just a little reminder... if you have absolutely nothing going on in your life besides social networking and you feel like hauling your sorry ass off the yoga ball and deep into kitsilano on friday evening, DUFFY AND THE DOUBTERS will be playing a FREE SHOW inside the cavernous depths of ZULU RECORDS at about 7:30 or 8:00 for the pure annoyance of any staff members who may have the misfortune of being at work at that time. chances are they'll be the only ones there anyway. who knows, maybe we'll kick over a cd shelf or throw a sufjan stevens display through a window or take a shit on a copy of the wire magazine... JUST KIDDING! it's gonna be fun, so you should come...
1983??? this fucking thing looks more like 1963. of all the hundreds of shitty, good/bad/hilarious horror movies i've seen, this is hands down THE WORST. completely incomprehensible. if you've ever seen a movie like herschell gordon lewis' BLOOD FEAST or ed wood's PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, you are familiar with the aesthetic of ultra low-budget horror so inept that it actually transcends itself and becomes something more like art, or at least something enjoyable in a way that the filmmaker never intended. well, A NIGHT TO DISMEMBER is so totally BEYOND even that. that being said, the "film" works in a weird way, possessing a sort of nightmare logic that manages to be deeply unsettling (when it's not being completely hilarious). if this movie was intended as art, and i HIGHLY doubt that it was, it's somewhere in the same freudian neighborhood of luis bunuel's UN CHIEN ANDALOU or alejandro jodorowsky's HOLY MOUNTAIN or SANTA SANGRE (albeit a MUCH shittier, run down section of that freudian neighborhood full of freudian crack houses and freudian meth labs). plot? who fucking knows? the entire thing is dubbed and narrated, seemingly with no regard for what's taking place on screen. and what IS taking place on screen? it's hard to say, it's THAT disjointed. even the above trailer seems to be referring to another film half the time. all i can say is that in the stoned comfort of my living room i felt as if i was watching something that was never meant to be seen by human eyes, something from the reeking bowels of hell itself. in some ways this movie reminded me of david lynch's INLAND EMPIRE, haunting, seemingly nonsensical, constantly turning back in on itself like... a nightmare. there were moments where it almost felt like the pirate television broadcast in david cronenberg's VIDEODROME, like the mere act of watching it was having some unknown transformative effect on my brain. of course, it could have just been the weed. in any case, if you have any interest in watching terrible movies (for whatever reason), you should probably just stick to something like TROLL 2. this movie is too dangerous.
if you live in victoria, DUFFY AND THE DOUBTERS will be playing a show at the fifty-fifty gallery this saturday! we are playing with BANKROBBER and THE DYEING MERCHANTS. should be fun, so come on out and boogie!
ok, i watched this movie last night and i can safely say that i've never seen anything even remotely like it before in my life. the most a.d.d., insane, psychedelic, fucked up shit EVER! literally a 10 year old japanese girl's idea of horror movie (watch the special features). although not traditionally scary in any way, this shit was so trippy that i actually had feverish pseudo-nightmares about it all night! and i know i'm always going on about how "amazing" all these shitty horror movies are, but seriously, AMAZING!
this is hands down one of the best movies i've ever seen. haunting, surreal, dream-like, mysterious and beautiful, yet none of these words really describe it or the effect it had on me. i woke up on the couch at 6am this morning not sure if i'd actually seen the movie or just dreamed it. truly a masterpiece, no shit.
anybody else remember this song/video from the golden age of much music (steve anthony, erica ehm et al)? i have no idea what the song is about, but it's called "the chinese" and she's made up to look asian for half the video (is there a name for that? besides racist). i guess 1988 was a simpler time. anyway, i've realized that this song has never truly left me since then, i'd say at least once a day for the last 22 years i've had the words "ecoute moi!" pass through my mind in a pouty quebecois accent...
