The People we Meet

Good Morning Cats and Kittens!

I managed to get out of the city before the 25 inches of snow landed on it to put a halt to anything other than massive snowball fights (and this time nobody brought a gun ;-)).  But before I left the Inn I got to meet some of the guests that were checking out, since I was working the front desk that morning, and there was a film crew in from England.  I have got to say- and those of you who’ve known me since Miami know- that I am a SUCKER for a British Accent.  Oh hell- not just British, but Scottish, Irish, Australian, New Zealand, etc…. Not so much Welsh, but since I’ve been watching Torchwood- it’s been growing on me. 

Anyway- I got to chatting with one of the crew members and it turns out that he was also a producer for another film that was released in UK theaters this past October.  Now, it took me FOREVER to find this information out since it was an independent B film, but damned if it isn’t right up my alley.  The synopsis from Fandango reads as thus:

“In life, rock and roll rebel Johnny was the laughing stock of his peers; in death, the slick haired corpse rises from a watery grave to ensure that those who once mocked him never get the chance to laugh again. At the onset of the free love era, some folks just weren’t willing to hang up their blue suede shoes. Johnny “Flick” Taylor was a withdrawn Teddy Boy whose refusal to change with the times set him apart from the pack. A laughable relic of a bygone era to those who valued trend over substance, Johnny’s sole refuge was the Palace Dance Hall. Come Friday night Johnny would be out on the dance floor shaking and jiving, his eyes steadily fixed on the beautiful Sally Andrews. One weekend, after months of reigning in his stutter, Johnny finally works up the courage to ask Sally for a dance. Instantly rejected by Sally and mercilessly beaten by her group of male admirers, Johnny flies into a murderous rage in which he kills and maims his oppressors before tossing Sally in the back seat of his car and punching the gas. In the ensuing chase Johnny’s car spun out of control and went careening into a nearby river, though Sally miraculously managed to escape and make her way to safety. Forty years later Johnny’s car is recovered from the river, the murderous young rebel’s fists still clutching the steering wheel. Johnny’s story isn’t over yet though. It seems that the sounds of Rock-A-Billy radio have the power to bring the undead rebel screaming back to life, but only between the hours of midnight and two o’ clock in the morning as the sounds of the fifties fill the airwaves. Now, as the supernaturally charged outcast embarks on a vengeful mission to slaughter those who scorned him and take sixty-two year old Sally on a ride she’ll never forget, a Memphis cop on an exchange program from the UK must find a way to stop the music that drives the Brylcreem-slathered ghoul’s dreadful rampage. ~ Jason Buchanan”  This review doesn’t do the trailer any justice!

From the look of this trailer Flick appears to be on a good track to horror cult classic with it’s fantastic nod to the good old days of drive in theater.  Granted- I’m not old enough to have ever experienced this in it’s heydey, but I can say that I went to a drive in when I was 8 years old in Stamford Connecticut.  I remember these films from many a late nights spent with HBO and cinemax before I understood how much MORE fun it was to have a social like 😉

To this day I have unfounded fears of the movies Tarantula, Psycho, and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  I also continue to watch these in a very masochistic way with both hands over my eyes and a little crack through the fingers to peek.  Mostly, I think that I appreciate the humor from the film makers of not just this film, but my last film review of Black Sheep.  Independent film has taken itself WAY too seriously for way too long- Make me laugh and I’ll keep coming back with popcorn in hand!


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