IamJacksUserID wrote:
Things I Learned at the Marathon:
7. If you... are thinking... of getting... into a relationship... DON'T!
...because EVERYBODY DIES.
Yeah, it seems like every year of this event has held a secret theme that Bruce and I don't see staring us in the face until late in the game. About a week ago, I realized that Doomed Love Affairs would be the name of the game this time around.
A few other notes:
*Apologies for the lack of certificates. It wasn't until the beginning of AMERICAN WEREWOLF that Bruce and I realized that both of us thought that the other one had taken care of this. We're efforting to rectify this situation, possibly with something for next year (next year? NEXT YEAR?!?!? AGHHHH!!! TOO SOON! TOO SOON!)
*I'll readily admit to programming more gonzo and borderline horror titles this year. Not something I might pursue every year, but when the right films are available (or the best options)....And speaking of gonzo:
*This was my first screening of POSSESSION, and boy howdy, did I cotton to it's schizophrenic charms. Granted, Zulawski's films are not for everyone, but if you can accept his wildly mercurial tone, they're like nothing you've ever seen. I can't wait to watch it again when Mondo Vision re-releases it on DVD. And a word of advocacy again on the part of Mondo Vision: their line of Zulawski limited DVDs is a thing of beauty, well worth pursuing for the sumptuous packaging and ace remastering.
*I'm not sure that KILL LIST would be KILL LIST if it had a definite ending.
This is a cool recent look at the possible meaning of the film, one which I'm inclined to agree with. It reminds the reader that while KILL LIST deals in matters most phantasmagorical, it's also about very relevant real life horrors. Hence my relied that we didn't program the KILL LIST/SERBIAN FILM double dip last year.
*Although I had seen it many times on cable as a child, this was my first pass through SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES in quite awhile, and possibly my first in a theatrical setting. Some childhood filmic experiences fade with age, but this one still holds up, perhaps even moreso now that I'm firmly ensconced in my adult years. You see, my parents had me at 40, so like Will, I grew up with a father who was notably older than that of my friends.
Not that my dad was exactly like Jason Robards; it should come as no surprise to those of you who know me that dad was a feisty, iconoclastic, often combative man until near the end of his life. But I know that as I aged into my teenage years, he sometimes worried that he didn't know how to connect with me. And he also spent a decent part of his post-50 years feeling a sense of guilt for being absent through some of our childhoods (to support my brother, three sisters and I, he often had to work out of town most of the week, a schedule that only abated once I was around ten or so.) In the last ten years of his life, I really got to know him as a complex, admirable person, someone who greatly influenced who I am today. But for all of the aforementioned reasons, I really connected emotionally with Jason Robards and his emotional journey. And hey, Jonathan Pryce is still wicked awesome as Mr. Dark (that defiant strut he enters as he leads the parade away in a funeral march from Charles elicited one of my favorite crowd responses of the event.)
*20 minutes of biker hijinks + 20 minutes of Satanic ceremony + 40 more minutes of biker hijinks + gratuitous footage of guys rolling on ground + slo-mo footage of biker rolling down sand dune + minimal werewolf footage + empty, lonely, wrecked motorcycle = WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS. Results and satisfaction may vary.