There's no folkies like to party like those folkies Paul and Artie.
I miss that era when major Hollywood studios would drop a good mid-budget genre movie every few weeks. 90s pop cinema had so many bonkers premises and OTT production design. It would be easy for a film like In the Mouth of Madness (with its postmodern, self-aware plot) to become obnoxious and pleased-with-itself. But it never quite does. And Sam Neil is fucking brilliant in it.
Does the fact that I got the Quatermass references make me a horror nerd now?
I wanted to like this. I really did. Delia Derbyshire is a fascinating musician, Britain’s answer to Raymond Scott, and she deserves to be mentioned alongside 20th Century weirdos like Moondog, Harry Partch or Sun Ra. Having said that, I do think she's a little bit overrated within certain circles. I once saw a Doctor Who documentary where a musicologist told the presenter that he believed Derbyshire ought to be as well-known as The Beatles, to which the presenter replied…
Directed by John Schlesinger (one year before Billy Liar, seven years before Midnight Cowboy), with a knockabout script co-written by Keith Waterhouse, and a score by Ron Grainer (one year before he wrote the Doctor Who theme tune).
Maybe the most impressive thing about this film is how no character is entirely sympathetic or unsympathetic. You understand where each of them is coming from, and sympathise with their plight. Even the nightmare proto-Thatcherite mother-in-law (played by Thora Hird, who spent…