"Dream the World! Not this pallid shadow of reality. Dream the world the way it truly is. A world in which all cats are Queens and Kings of creation. THAT is my message. And I shall keep moving, keep repeating it, until I die. Or until a thousand cats hear my words, and believe them, and dream... And we come again to Paradise."
Your eyeball is a bit of brain that protrudes through the skull in order to gets its own view of the world. Like it doesn't trust the other senses to send back the truth about what's really going on out there. Sheesh!
Ever have one of those nights? No? Yeah, well ok, I may not have had a mob chasing me through Soho with murder in their hearts but I have come close. But it was in the back woods of British Columbia and the mob was made up of three rather drunk woodsmen with larceny in their hearts. Anyway, the series of mishaps, misunderstandings and just plain bad luck that plagues the hero of this film, Paul Hackett, will take you on such a crazy journey that at its end you will, like Paul (and me in those back woods) declare, "I just want to live!"
Best plot summary - A meek word processor impulsively travels to Manhattan's Soho District to date an attractive but apparently disturbed young woman and finds himself trapped there in a nightmarishly surreal vortex of improbable coincidences and farcical circumstances. - Gabe Taverney
Best Song - Peggy Lee's Is That All There Is
Roger Ebert Review - compares the struggles of our film's hero to director Martin Scorsese's own frustrations with the last minute failure of Paramount to support his production of The Last Temptation of Christ.
Well, one of the positive things about having deleted your entire blog is that you get to redo stuff. And so, recently, while browsing through my labels, I realized I had only one "werewolf" post. Mon Dieu! How can this be?! Didn't I do a post re: American Werewolf in London? One of my fav movies?! Oh, yeah. That was in "the before times."
And so it was, several years ago now, that I had the chance to again watch American Werewolf. I found myself still delighted, amused and amazed. Particularly with the first half of the film. The bits I absolutely LOVED, and still do, are all the parts with our hero/werewolf's best friend, Jack (Griffin Dunne).
The thing about Jack is that he dies near the beginning of the movie and yet he appears throughout. And that's because Jack is one of the undead. Cursed to exist in limbo - until the werewolf who killed him is dead - each time he appears to his best friend David, now himself a werewolf, Jack is more rotted and decayed than before. And yet he acts just so...normal. There isn't any of the spooky, cursed, haunting, ghost kind of thing. Jack is just Jack. He still loves his friend and is quite matter of fact about the whole undead situation, but he is also trying to find a way to convince his best friend to, well, off himself. To end the killing and the curse.
Following this re-acquaintance with the film several years ago I, of course, started googling. That's when I discovered Last Exit to Nowhere AND the Slaughtered Lamb t-shirt! (Have since ordered several of their movie inspired t-shirts and hoodies for myself and hubby which we like VERY much).
Today, my googling uncovered this - The Slaughtered Lamb Pub...in New York city. A dungeon. Theme parties. Great looking pub menu - with only one lamb dish, mind you. Unfortunately, the reviews (Yelp and Trip Advisor) don't have me feeling like I'm missing out on too much :(
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain