Friday, December 7, 2012

Night of the Bloody Apes (1969): or, My Heart Belongs to Bonzo

In 1960s Mexico, female luchador Lucy Ossorio (Norma Lazareno) is an athlete at the top of her game. Resplendent in her Red Devil mask and form-fitting crimson jumpsuit, every night she wrestles to a packed house of adoring, sweaty male fans, tossing her hapless opponents around the ring like lumpy bags of week-old laundry. She's young(ish), sexy, strong and beautiful, and on top of that, she's dating Lt. Arturo Martinez (Armando Silvestre), a hotshot homicide cop with the brains of Hercule Poirot and the good looks and charm of a young Tony Orlando. Sure, it's a rough game, but this is one luchadora who really has the world by the tail.

But into the Happy Picnic of Life, the Swarming Ants of Tragedy are likely to crawl, determined to carry away the Pie of Contentment on their evil little chitinous backs. This is exactly what happens one evening when, drunk on her own in-ring indominatability, La Demonita Roja tosses her opponent, the unfortunate Gata Negra ( Noelia Noel) through the ropes and into the crowd. The girl takes a bad hop and lands on her noggin, pushing a splinter of bone into her brain and inducing immediate coma. Guilt-stricken, Lucy drops a couple of matches and then decides it's time to hang up the boots for good.

"Venir a mí, bro!"
Meanwhile, local brain surgeon and organ-transplant specialist Dr. Krallman (José Elías Moreno) has a problem. His angel-faced son Julio (Agustín Martínez Solares) is bed-ridden with terminal leukemia, and all the specialists at his hospital have given the boy up for dead. But like any devoted father, the good doctor is not about to take that lying down. In an astonishing feat of scientific reasoning, Krallman deduces that the blood of a more powerful creature--say, a gorilla, for example--might be able to fight off the cancer where puny human blood has failed. But since gorilla-juice is clearly too potent for the human circulatory system, he figures he'll need to swap out Julio's heart for an organ of the simian persuasion. Then bang! Roberto es su tío! 

It's true what they say: sometimes the simplest answer is the best.

With the assistance of his slavishly devoted manservant Goyo (Carlos López Moctezuma), the doctor sets about putting his plan into action. Sneaking into the Federal District's most un-security-conscious zoo, the two old men easily purloin a primate and plop its pumper into Papa's poor pestilential progeny, post-haste. In a few hours, the boy is on the mend, the doctor's hypothesis is proved, and the overcrowded monkey house at the zoo has some much-needed extra space. Everybody wins!

Well, almost everybody.
Of course near-death experiences are almost always transformative. People come back from the brink with a newfound desire to live life to the fullest, to help their fellow man, or to cash in and go on a book tour with John Edward. In Julio's case, however, the transformation is less spiritual--instead, his new ticker turns him into a rampaging half-ape monstrosity! (Actually, more like 1/8-ape...he only seems affected from the jawline up.) I guess everybody copes in his own way.

Soon the Bloody Ape (singular, despite the film's title) is out on the town, leaving a trail of mauled, broken bodies in his wake. Realizing his mistake, Dr. Krallman reasons that putting a human heart back in his boy's chest is the best way to correct things, and thanks to Lucy's earlier reasonless brutality, he has just the perfect subject in his hospital. Goya and the doctor remove the girl back to his basement lab (again with astonishing ease), and after recapturing Julio, perform the second transplant in as many days, again leaving Julio none the worse for wear.

"I can haz nanner puddin?"

The missing girl and the string of brutal murders finally alert the police to something amiss, and Arturo gets on the case. Most are blaming the "escaped" gorilla for the crimes, but when Arturo sees the fingerprints and notices they are "half-ape, and also half-human!" (Ed. note: Whaaaa?), he knows they're dealing with something a bit more sinister. Worse, Julio's condition isn't cured by his new ticker, and soon he's ripped Goya's head from his body and gone out to wreak yet more bloody havoc. Can Arturo stop him before he kills half the nubile women in the city? Can Dr. Krallman save his son from his own scientific hubris? Will Lucy ever wrestle again?

