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May 15, 2017

Movie Review: Interiors (1978)

Directed by Woody Allen                                              

Movie Review by Greg Goodsell

Mama Eve (Geraldine Page) is an elegant, highly vaunted interior decorator who proves to be a handful for her husband Arthur (E. G. Marshall) and three adult daughters Renata (Diane Keaton), Flyn (Kristin Griffith) and Joey (Mary Beth Hurt). Maintaining an icy façade, Eve is overbearing, manipulative and controlling. One of her chief activities is staging elaborate suicide attempts in which she knows she will be rescued at the nick of time. It comes a no surprise that papa shortly declares at the dinner table that he will be leaving Eve for a trial separation. While the delusional Eve pines for reconciliation, dad shortly arrives at the family’s seaside home with his fiancée Pearl (Maureen Stapleton). The clash is immediate from the get-go; whereas the other characters dress in limpid grays, whites and browns, Pearl is first introduced in a blood-red dress (future superstar director Joel Schumacher served as the costume designer for this film, and Woody Allen gave him a prominent credit at the beginning of the film – and for good reason.) The sassy, brassy and outspoken Pearl grates upon the clan’s nerves. As Julie Kirgo points out on in the liner notes to this Twilight Time release – 3,000 copies, snap them up quick), while it is never made evident, Pearl is implied to be Jewish, and anti-Semitic sentiment seems to bubble just beneath the surface. Eve faces the fact that she and her husband will never be reunited and high tragedy ensues – but in a surprise twist, Pearl grants life to one of the daughters in the manner of the real-life Eve.

May 11, 2017

Cinema Head Cheese: Podshort! - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (Marvel Studios, 2017)

Kevin, Masked Blogster, Mini Mandy, Liger, and Frankie G. discuss the long-awaited sequel for Marvel's most fun group of misfits.

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May 6, 2017

Movie Review: Slaughterhouse (1987, Vinegar Syndrome)

Written and Directed by Rick Roessler


Movie Review by Greg Goodsell

Poor Lester Bacon (Don Barrett) has run his slaughterhouse the old school-way for 30 years and can’t catch a break. The people in his Podunk town and forcing him off his property, leaving him and his imbecilic son Buddy (Joe B. Barton) without a home or livelihood. Finding his son has a propensity for violence, Lester guides him to dispose of their adversaries – along with some bone-headed teenagers with little else to do than wear silly masks while hanging out at their decrepit abattoir. Lots of people get killed.

Slaughterhouse has a bit more on the ball than other late-to-the-party slashers, but that’s not saying much. The gory murders are all listlessly presented, and attempts to pad out the minimal story fall flat. Boasting better than average cinematography and attention to technical details, Slaughterhouse’s chief flaw lies in its antagonists. Barrett’s character is first introduced sympathetically, the small businessman being ground under by big government and regulations – the film lays on the theme of the plight of the everyman very thickly -- and then immediately turns around and makes him a slobbering monster. Barrett gets lots of juicy dialogue and he’s more than up to the task of delivering windy soliloquies, leaving victims to perish from boredom before they break out the butcher knives. Barton, as the sweaty, filthy Buddy is far too cherubic and jolly to be threatening. It’s nigh impossible to render him an iconic boogeyman being shown scenes of him cuddling with the family pigs. Slaughterhouse does earn points for daring to show real-time slaughterhouse operations in its opening credits to the accompaniment of jaunty music – not even the most fearless indie horror filmmaker would try that today. However, this former video store favorite is far more notorious for a barn dance scene with the aforementioned stupid teens dancing to very bad New Wave music – used to good effect on this Vinegar Syndrome release on various chapter stops.

May 3, 2017

Cinema Head Cheese: Podshort! - Dear White People (Netflix, 2017)

Kevin Moyers tells you to calm the fuck down and actually watch Netflix's new original show before pissing and moaning about the title.

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May 1, 2017

Movie Review: House on Straw Hill (1975)

Oh, Udo Kier, you magnificent man who can pull us all into your films with your charisma alone. Because gods know you’re not that great of an actor and the movies you work on kinda suck…except for Ace Ventura and Johnny Mnemonic.
To hell with you all! Those were awesome movies!


House on Straw Hill is the story of Paul, a temperamental writer (who isn’t, amiwrite - see what I did there?) who sequesters himself in a country cottage to work on his next novel. His first, and only so far, was such a phenomenal success that he’ll have to work extra hard to pull it off again. He hires a typist, Linda, because he believes he can get his work done faster if he doesn't have to worry about the physical labor of the creative process and just be all brilliant and angsty and shit.

What he doesn’t realize is that Linda is fucking crazy and has only taken the job so she can exact her revenge on Paul for a MAJOR wrong doing he’s committed against someone she loves. And anyone who gets in the way? She becomes like a human steam roller and crushes any obstacle.