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I used to keep a list of movies that I wish had been featured on MST3K. I mean, I know there's this Rifftrax stuff now, which I like, for the most part, but they mostly tackle these modern films and it just isn't the same (and also no adorable robots, but that's my complaint with a lot of things). Most movies nowadays don't have the guts to give a guy a Liberace cape and a pimping gold belt buckle and call him a Pumaman like they used to. In a metaphorical sense, obviously.
So anyway, this list that I made is not nearly as exhaustive as it used to be because, uh, I forgot a lot of it, but in any case I have a new addition: the 1947 DeForest Kelley opus "Fear in the Night".
Holy shit did I love this movie. It showed that Bones McCoy, the guy who stared down Ricardo Montalban and told him to either stab him or choke him or get the fuck back in line, can convincingly play a total n00b of a virgin who can't drive, the ineffectual, dopey hero with a sweet heart and no brains who is a hallmark of so many MST'd movies. Seriously, he faints like three times in this movie for no real reason other than the vapors and it gets increasingly adorable every time he does it.
This would have been an awesome MST movie to do because it's bad in that 40's, low-budget noir kind of way but it's good enough where watching it doesn't crush parts of my soul like, say, "The Blood Waters of Dr. Z" did, which was so horrible that even the paunchy dude in the lowest quality latex fish suit imaginable couldn't save it.
Total aside, but am I just too lol sensitive for being disturbed on a really fundamental level by "Blood Waters of Dr. Z"? When Dr. Z kidnapped that woman to make her his fishbride and then accidentally killed her, and the camera zoomed in on her dead face, I nearly cried. Poor fishbride. ;_;
So anyway, this list that I made is not nearly as exhaustive as it used to be because, uh, I forgot a lot of it, but in any case I have a new addition: the 1947 DeForest Kelley opus "Fear in the Night".
Holy shit did I love this movie. It showed that Bones McCoy, the guy who stared down Ricardo Montalban and told him to either stab him or choke him or get the fuck back in line, can convincingly play a total n00b of a virgin who can't drive, the ineffectual, dopey hero with a sweet heart and no brains who is a hallmark of so many MST'd movies. Seriously, he faints like three times in this movie for no real reason other than the vapors and it gets increasingly adorable every time he does it.
This would have been an awesome MST movie to do because it's bad in that 40's, low-budget noir kind of way but it's good enough where watching it doesn't crush parts of my soul like, say, "The Blood Waters of Dr. Z" did, which was so horrible that even the paunchy dude in the lowest quality latex fish suit imaginable couldn't save it.
Total aside, but am I just too lol sensitive for being disturbed on a really fundamental level by "Blood Waters of Dr. Z"? When Dr. Z kidnapped that woman to make her his fishbride and then accidentally killed her, and the camera zoomed in on her dead face, I nearly cried. Poor fishbride. ;_;