Night of the Bloody Apes (1969) is not a movie that pulls out all the stops--it's a movie that doesn't even acknowledge there are stops to be pulled. The ape-man's attacks are surprisingly gory, ina late-60s tempera-paint way: we have scalps being pulled off, throats being torn open, eyes being gouged out, and multiple vicious maulings, often perpetrated upon the unclad torsos of energetically screaming senoritas. In addition, director René Cardona also treats us to actual footage of real open-heart surgery--a circumstance that landed this film on the famous British "Video Nasties" list, and kept it unseen in that country for years.

"This really brings out your eyes."

There's an awful lot of nudity too. Lucy--who seems to gain about 30 pounds every time she steps into the ring, only to drop the weight when the mask comes off--thinks nothing of chatting on the telephone in the altogether, fortunately for us. Also, in keeping with the long-standing cinematic tradition of "rapey half-mans-half-monkeys" (further reading here), Julio frequently rips the clothing from his female prey before proceeding to rip at their flesh. Even the comatose Noel shows all pre-surgery, in the interest of medical accuracy, no doubt.


The film is badly paced--there are many, many scenes of a character walking slowly from one end of the set to the other, that could have been profitably trimmed--and most of the acting is expectedly terrible. The lone exception is Moreno as Krallman, who imbues his laughable lines with a certain genuine gravitas, and manages to be emotionally effecting as a father desperate to save his son. It should also be mentioned that this wouldn't be the last time the hunky Solares (Julio) portrayed a man-beast: he also appeared as the lycantrhopic Rufus Rex in the brilliant luchador epic Santo y Blue Demon vs Drácula y el Hombre Lobo (1973, reviewed on MMMMMovies here).

With nothing to do but lie in bed all day, Julio had time to make some interesting personal discoveries.

This film is deservedly one of the more popular subjects of the MST3K crew's derision, but in my opinion you don't need Joel (or Mike?) and the Bots to facilitate your viewing enjoyment. You can watch it for the xenotransplantation and pseudoscience, or for the hard-hitting wrasslin' action, for the blood or the boobs or the rather ridiculous beast. You can count the flubs--for instance, Cardona conveniently ignores the discrepancy between the number of medical personnel in Krallman's lab (two) and the number of hands working in the chest cavity (six); also, while Julio wrestles with a particularly spirited victim in a local park, her thrashing limbs displace the grass clippings standing in for a meadow, revealing the bare concrete beneath! Or you can just sit back and let the madness wash over you in waves. That's my suggestion.

2.25 thumbs

A few more images from Night of the Bloody Apes (1969):

"And you should see what I gave him from the elephant! Woohoo!"



"What are these fuckin' iguanas doing on my coffee table?!"

Waste of a Perfectly Good Monkey Suit

Splendor in the Grass...Clippings

Separated at birth? (reference)

"Now that I've got my framed portrait of the Duke of DVD, I really do have it all!"

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Monday, October 1, 2012

SUPER COVEN: All Documented, All True!

Greetings, parishioners and subjects! Long time no see. What have you been up to? How are the wife and kids?

Yes, I know, things have been rather thin around here lately, and for that I apologize. The Duke has been out of the country on a particularly long archaeological expedition, and the situation at the Vicarage has been, shall we say, not conducive to the quality production of content. And I love you guys too much to give less than 100%, honestly. It's just the way I feel, I don't care who knows it.

But a pause is not an ending, and a vacation is not a resignation. The fires of passion can be rekindled, joybaloos can be found. If you've been hanging in here this long, I think you, and hope one day to repay your devotion with the kind of reward you are so richly due.

But in the meantime, I have excellent news for those seeking awesome new realms of the art of the fantstique.  Longtime friend and consistently awesome periodic contributor to this site, Tenebrous Kate (of Love Train for the Tenebrous Empire fame), has just launched her bound-to-be-amazing webcomic, SUPER COVEN!

© Tenebrous Kate, 2012, all rights reserved
Page 1 of the first story arc, "All Documented, All True," went live on October 1st, and lovers of Mad Movies and all things fantastique should go bookmark that site and subscribe to its feed RIGHT NOW. Lovingly crafted art, informed by a love of horror, the occult, doom metal and epic beards, this one promises to be everything you could want in a comic and more. Add in the unique world view and righteously twisted humor of the one and only Empress of the Tenebrous Empire, and you'd be a fool NOT to check it out.

SO DON'T BE A FOOL, FOOLS! Get clickin'!
 And tell her The Vicar sent you! ;)

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Happy Birthday, Paul Naschy!


