Lazy Sunday CXL: More Movies, Part XI: Movie Reviews, Part XI

This Sunday’s collection of film retrospectives features a trio of darker and weirder fare, especially She’s Allergic to Cats (2016).  Perhaps the long Thanksgiving Break will give you an opportunity to watch a movie about a guy whose “true passion is making weird video art that nobody understands.”  ‘Tis the season… right?

With that, here are another three reviews for your delectation:

  • Monday Morning Movie Review: She’s Allergic to Cats (2016)” – This flick is described on Shudder.com thusly (and the description says it all):

    A lonely dog groomer in Hollywood searches for love, but his true passion is making weird video art that nobody understands. His menial routine spirals out of control when he meets the girl of his dreams, crossing boundaries between reality and fantasy as he dives deeper into his video experiments.

  • Monday Morning Movie Review: Near Dark (1987)” – What an excellent vampire movie!  Near Dark focuses on a relationship between a farm boy named Caleb and a strange girl called Mae.  Mae, of course, turns out to be a vampire, and ends up biting Caleb in his truck amid a frenzied, pre-dawn make-out session.  This bite transforms Caleb into a creature of the night, and as he runs—his body smoking in the harsh daylight—Mae’s cabal of white trash vampires snag Caleb, driving off with him.
  • Monday Morning Movie Review: Heathers (1989)” – Heathers was the writing debut of Daniel Walters, who (according to The Last Drive-in with Joe Bob Briggs) wanted to write a script that felt like a John Hughes film that Stanley Kubrick directed (Kubrick did not direct HeathersMichael Lehmann directed in his film debut).  Well, Walters achieved his goal—this is a very black satire on popularity, mass media, and high school power struggles.

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

Other Lazy Sunday Installments:

Groundhog Day

Today is Groundhog Day in the United States, one of those throwaway observations that gets some cute stories in the news about a rodent spotting its shadow and a handful of opportunistic sales events sandwiched in between MLK Day and Presidents’ Day.  It’s ubiquitous enough to make it into the papers and the home page of your preferred search engine, but not significant enough to get a day off work.

I primarily remember Groundhog Day as a career-shadowing day for high school students.  When I was in high school, I spent one “Groundhog Shadowing Day,” as the administration called it, shadowing a college history professor at the University of South Carolina-Aiken.  I remember being overawed by the specificity of the historical research papers his college students were writing (in the way a first grader marvels at a fifth grader who writes an entire paragraph, not just one sentence), and chuckling to myself at his pro-gun control op-eds.  Even back then I knew college professors were loopy.

The following year I had the opportunity to shadow my State representative, who I remember as having a rather red-cheeked appearance and jovial manner.  I was still under the impression that politicians were somehow elevated beings, people possessed of occasional foibles and shortcomings, but ultimately intent on serving the public interest.  Ah, yes—the naïveté of youth.  I’ll never forget an energy lobbyist slapping him on the back and telling me, “I know Skipper will look out for us.”  Indeed.

Otherwise, Groundhog Day doesn’t loom large in my mind other than as a fun Bill Murray movie in which he woos a beautiful South Carolinian, Andie MacDowell.  Indeed, that film seems to have brought the holiday into the larger consciousness of Americans, as it had largely been a Mid-Atlantic—Pennsylvanian, really—observance up to that point.

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