A real American.
Where to begin? Well, first off the cast is something to die for (I'm sorry, the Cryptkeeper got to me with his horrible puns). You have Death himself, William Sadler, The Phantom and the best part of Titanic Billy Zane, CCH Pounder or how most people know her now as Claudette from one of the greatest cop shows ever to be produced The Shield, Roger Corman and Joe Dante's favorite guy Dick Miller, The Sandman Thomas Haden Church (in those Wings hairstyle days), Will Smith's better half Jada Pinkett and last but not least you have one Roger Rabbit himself, Charles Fleischer. A great ensemble cast to start off the proceedings and what occurs during this film is a fun ride from beginning to end.
Look at that poster. Classy.
The movie of course starts off with a little car chase between Mr. Sadler and Mr. Zane while Filter's Hey Man! Nice Shot! is blasting, therefore cementing this movie in the 90's forever (don't get me wrong, I love the song. But what ever happened to Robert Patrick's brother's band anyway?). Of course some crazy stuff happens and their cars crash and somehow both have survived, still chasing one another for something sinister. Sadler gets away and meets up with Dick Miller's drunkard character, who tells him of this place he can stay for the night, which used to be a church but people around these parts stopped believing.
But they'll have to start believing tonight.
This film is lovingly redone in some ways by one of my favorite gore fests in the last 5 years Feast. Not that it's copied it, but I'm all for the similar group of people who don't all get along and have some secrets themselves that are being attacked on all sides by sinister forces. One of my favorite genres in horror, not really done enough.
Jada wonders if William will do his Death impression.
I'm not going to go into detail because everyone who likes a good time should check it out with some sort of blindfold on. Even if you have seen it like I did many years ago when Tales from the Crypt still aired on Fox late nights, you should go watch it again and notice the performances within it, especially Billy Zane. This movie really makes me miss the poor guy, who's been relegated to doing straight to video shitfests, so it's no wonder when you see him in this film hamming it up as The Collector, a tear will come to your eye at the brilliance of Mr. Zane. I always said he would have been a perfect Destro of G.I. Joe fame.
The demons look pretty convincing, a head gets punched in and then torn off with such ease (and ends with a great gag of 'Head's up!'), and arm gets cleanly ripped off, Roger Rabbit gets his dick and insides ripped out (sadly you don't see it but it's implied impeccably) and lots of head explosions, hearts being crushed and a demon kid explodes into a million pieces with all that's left of him being his high top sneaker. That brings back fond memories of every film that a child gets killed viciously in a horror film. For some reason in horror films it tends to be funny. Can't explain it. Felt bad for the kid in Ransom being tortured and then peeing when he hears Gary Sinise's voice but when the 3 kids going to Mecca in Pitch Black get torn to shreds, I applauded.
Yes, I'm demented. I can't help that.
So to the millions of fans of this blog, go check Demon Knight out. Makes me want to check out the Dennis Miller starring role in Bordello of Blood, but only slightly and because of the Corey Feldman interview showcasing of how much of a dick Mr. Miller was on the set. Makes sense that he's a republican maniac now.
Next time I'll be delving into the world of Netflix again, but it will be a surprise to even myself as to what I'll watch. Could be anything. You never know where the dice will land.
Til next time, the 360 is off.
1 comments:
I love this music sooo much.
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