September 6, 1934 – November 30, 2009 

Gone, but never forgotten.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Check out the Vicar's guest spot on Rupert Pupkin Speaks!

Good morning, parishioners! Things continue to move slowly here at the Vicarage, but that doesn't mean your ever-loving cinematic clergyman has been idle. I was pleased and excited when Mr. Pupkin himself of the entertaining blog Rupert Pupkin Speaks invited me to take part in his expansive series, "Bad" Movies We Love.

Of course the Duke and I are all about celebrating the films others mistakenly label as "bad," and most of my favorite such films have already been celebrated here on the site. However, at Mr. Pupkin's urging I was able to construct a list of eight movies for which I have an especial fondness, but which somehow have never made it into review form here on Mmmmmovies. Click on the link to check out my reflections on these unheralded works of art:

"Bad" Movies We Love Guest Post: The Vicar of VHS

And keep watching the skies!

Bunnies,
The Vicar

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Saturday, July 28, 2012

EMPUSA (2010): or, Naschy's Final Bow

A little more than five years ago, the Duke of DVD and I started this blog with a review of Vengeance of the Zombies (1973). That film was and is a perfect example of everything Mad Mad Mad Mad Movies has sought to celebrate, a little-known slice of insane and deliriously entertaining cinema that brought us so much joy, we just had to share it with the world. It was also the first movie we had ever seen featuring the legendary hunk of monstrous manliness that is Jacinto Molina, better known to us all as Paul "Fucking" Naschy. Over half a decade and more than 350 reviews, Paul has been the patron saint of our site, inspiring us to continue our search for treasure in the forgotten realms of b-movie madness, and providing an immovable foundation on which we have tried to build a fitting tribute. His frequent appearances here only give a small glimpse of the wonder he has afforded us, the joy he has so generously given.

So it's only fitting that, in this belated 5th Anniversary Post, I come back to the man who started it all. And ironic perhaps that I do so with the film that, in a way, ended it all: Paul's very last starring role in a feature film, Empusa (2010). I admit, going into this flick, I was a little worried--I'd been waiting for this since August of 2007, two years before Naschy's death, when I heard that principal photography was finished and post-production had begun. As the months passed, my excitement flowed and ebbed, and now at last here it was, ready to be watched. Could it possibly live up to my anticipation? Would it be a fitting end to my idol's magnificent career? Would it deliver the madness and joy I craved, or would it fall flat? Would Empusa (perish the thought) disappoint?

Ah, Paul, fogive me. I should never have doubted you.


J&B: the Breakfast of Champions
 In a beautiful resort city somewhere on the sunny coast of Spain, retiree Abel (Naschy, whose long flowing wig and array of do-rags tread the line between ridiculous and awesome) lives a simple, quiet life. He spends his days walking the beach with his fisherman friend Victor (Antonio Mayans) and his nights between the legs of innkeeper/saloon girl Natalia (María Jesús Solina). He writes about his avocational occult researches, socializes with local aristocrat Baron Ulrich (Paco Racionero),  takes recreational barbiturates and consumes gallons of undiluted absinthe. You know, the simple pleasures.

His peaceful routine is shattered, however, when one day he and Victor almost literally stumble over a grisly discovery on the beach: the severed right hand of a young woman, bearing a very strange wrist tattoo. Over the strenuous objections of his friend, Abel takes the hand back to his apartment and sticks it in the fridge, for...um, further research or something. Abel promises Victor he will return the hand to the beach in a couple of days--three, tops!--and then they can call the police.

Even Paul's porn is classy
A quick Internet search later, Abel has confirmed his initial suspicion--that the hand belongs to a victim of the Empusa, a class of demons in Ancient Greek mythology that are like vampires, only meaner. These exclusively female creatures have none of the traditional weaknesses of folkloric vampires, and satisfy their unholy appetites on the blood of their male and female lovers. Their surviving victims thereafter become "second-hand vampires," which are the garlic-fearing, sunlight-shunning, stake-hating sorts of folks we're all much more familiar with. Which makes sense, you'll agree. Shaken by this discovery--though not so much so you'd notice--Abel takes the hand back to the beach and tosses it into the ocean, forgetting his promise to inform the authorities.

