Still slaps as hard all these years later. The absolute tonal shift from the Wizard of Oz gave me whiplash as a child. One more to add to the repertoire that explains why I am like I am.
Mombi is terrifying, the Nome King is camp, Fairuza Bulk is that bitch, and when Catherine Martell isn’t running the Packard Sawmill she’s Aunt Em apparently.
Honestly I was just on the lookout for some good smut but the noir and minimal filmmaking and TENSION hooked me. Inspired.
My first gay frienationship (we were the only two out gay guys in our small town high school) was luckily with another weirdo. Along with early Peter Jackson films, he introduced me to these later (at the time) Romero films. It was a fruitful relationship.
Weird to experience an “old” piece of media, feeling quite late to the game, then one day wake up and realize more time has passed between your first experience of it and the present, vs from the time it was released up till your first experience. Absolutely devastating doesn’t quite cover it, though it comes close.
Great movie though. Killer score.
