My cousin from Chicago played this film for me when I was 6 years old. I blame that viewing for all my weird subsequent fixations and fascinations, so big thanks to cousin Kenny for setting me on the righteous path of the gorehound with his benevolent negligence.
Halloween III: Season of the Witch is the 2nd best Halloween movie and it’s not even close. It’s nonsensical and languorously paced and the acting is weird and I love it with a protective fierceness you should probably only reserve for family members or pets. I met Tom Atkins once. Absolute charmer.
Despite this being a pretty terrible film, I have a lot of affection for both it, and this sketch, as it was the first episode of our podcast we ever recorded. Two overeager and audibly nervous dudes wittering on at excruciating length in to microphones a few hundred miles apart about a film most people have rightly forgotten. We may not have gotten better at it, but we’ve certainly gotten shorter, and that’ll certainly do for me! Kenneth Branagh’s egotistical shirtless goo-thrashing scene remains a total high point. De Niro’s thesping, while incongruous, is also pretty badass when he’s allowed off the leash to go full ham and cheese.
You’re MOTORING! What’s your price for flight? I absolutely adore Paul Thomas Anderson’s monumental sophomore feature Boogie Nights, applying a sardonic and hyperactive Scorsese-meets-Altman panorama of kinetic camera work and needle drops atop magnetic turns by a phenomenal ensemble. Anchoring the whole thing admirably is one-time punchline and erstwhile Bandit Burt Reynolds, oozing charm and sleaze in a package of paternal exploitation. One of my absolute favourite genres is ‘band of misfits get together to make a thing’, and this film is one of the absolute best examples of this, while being so much more.