Sadly, this is not the end of the horror--a few days later the police discover a nude body on the beach, a young Nordic tourist who coincidentally is missing her right hand. Not long after, Victor and a friend go squid-fishing only to pull in another mutilated body in their nets. A couple of seashell-seeking daytrippers are attacked Alfred Hitchcock-style by a flock of seagulls (vampires:bats::seagulls:empusa, apparently). And while dining with the Baron, Abel gorges himself on all-you-can-eat shrimp while the aristocrat is assassinated by a steak knife-wielding Belgian--though apparently this has nothing to do with the empusa. Just a value-added bloodbath.

"Got any Chapstick? Just put it on my bill."
Meanwhile, Abel's social life has taken a turn for the "Wow!" While lunching in town, the old Lothario strikes up a conversation with a striking, flame-haired young woman, Christabel (Cristina Carrión), who just so happens to be of Greco-Hungarian extraction. Despite having discovered evidence of a Greek demonic invasion mere days earlier, Abel sees nothing strange in a Hellenic hottie making eyes at a man three times her age--because fuck you, I'm Naschy, that's why! He meets Christabel later frolicking nude in the waves with a female friend, who seems similarly drawn to the irresistible Molina Man-Musk™. A day or so later, he meets yet another interested party--the absolutely smokin' hawt Laura De Pedro--who is looking for some silver artifacts that are rumored to be in the possession of the deceased Baron. With all the new women in his life Abel has little time for Natalia and Victor, the latter of whom just can't shake the feeling that the hand they found and the recent death-storm raining bodies on the beach might have something in common.





Of course Victor's not wrong--Christabel and her ever-expanding army of Eurobabes are indeed a pack of empusa on the loose-a, sucking their way through the local populace while Christabel prepares to battle with their queen Lilith (yes, THAT Lilith...apparently Greek and Jewish mythology have significant overlap) for empusian supremacy. She thinks Abel might be the wild card she needs to overthrow the ancient queen, but of course once she reveals her plan, the old fox is none too keen on helping her. Maybe she and her bffs shouldn't have killed Victor in a blood-fueled frenzy before asking for help? No use second guessing, I guess.

With vengeance on his mind, Abel sets out to bring down Lilith and the other empusa, getting posthumous help from Victor, who appears to him as a rotting corpse a la American Werewolf in London. But what can an old man do against an army of deathless vampire-demons and their ancient queen? Can he find a way to defeat them before they take over all of coastal Spain? Will aged justice prevail over nubile evil?

Puh-leez.

No, thank you.

In addition to being his last starring vehicle, Empusa also marks Naschy's last writing and directorial credit, and as he often does, here he adopts the "everything and the kitchen sink" approach that makes so many of his movies such wild, delirious rides. Obscure ancient mythology, literary and cinematic allusions, European folklore and good old-fashioned exploitation all rub together and produce a friction that is as delicious as it is confusing. Naschy was never afraid to throw everything at the wall just to see the splatter-pattern, and his last effort is no less fearless in this regard than his first.

It's also, believe it or not, extremely funny--and in this case, that's by design. Yes, parishioners, Empusa is not simply a monster movie: it's an all-out horror/comedy! Naschy plays Abel as an absolutely unrepentant rascal, and his chemistry with Mayans as the perpetually exasperated Victor is the stuff of comedy gold. There were many laugh-out-loud scenes for me, including but not limited to:
  • Abel's ravenous obliviousness as the Baron regales him with tales of his ancestors' outrageous sexual exploits ("She dyed her pubic hair every color of the rainbow!") before the Baron's hilarious dying soliloquy (his last words compare his gaping abdominal wound to "a waiting, open c****!")
  • A police inspector who reflexively punches out a corpse
  • Victor communicating with Abel from beyond the grave...via FAX.
  • An elderly priest, cop, and fisherman discussing their new status as "second-class vampires"
Viagra: Let Us Put an Epidemic in Your Pants™
  • An absolutely hysterical sequence where Abel tries several traditional methods of repelling vampires on the empusa, with hilariously ineffective results
  • Naschy learning the hard way that you shouldn't buy crossbows over the Internet
That's not to say the movie is perfect, however. While the women playing the empusa are all completely gorgeous and frequently naked (zang), as actresses they are almost uniformly terrible. I guess it's too much to ask for a modern equivalent of Julia Saly or Helga Liné, but still--ugh. The lone exception is Laura De Pedro as Lilith, who actually seems to know what she's doing and thus comes off as the best actress in the piece.

