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"T... thanks grandma..."
This account is for this thing in Boston called "Trash Night" at Brattle, where once a month they show obscure, god-awful movies and encourage the audience to heckle. It's my go-to for a fun date to see if she has a sense of humor or not.
This is one of the commercials they play between breaks in the main feature. They are... something special.
The Brattle is great, their sound is terrible but the screen's decent and I've seen some really good stuff there over the years (including Suspiria, What Is It? and Hausu). The Coolidge had a few showstoppers - Santa Sangre, Cool as Ice, The Room when Wiseau was touring with it a few years ago, and Johnny Legend himself personally projecting the only existing film print of My Breakfast with Blassie - but most of that was late 90s through mid 2000's, I feel like the Brattle's been better curated these days but I also haven't been paying much attention since I left town.
Probably the best cinematic experience I've had yet was getting to see a recently discovered original 16mm print of Night of the Living Dead in the basement of a public library over near Cranston three or four years ago. As raw as movie-going gets, they even used the built in speaker on the old Eike projector.
Another good one was back in 2003 or 2004 when my girlfriend and I went with some friends to see something (actually I think it was Cool as Ice) at the Coolidge and the projectionist did an impromptu screening of a personal experimental 35mm film of his own before the feature. It was a kind of meandering collage of fragments of old trailers he'd salvaged for the first 3 minutes or so and then it just cut straight to hardcore 70s porn.
Do the people who used to run the found footage night at the Brendan Behan for a while have anything to do with Trash Night? This seems right up their alley. I hardly ever made it because I didn't get back from work early enough, but the first time I did I walked in and they were showing a VHS home movie of a woman blowing out candles with her vagina, that one of them had found in a box of dumpster tapes.
That's not an IBM ThinkPad. Nope. Don't look under the sticker.
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