Before plugging next week’s reviews, I’d like to remind everyone that there are only 3 days remaining to vote in the 366 Weird Movies 2nd Reader’s Choice Poll. Currently Trash Humpers has a four vote lead in group A, with Adaptation, Rubber and Dead Leaves in striking distance; Pink Floyd: The Wall has opened a six vote lead over Jan Svankmajer’s Faust in Group B; and the “rescue” category pits one of the best movies of all time against one of the worst in its The Tree of Life vs. They Saved Hitler’s Brain showdown.
There’s still plenty of time to enter our 4th review writing contest. As of right now if you submit any review at all you’ll be the clear frontrunner…
On to next week’s slate of reviews: you can take our advice on tracking down the Norwegian horror mockumentary Trollhunter (2010); we’ll discuss whether Enki Bilal’s adaptation of his own graphic novel about the Egyptian god Horus looking to get laid in Manhattan in 2095, Immortal: Ad Vitam (2004), should earn him everlasting fame; we’ll wonder whether Black Moon (1975), Louis Malle’s utterly surreal tale of breastfeeding and unicorns, is the work of a lunatic; and to close the week, we’ll write on The Saragossa Manuscript (1965).
There was a minor theme in our search for the weirdest search term used to locate the site last week: misspelled movie titles. We appreciated the oddness of searches for “fanny games haneke 89 video” and “the wisker man (1973 uk) sex videos” (though we would think “fanny games” would be more likely to be the UK sex video). We’re going to go in another direction for our weirdest search term of the week, though, and nominate this searcher’s weird (if sage) advice: “avoid trash wine.”
The reader-suggested review queue continues to grow faster than we can review titles. Here’s how it stands now: Immortal (Ad Vitam) (next week!); Perfume: The Story of a Murderer; Dead Ringers; Kairo [AKA Pulse]; The Guatemalan Handshake; The Seventh Seal; Primer; 200 Motels; Private Parts (1972); Saddest Music in the World; Mulholland Drive; The Continue reading WHAT’S IN THE PIPELINE
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The Blizzard runs a complex syndicate which local law enforcement cannot penetrate. Desperate, officials send an undercover agent, Rose (Ethel Gray Terry) into Chaney’s lair. The criminal is abusive, misogynist, seedy, and initially lacking in sympathy. There is a dark, latent sexual undercurrent between the Blizzard and Rose. Only music calms the Blizzard, and Rose serves as his feet, pushing the pedals of his piano while he plays.
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