It was an absolute pleasure to meet and get a quick interview with the great Kurt Angle this past summer in Ottawa. First making a name for himself on the amateur wrestling circuit, it all culminated with a gold medal win (with a broken neck, no less) at the 1996 Summer Olympics held in Atlanta, Georgia. The ultimate achievement for most amateur athletes, this was not the end for Angle, but only the beginning. Just a mere two years later, he had signed on to the World Wrestling Federation (now the WWE or World Wresting Entertainment), a leap that would soon find him taking professional wrestling by storm. Making his television debut in November of 1999, he was a natural, not only at the wrestling, but also on the mike.
They first appeared late one night, which then led to the dawn of a new, more frightening day. . . now, they own said day – the third in George A. Romero’s anthology zombie franchise, 1985's Day of the Dead finds a small group of desolate individuals attempting to survive the ever growing and encroaching human eating hordes, a task that is easier said than done. Featuring a three pronged attack, Romero (who writes and directs) utilizes touches of German Expressionism, 60s psychological horror (think Roman Polanski’s Repulsion) and brutal gore to keep his audience on its toes. Our survivors are cloistered away in an underground military camp – a ragtag team pieced together in the final days of organized chaos to search for some sort of cure for the growing number of undead. They do, from time to time, head out in their helicopter, searching for survivors – the famed Edison theatre in Fort Myers, Florida, can be seen in the opening sequence.
Ah, the way things were. Revel in the past for a moment, won’t you. Imagine walking into a movie theatre in 1960, preferably one built in the golden age of film watching – mohair seats, architectural detailing (crown moulding, wooden panelling), a proper sized atrium. . . and, as you make your way to your place, enjoying some popcorn as the lights dim, you are not bombarded by numerous commercials that take you out of that magic place (and sadly reminding you of the business-centric reality of show business), but rather, are greeted by an animated short, 1949's Sea Salts, the perfect lead-in to your Disney feature, Swiss Family Robinson. These two films did show back to back upon Swiss Family Robinson’s initial run, so they will both be reviewed here. Sea Salts, directed by Jack Hannah, finds ‘Mac’ Bootle Beetle (Dink Trout) recalling his long, rather unusual friendship with sea captain Donald Duck (Clarence Nash) – the pair were forced to abandon ship long ago, finding themselves stranded on a tiny, uncharted isle.
One of the great horror directors of the 1930s, James Whale shot Frankenstein, The Old Dark House, The Invisible Man, and The Bride of Frankenstein in just four short years, an impressive feat that also somewhat overshadows a few of his lesser known, non-spook related features – specifically, 1931's Waterloo Bridge. . . which, interestingly enough, earned Whale so much favour with the head of Universal Pictures’ production department, that Carl Laemmle, Jr. (due to a combination of his quality work and coming in under budget), gave the director the choice of anything the studio had in early planning stages – the filmmaker chose Frankenstein, a smart decision. His Waterloo Bridge is based upon Robert E. Sherwood’s 1930 Broadway play of the same name (the playwright based it upon many of his own experiences), where we are transported to London, England, circa World War I. Stuck in the metropolis is Myra (Mae Clarke), a chorus girl who has fallen on hard times.
It was an absolute pleasure to sit down with guitar guru Damon Johnson a few months back. The co-founder of Brother Cane, the band helped shoot Johnson onto the national scene – partially thanks to three number one hits on rock radio, namely: “Got No Shame”, “And Fools Shine On”, and “I Lie in the Bed I Make”. And, for horror fans, “And Fools Shine On” was used in Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers (the sixth entry in the franchise). Disbanding in 1998, Johnson has been in demand ever since. He has worked (either touring or writing/recording) with Sammy Hagar (album: Marching to Mars), Faith Hill, John Waite, Whiskey Falls, Queensrÿche, Stevie Nicks, as well as many others (including his own solo projects). In 2004, he joined Alice Cooper as his lead guitarist. . . also co-writing and recording the superlative album Dirty Diamonds – some standout songs include, “Woman of Mass Distraction”, “Perfect”, “Dirty Diamonds”, and “Sunset Babies (All Got Rabies)”. On the road for five consecutive tours until 2011 (I saw them back in 2006), he was asked to join another iconic rock band, Thin Lizzy – Cooper gave him his blessing, and he made the jump.
Will Buster Keaton ever catch a break?. . . well, let’s be honest, by the end of the film, things usually work out alright. But, as The Great Stoneface hops, skips and jumps his way through a bevy of ever complicated (and might I add, intricately plotted) obstacles – no matter what movie, luck never seems to come his way. Case in point, 1921's two reel short, The Goat – which has nothing to do with an animal. Opening with a clever gag in which Keaton, (playing a famished, unlucky man monikered The Goat), is seen heading to the back of a bread line. . . misfortune reveals that the last three men in the procession are not actually men at all – they are mannequins showing off clothing for a store, hence, the never moving lineup.
Like an episode of Star Trek on Viagra, 1968's Barbarella is an exploitative romp in space, a journey that will take you far past the gaseous crevices of Uranus and into another sci-fi tinged dimension. Written by a pair of era icons (and seven other collaborators), two time Oscar nominee Terry Southern and Roger Vadim (also the director), you will likely never see another movie have an opening credits sequence like this one – a 401st century astronaut, Barbarella (Jane Fonda – Vadim’s wife at the time), slowly removes her spacesuit whilst floating in a gravity-less craft. . . a most sultry, slow-motion striptease (the effect was achieved by having Fonda lie on a large piece of plexiglass with an image of the spaceship underneath her. . . filmed from above, it flawlessly reenacts the semblance of zero gravity).