NYN wrote:Consider, if you will, THE DEAD ZONE. That's a Cronenberg. Granted, not pure in mindblow, yet nontheless.
Another one!
And how'd I forget, wth
DEM SWEET BUBBEHS Bit unfortunate in-context, with the lovely lass in question soon dispatched, but stepping back from the camera -
god damn. I wrecked my parents' VCR as I blew my fuckin load to her BITD!
I have no shame saying it - in fact, I'm ashamed of you lot if you object!
Actually, this could be a good
WRONG'UN DETECTOR. If your first reaction to that magnificent sight, as a man, is "knife?" I'm first in line to kick the footstool out from under your thrashing, pissing, soon-to-be carcass, boy.
DON'T WASTE GOOD BOOBS
Even with the face-flaying stovetop blaze of preteen libido having matured, to a more discerning backyard BBQ with the yuppie neighbours, I must still pay my compliments to the lady in question! I hope she's doing ok - though I have no interest in seeing her! As to the surrounding picture - I must admit, beyond dem bouncin' bubs, I can only remember the general premise... the Walkeny Walkening... and the sombre
"OH HELL NO WHAT A SHAME / STILL GOOD JOB BRO" climax. Stlll, would most certainly not object, were it to pop up on a movie night!
Speaking of amazing racks:
Funny how the ones that hold up are the ones that are a bank in direction anyway. Cronenberg, Kubrick, De Palma, Romero, Carpenter, Hooper, Reiner.
Holy fuck, when you line 'em up like that - what a slate of gems! A killer team - again, legendary men return!
It hit me finally, why we had that daft "SK ADAPATIONS ALWAYS SUXXXOR" sentiment in the 90s. With the notable exception of
TEH SHINE, these are mostly smaller-scale, cultier, "B" budget affairs; non-blockbusting / Oscar-bothering.
But we are not a place concerned with the mainstream and its decadence.
All we need is a place, time, and 100jpy to bust your soft-as-shite blocks, boyo.
So yeah, makes sense the picture's considerably rosier, if you care more about quality than prestige.
It's more "SK adaptations never get the big nods" and... yeah? Why would they? The guy's work is culty by nature, with the occasional mainstream darling. Go watch IT and STFU. I won't, though! Looks shite tbh, and I can't forget the paedo-riffic preteen gang-bang. It's not so much the bang, itself, as King's moronic justification for it.
"WELL U SEE KIDS GETTIN KILT TOO!" Yeah, it's horrifying! You're a horror writer!
"SO WHY NOT SEE EM FUCKIN?!" That's child porn! You're a child pornographer!
(I don't think he is, or care that much - as said, I just think the story's a bit shite - it's just the sort of
"You what m8?" behaviour that makes me keep ol' Steve at arm's length. see also the dumbass self-insert AMB mentioned, oof! what a weirdo. old hardcore drugheads, they tend to get like that, I've found. booze is a drug too!)
Anyway, never saw The 'Lot. Read the novel and liked it enough. There is a new movie coming. I hear the Hooper one was made for TV. Does it show terribly?
I have to admit, it's been a few years, but I recall being very suitably entertained. A major distinction between novel and film, IIRC, is the WAMPYR LORD; a darkly suave Dracula on page, a feral Nosferatu on screen. The latter fiend is memorably hideous and unnerving - I thought the trade worked out fine. As with Dead Zone, I'd happily recommend/watch, with only the mildest caveat due to time elapsed since last visit. James Mason was great in it, I know that much (was recently browsing some clips of him, included this picture).
Speaking of the novel, and my fapping youth! I remember my nan had this big ol' SK anthology, containing (IIRC) Cujo, Carrie and Teh Lot. Only, all the profanity was bowdlerised out, with a "____" Being a young noob, I initially thought the repeated idiom "You don't shit where you eat" was instead "You don't... where you eat" and was a bit confused. But ALSO being reasonably astute for a greasy little varmint with a perpetually angry chub, I soon realised what game was afoot - and in an act of vandalism I sincerely regret (having become a collector of Old Paper in my adulthood), I diligently filled in each blank with ballpoint pen, forever defacing the august paperstock.
I don't recall if I've ever told me nan, not that she'd have done anything but laugh, being a salty old bird who once walked in on me fapping, and also survived her house getting blown up by Nazis!