It’s been over 4 years since I’ve had cable, and now that I am back on the smack I can’t imagine how I ever lived without it. It is without question magic, and between a late night fix of Wes Craven’s Shocker (1989) last night and the timeless classic Motel Hell (1980) tonight, I have already gotten my monies worth. And make no bones about it, Motel Hell is absolutely a brilliant film. Need proof? Dig on the following psychedelic execution scene wherein the psychotic cannibal farmer Vincent uses colorful strobe lights to lull his prey into a radical hypno-high before he pulls the plug. More than that, listen to farmer Vincent’s brilliant narration of the process to his victims. Sounds like something out of a Brian Lamb mashup, and this one would absolutely work with his insane vision. In fact, Motel Hell takes the whole Sustainable Living arts movement to the next level, Keira 🙂
As far as cable goes, “I’ll never go hungry again!”
“Sometimes I wonder about the karmic implications of our acts.” Man, I need to see this again.
But you won’t lure me into cable’s glistening hypno-high. I resist, preferring my fine diet of Netflix.
I’m telling you, on this re-watching I began to rethink just how amazing it is. Not only smartly written and quite funny. But also brings a rich, gothic figure back to the farm through some smart sets, tricks, and damn good acting.
As for cable, I have gone in and out, but this time I am back for good. The amount of bad movies I wouldn’t otherwise come across is astounding 🙂
“gothic figure back to the farm” – hey, that’s my house, up here on Pagan Lane! OK, now we can to do this.
I dunno, Rev, but I’m feeling heavy grumpy old man vibes with broadcast tv these days.
Don’t get me wrong, broadcast TV is terrible, and that’s why I love it! Now, on a different note, when am I gonna get to see the Swiss Family Alexander treehouse in the mountains?
Gothic farm tales you betcha! I’ll seek this out- at Black Dog, our purveryor of fine video fare. I love having you as my cable curator.
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You’re welcome at the compound any day, Rev., to see the animals, stalk the mountainside, leave your personal offerings at the compost piles, and watch film.
I await your discoveries, Keira.
Video compost party? Can I come too?