And also the sexiest.
(photo credit empusafilm.blogspot.com)


The score is either questionable or hysterical depending on your taste, veering from melodramatic orchestral swells to Danny Elfman-style whimsy with reckless abandon. The editing is a trouble spot too--transitions step on dialog, gaps in coverage are filled with random scenes of archaeological digs (?), and a couple of kills--one in a back alley by an empusa, and another in an amusement park spookhouse (??) by Lilith herself--pop in and out of the narrative with such disregard for coherence and continuity that I almost got whiplash.

I found it interesting that with the exception of the monsters, almost the entire cast was made up of actors of more advanced years. I don't think I saw a single human character under the age of 50 who had more than a few lines, which is extremely unusual and a little refreshing in our youth-obsessed culture. However, perhaps as a result of this (and perhaps as a result of the film's budget) there were noticeably few "action" scenes--in fact, a great deal of the film's runtime involves two people sitting in a cafe talking, which may be trying to some viewers' patience. The one real special-effects scene is a standout though, with Lilith in her true form--a nicely grotesque mixture of green scaly demon-beast and hot nude Eurobabe--chowing down on a hapless victim.

Literature: Bridging the Generation Gap since 1955
I would say that whether you enjoy Empusa or not will depend very largely on whether you are already a Naschy fan. To be very honest, I can't see someone unfamiliar with his work watching the film and getting much out of it. But for me (and for the Duke, judging by his chortles and snorts as we watched), it was entertaining, joyful, and a heck of a lot of fun. It's not the best of Naschy's movies by any means, but neither is it the worst. It has the kitchen-sink mentality and the heedless creative energy that make all of Naschy's films such a treat for his fans. And best of all, it has Naschy, his wry wit, his love of all things horror, and the boundless childlike joy that no film could fully contain and no amount of years could ever exhaust.

You gave it to me right to the end, Paul--for that, and for everything, thank you.

2.5 thumbs.

HEAR YE: You can (and should!) download your own copy of EMPUSA for a mere $5 by going to the following link.

http://www.naschysempusa.tk/

Do it! Do it NOW!

A few more images from EMPUSA (2010):

Feel the Glamor

Naschy's man-musk sends all mammals into uncontrollable sexual frenzy--even aquatic ones.

"AND YOU RAAAAAAN! YOU RAN SO FAR AWAAAAAAAAAY!"


Their sermons have only one subject: "Stay Away from the Wall"

Naschy always gets a "Thank You" card--as well he should.


*standing ovation*

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

Slim Pickin's

Greetings, parishioners! As you have no doubt noticed, there hasn't been much going on around these parts lately. I could give a lot of reasons for it with varying degrees of truthiness attached to each one, but in the interest of simplicity let's just chalk it up to that famous 3-and-a-half-year blogging lull. I've been taking some time off to recharge the batteries, rewatch some favorite flicks without the pressure of writing the review in my head the whole time, and generally just trying to re-locate my Joybaloo.

Don't worry, though. I've been thinking of new directions I might take things here, new projects I might throw myself into, new subjects I might explore under the auspices of the MAD. Your patience during this period is appreciated.

I do not come to you with simply an empty-calorie post about non-posting, however: I come bearing gifts in the form of my latest discoveries/obsessions--which, while not "movies" exactly, are certainly of interest to horror-loving folks such as those that erstwhile have tenanted the halls of the Vicarage and Duchy.

1. YouTube Madness!

I know many of you already find a lot of spooky joy on YouTube, but for some reason I've never given the video site much attention in that regard. That changed recently when I discovered a few real gems that got me digging for more.

Daywalt Fear Factory

I often hear horror fans complain that they are unable to find a movie that really scares them--movies that don't just jump out and scream "Boo!" while clashing garbage can lids together like a demented wind-up monkey, but that really get under their skin and raise the gooseflesh. For this hardened horror fan, Daywalt Fear Factory's short films fill that niche. The channel is a treasure-trove of well-constructed, good-looking horror shorts that strike with the nightmare immediacy of a good campfire tale  and get out before you can analyze yourself out of your shivers. Like anything, some of the stories are hits and some are misses, but with Daywalt, the hits just keep coming. Turn down the lights, turn up the volume, and enjoy.

Here's one of my favorites so far, that does more in a little over two minutes than most horror films do in as many hours: "Bedfellows."

