It came from…WITHIN!
We came, we cleaned, we slaved, we painted, we opened a motherf*ing art space! Now that we’re a little settled (HA!), we’re pleased to announce the first installment of our Odd Sundays Cine Club.
We’ll be meeting at 7PM on the 1st, 3rd, and 5th Sundays of the month to get our film education on, get inspired, talk trash, and probably eat gallons of popcorn.
Oct/Nov Employee Pick: Body horror! from Artistic Director, Carly J. Bales (me)
Sorry, I couldn’t resist! There is something so brutal and fascinating about scenarios in which what is most sacred becomes what is most reviled and dangerous. Also, you know, it’s just bizarre and interesting. The three films chosen for the series are a mish-mash but I think, in the end, all fall under this category.
October 30th is Basket Case (1982): “A young man carrying a big basket that contains his deformed Siamese-twin brother seeks vengeance on the doctors who separated them against their will.” This film is…how do I even describe it? Schlock horror comedy? It’s disturbing and over-the-top outrageous and gruesome and funny and bizarre and goofy and on a shoestring budget. It’s the kind of movie you’d find playing late at night at a shitty B-movie theatre that hasn’t existed since the 1980s and before.
November 6th is Dead Ringers (1988): “Twin gynecologists take full advantage of the fact that nobody can tell them apart, until their relationship begins to deteriorate over a woman.” Naturally, we had to include Mr. David Cronenberg who was an originator of this genre himself with movies like Shivers (1975), Videodrome (1983), and so forth, at the beginning of his career. I feel like Dead Ringers differs from his straight body horror of say, Shivers, and starts to transition into his more psychologically driven works to follow. Still, it’s here. I think it works and it is (you’ll notice this theme) disturbing, fascinating, and engrossing to watch as these two physically identical characters’ lines of identities devolve and blur into chaos.
November 20th is Tetsuo (1989): “A strange man known only as the ‘metal fetishist’, who seems to have an insane compulsion to stick scrap metal into his body, is hit and possibly killed by a Japanese “salaryman”, out for a drive with his girlfriend. The salaryman then notices that he is being slowly overtaken by some kind of disease that is turning his body into scrap metal, and that his nemesis is not in fact dead but is somehow masterminding and guiding his rage and frustration-fueled transformation.” Another low-budget, cult body horror film, this time from director Shin’ya Tsukamoto. Guess what?! I haven’t seen this film! Which is exciting in and of itself. It was recommended to me by EMP’er Ken Jordan via William Tucker.
So mark your calendars, bring a blanket, and prepare to cringe, jaw-drop, and yell at the movie screen. We’ll be doing this every month and hope to create an actual regular club of folks participating.
*quotes lazily taken from IMDB.com
**artwork brought to you by the ever-so-lovely Craig Horky (showing at EMP in November!)