Now that I’ve washed my hands of “Full Moon Fever” last month, it’s time to move forward with B-Movie Enema.
For this month, I had to wonder what it was I would do for movies. Seems like January had a series of movies that had bad things happen to good girls. February was dedicated to Charles Band and his Full Moon Features. I know April will be Phoebe Cates Month.
Oh… Spoiler Alert! April is Phoebe Cates Month.
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Mercifully, Full Moon Fever February is coming to an end.
All month, I had to deal with Charles Band. I thought we started nicely with Puppet Master. Then things went downhill with The Gingerdead Man and Killer Eye: Halloween Haunt. So I spent my birth month begging for sweet release from this cursed existence. Thank fuck it’s here…
In the form of Tim Thomerson…
As Jack Deth.
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Well, because the sweet embrace of death didn’t come to pass last week, I guess I have to continue Full Moon Fever. At least there’s a chick in her bra and panties on the cover of this week’s movie!
Er… I mean. That had zero bearing on me choosing this movie – Killer Eye: Halloween Haunt. No, that was the $2.95 price tag at the local Dollar General.
And the promise of tits. Lots and lots of tits.
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Shit.
Shit.
Motherfucker.
Goddammit.
Shit.
Monkey dick.
Motherdammit.
Godshitting monkeyfucker nutdick.
Full Moon Fever continues. Last week, I had a good time watching the cult classic Puppet Master. I felt like I really got to see something good for the first time in 2017. But I just couldn’t stop there, could I?
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It’s February, and that can mean only one thing… It’s Full Moon Fever, bitches!
That’s right, for the month of February, B-Movie Enema is getting the Full Moon treatment – which is probably going to be about the same as being perpetually mooned by some fat asshole. But why would that be? What’s with “Full Moon Fever”, anyway? Am I going to be spending a month talking about the marvelous pieces of filmed art that were the videos shot for Tom Petty’s first solo album, Full Moon Fever?
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Just because it seems as though I haven’t had enough of the whole “likable female lead gets killed” theme so far for 2017…
Oh shit, spoilers: Kristy Swanson plays a completely, totally likable character and gets straight murdered in this movie.
Anyway, like I was saying, this week, we jump right into one of the strangest movies I’ve seen in a while. Okay, that’s a massive fucking lie. Mystics in Bali was one of the most bonkers things I may have ever seen ever. Again, let me get back on track here – this week’s feature, Deadly Friend, is strange not because of how the movie itself plays out or how completely, totally 80s it is, but in how it is a terribly awkward follow-up for Wes Craven after his A Nightmare on Elm Street revitalized the horror genre in the middle of the decade.
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Alright, guys… I need to redeem 2017 in a hurry. Let’s see if enlisting the power of 1980s hair metal rock and roll can get us back on track.
No, really, I mean it. I kinda feel after a particularly strong showing during Alyssa Milano month in December, I have done nothing but stumble out of the gate here in January. So, Black Roses, it’s up to you to save my blog.
1980s horror had a few things going for it. First, it had slashers. Second, it could always fall back on the old, tried and true supernatural. Third, there was an onslaught of new rock and roll bands that stood in direct opposition to the resurgence of Evangelical Christianity of the time. Finally, there was the VHS boom that meant more and more movies could be made cheaply to cash in on those kids who just wanted something easy to watch.
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Okay, maybe I overreached last week. Mystics in Bali… Really? Why did I pick a movie that was utterly nonsensical to the point of absurdity and something hardly anyone has seen?
Oh yeah, the floating head that sucked babies out of vaginas.
Let’s get back to something a little safer and a lot more fun. After all, what’s better than a slasher film for Friday the 13th? I will say, typing that felt weird. It’s like maybe I should be talking about something else. Hmmm. Oh I dunno, I’m sure whatever that nagging sensation I’m feeling is just a buncha hooey.
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