Daywalt Fear Factory's YouTube Channel

2. The Slender Man



What began as a "make up your own urban legend" contest on the SomethingAwful.com forums has taken on a vibrant life of its own in the Tubes of You, and his name is The Slender Man--"Slendy" to his friends. A supernatural childnapper, otherdimensional overlord, harbinger of doom, and mind-fuckler extraordinaire, the Slender Man has inspired art, literature, and some of the more imaginative web-series/ARGs it's been my pleasure to partake of. Here are a couple of my favorite series currently active in the burgeoning "Slenderverse."

Marble Hornets

After his film-school friend Alex abandons his latest project and mysteriously disappears, fellow filmmaker Jay goes through the stockpile of unmarked DV tapes his friend left behind, only to discover some disturbing and inexplicable things, including recurring images of a tall, faceless man. Posting his findings online (usually in 3-7 minute chunks), Jay gets pulled more and more into whatever drove his friend to obsession and perhaps madness, and becomes a target of  the Slender Man himself. The series uses various platforms to tell the same story--multiple YouTube accounts, Twitter, image sharking sites and others--creating an immersive experience. Part vlog, part X-Files, part code-cracking game and part cliffhanger serial, Marble Hornets is more than just webseries--it's a new type of storytelling.

Exciting, spooky stuff, and just beginning its third and final story arc. Check it out from the beginning; use the fan-maintained wiki to keep yourself straight, and don't miss the reply videos from the enigmatic "totheark."

Marble Hornets YouTube Channel
Marble Hornets Wiki

TribeTwelve

There are many other Slender Man-related youtube channels out there, many riffing on/ripping off the success of Marble Hornets, but TribeTwelve managed to take MH as a springboard and make the story its own. When Florida twentysomething Noah learns his troubled cousin Milo has died, he sets up a YouTube channel to honor his memory with videos of their last visit together. As he does so, he starts to notice strange images in frame, and realizes his cousin was not only troubled but haunted, and perhaps hunted. While investigating, Noah is contacted by a shadowy group known as the Collective, who may or may not be of this world, and of course is terrorized by the Slender Man as well.

Though the acting and framing of TribeTwelve does not seem as assured as that in Marble Hornets, Noah and company make up for it with compelling plotting, earned scares, and some pretty good special effects for a no-budget web series. Recommended.

TribeTwelve YouTube Channel
TribeTwelve Wiki


3. Correspondence: or, It Came from Reddit

Another fascinating find that falls under the ARG banner, "Correspondence" is a serial story being told mostly in the /r/nosleep subforum of massive link-assembling site Reddit. I say "mostly" because as in Marble Hornets and TribeTwelve, the author of this tale--known by the username "bloodstains"--uses YouTube, Google, imgur, functional character email addresses, and most intriguingly, the "comments" section of each chapter's post to further the story and blur the lines between reality and fiction.

Reddit user bloodstains begins to post what appear to be chat logs, stolen texts, phone call transcriptions, and diary entries from a group of teenagers who ill-advisedly visited "Hell House"--a real (or is it?) haunted house somewhere in Toronto, Ontario--and fall prey to the spirit of an evil old woman who possesses, torments, and finally kills them. But there's more going on than meets the eye, as the possession seems to spread to other Reddit users through the comments section, and the evil goes viral in the worst possible way. Gripping, unsettling stuff--check it if you dare!

"Correspondence" on Reddit
Bloodstains Wiki


And that's all I've got for now. Hope you enjoy--let me know what you think!

 Keep watching the skies, enjoy the archives, and stay tuned, Parishioners! I'll be back. :)

Bunnies,
The Vicar

Pee-Ess: For those of you who have sold your souls to Mark Zuckerberg in exchange for friends' baby pictures and updates about who's eating what--I've been posting random thoughts and periodic short reviews on my facebook page for movies I wanted to say something, but not too much about. If that sounds like something you can't live without, friend me here, and may God have mercy on your souls.

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Even a Man who is Pure at Heart, and Says His Prayers by Night...

May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms, and the Autumn moon is bright.

Or, failing that, can be the Vicar of VHS:

Naschy rises from the breath of Chaney: or, Night of the Wolf Mans
Greyscale half-sleeve by Ryan Cook, Lucky Bella Tattoos, Maumelle, Arkansas.

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