So it’s not Doctor Tongue, so what. Here’s my Canadian Content for the day. Remember Count Floyd? The only Transylvanian vampire with a Torontonian accent and a turtleneck. They couldn’t afford a werewolf, so he did the howling, too.
Hit Play and enjoy your trip in the Wayback Machine; also, join me in wondering why Andrea Martin isn’t swamped with work. She owned Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
I first saw Matango aka Attack of the Mushroom People at the long-lost and much-lamented Vancouver B Movie Festival. It was, without a doubt, the finest evocation of the Gilligan’s Island mythotype (Ginger, Professor and all!) in an hallucinogenic, nuclear-aware Japanese context that I have ever seen, then or since. In fact, since it appeared a couple of years before GI did, it can be considered the immediate predecessor thereof. Both are, apparently, descendants of William Hope Hodgson‘s short story, The Voice in the Night. There also exists the possibility that the whole thing resulted in Yann Martel’s Life of Pi. There, don’t say ya never learned nuthin here.
I also recall the goofy first mate’s habit of greeting every surprising twist of events with his signature “Huh? Oh.” After the fourth time, the audience just chanted it along with him.
Just how freaky was this flick? Let me put it this way: the following video actually makes more sense than the film itself does, and here’s the vid writeup:
A music video set to Richard Cheese‘s lounge music version of Disturbed‘s “Down With the Sickness“, using footage from TOHO Studio‘s Matango. Don’t question it, you’ll be much happier.
True, dat.
“Down With The Sickness”Can you feel that?
Ah, shitDrowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what’s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You’ve woken up the demon in me
[Chorus:]
Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems you’re having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me
[Chorus]
(And when I dream) [x4]
No mommy, don’t do it again
Don’t do it again
I’ll be a good boy
I’ll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don’t hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy?
Don’t do it, you’re hurting me
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don’t you,
Why don’t you just fuck off and die
Why can’t you just fuck off and die
Why can’t you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
FUCK YOU
I don’t need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
How would you like to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die
[Chorus (last line changed to “Madness has now come over me”)]
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This is not the first we’ve heard of the pervy Potter perp. No indeedy, not. A pattern is starting to emerge, one that we should have anticipated from the moment he flung a condom atop Dame Diana Rigg‘s head.
The boy is insatiable!
Several sources agree: first, there was the evidence from Ricky Gervais‘ backstage candid camera, then came a comment casually dropped by Kelly and another dropped by Metro, and now we see that the Ins and Outs post (yeah, that‘s what I’d call ins and outs, too) about Daniel Radcliffe’s Match.com profile has made it to the Top Blogs in WordPress.
That, my friends, is corroboration.
Sorry, had to.
More sea-critter news today; it must be some wetlands Walpurgis excitement causing them to bust out all over the raincoaster blog. Nonetheless, weird, eh?
“I was just sitting on the barge and this half a
mountain, half a car just floated right by,” Jackson says.
It is no mountain, or car. “Long head, knots all over. Thought it was an alligator or crocodile,” Peeples says. It’s the kind of thing you just have to see to believe… A manatee swimming in the fresh waters of the Wolf River Harbor on Mud Island. “I couldn’t do anything for about 15 minutes. (Reporter) Scary? (Jackson) Scary,” Jackson says.
The aberrant Mississippi Manatee could be nothing more than a slightly confused Global Warming victim in search of new sea grasses to munch and some soothing steel GIT-tar. On the other hand, it could be just the outrider for an invasion from Y’ha-nthlei.
We distort: you deride.
Or at least extreme jack o’lanterns.
I rarely post anything anyone sends me, which is a shame, as I am very lazy, yo. But I’m just contrarian enough to reject the help when people offer it for free.
Except when they offer this: jack o’lanterns from Extreme Pumpkin, in the shape of an octopus attacking a fish and a flaming tiki god. Thanks, Metro!
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