared to the '80s Conans, this was definitely les weldon.
Cf. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (i.e. movies ostensibly made for adults that are obviously aimed squarely at 13 year-old boys & literally no one else)
The film that opened my eyes to Tobe Hooper's brilliance was neither The Texas Chain Saw Massacre nor Poltergeist (though I had previously seen both) but rather Toolbox Murders. I was 18 years old, living with my parents and unemployed, having withdrawn from college after a disastrous first semester. It was the beginning of a four-year spiral of depression, isolation and substance abuse: the darkest period of my life thus far.
I rented Toolbox Murders from my local Hollywood Video…
Apparently this hasn't been seen/reviewed by anybody in my letterboxd circle yet, and I know it's gonna get a bunch of Oscars and shit so let me be the first to say FUCK THIS MOVIE.
It's nothing but a naive white perspective on African American trauma that views white pain with compassion and black pain as spectacle, dressed up with a bunch of flashy film-bro stylistics and superficial "whoa Tarkovsky" masturbatory references, all to disguise the fundamental problem that this…