Sunday, November 23, 2008

Re-Animator, (1985), Stuart Gordon.

There's a special list of movies that my significant other has made particular judgments about. This either ends in us shutting off the DVD player, or him exiting stage left with the comment, "I'll let you finish this one." These aren't really "movies he made me turn off" because obviously I have the power to control a remote, but kind of an endearing list of intolerance for crap. I'd just like to point out that this is a guy who happily watched all of Gymkata.

Here's the first: Re-Animator.

Final comment, "I'll leave you with your sci-fi." Well, I suppose there's an element of sci-fi, but it's more an 1980s ripoff of the HP Lovecraft short story, which was a 1922 ripoff of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Not a bad low-budget production, but definitely conjured up the disturbing memory of being a little kid in the video store and seeing, at eye-level, the video cover art of a bunch of idiots whitewater rafting in a giant yellow raft with tits.



Not the movie I watched, but similar.

Result (for Re-Animator, not - shiver - Up the Creek): Finished this one, it was kinda cute. Yes, there's tits, but it was the 80s. I think the only movie I have ever seen where every character is covered in blood.

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