I know Dawn is more highly revered over this one, but something about this just hits different in a post-pandemic world. I'm the idiot who finished my Master's in Public Health in the spring of 2020 and the frustration and futility of Day, the dissenting groups with their irreconcilable goals and clashing tempers trapped together make me feel more seen than the found family of Dawn and their short lived good times. This is, in a perverse way, my new comfort movie. Thanks to Podcast Macabre's movie challenge for that, I've watched it 3 times this year.
Day of the Animals 1977
The women stand there slack jawed in moments of crisis, even more uselessly than usual for one of these types of movies. But! Leslie Neilson rails at god, declares himself the Hobbesian arbiter of all morality and tries to shirtless wrestle a grizzly bear.
The Lair of the White Worm 1988
Nothing feels quite as good as getting home at the end of a long rainy day, tired and soaked, and slipping into a nice latex bra, panties and thigh-highs for a relaxing game of Snakes and Ladders.
The best love stories of the past few years have had one foot in romance and the other squarely in the realm of the supernatural.
With Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive last year exploring how people become interconnected over time as love ripens and matures, and now Spring's examination of the tender, playful, messy intoxication of falling in love and choosing to commit to whatever may be on the other side of the rose-colored beginning, it seems we need monsters…