BCLMC BROOKLYN CAMPUS LIBRARY MEDIA CENTER
November 15, 2005:
Turkeys for Thanksgiving;
My Evil Twin
"Nothing you can be is more terrible than what I am." Jan Compton (Virginia Leith), The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962)
In the Mix: a random shuffle of some movies we've played recently in our Now Playing program:
Other sites we like:
A Mr. T.E. Lawrence, of Arabia, writes, "Of course I'm the man for the job. What is the job, anyway?"
Simple stuff. Lotsa camel-riding, rifle-shooting, stuff like that. Bring plenty of sunscreen.
Eddie, from Martinique, writes, "Was you ever bit by a dead bee?"
Maybe I have, maybe
not. You know, you gotta be careful of dead bees. They can sting
ya just as bad as live ones, especially if they was kinda mad when they
got killed. I'd sting em back, only I ain't got a stinger.
This issue of BCLMC is brought to you all the way from the back row by the gruff but lovable Media Assistant Patrick Jewell and his evil twin, Montresor. Tell your friends.
Turkeys for Thanksgiving
I like good movies. I love great movies. But I am addicted to watching some seriously bad movies. So-bad-they're-good, some people call them. But that's an excuse that I'm not willing to make because I'm sure my addiction is not a sickness but rather a serious and dangerous flaw in my character.
Growing up in Toledo, my brothers and my sister and I used to love to sit around, Mystery Science Theater 3000-style (when the satellite of love was still just a Velvet Underground song), and make fun of bad, baaaaaaad movies on late night TV stations broadcasting out of Detroit. Stuff like old Buster Crabbe space operas, bloated melodramatic Hollywood crap like The Greatest Show on Earth, cheesy and cheap sci fi and horror like Plan 9 from Outer Space or the Horror of Party Beach, Elvis movies, beach movies, Mexican horror/wrestler movies, and oddities like the biker exploitation flick starring Joe Namath, C.C. and Company. I bet you had a handful of your own. Immensely watchable bad movies, trying so hard to be good that you end up feeling a tender affection for them.
Get a few sarcastic friends together and screen a few of the best of the worst in our collection (and no, I haven't made any of these up):
Recent DVD Acquisitions
A selection of recent additions to our DVD collection:
Me and My Evil Twin
He looks just like me, but he escaped from an alternate dimension through the hole in the Media Center ceiling; He has a black goatee, wears a black leather duster, and he's missing the pinky finger on his right hand. And he's evil (see DePalma's Sisters, Cronenberg's Dead Ringers). For example, he likes movies that I don't, and vice versa. Not the bad movies I love (see above), but films that I simply cannot abide. For example? Thought you'd never ask.
He likes The Usual Suspects; I like L.A. Confidential. He likes Breakfast at Tiffany's; I like Sabrina. He likes Vertigo; I like Rear Window. He likes Gone with the Wind; I like It Happened One Night. He likes An American in Paris; I like Singin' in the Rain. He likes E.T.; I like Aliens. He likes The Matrix; I like Groundhog Day. He likes Roger Moore; I like Sean Connery. He likes Dick Sergeant; I like Dick York. Or maybe that last one's the other way around; I never could keep the Darrins straight. He likes Kathie Lee; I like Kelly. He has an "I love Xena" tattoo on his right deltoid; I like Buffy, but not so much as I need to tell the world with body art. He Oprahs; I Uma. He likes Mickey Mouse; I like Bugs Bunny. He likes Chaplin; I like Keaton. He likes Mahogany; I like Foxy Brown. He likes Moulin Rouge; I like Red Rock West. Him: Jules and Jim; me: Masculin Feminin. Him: Dead Poets Society; me: Rushmore. Him: Walt Disney; me: Tex Avery.
Ah, to each his own. There's no accounting for taste. Especially with evil twins. The worst is when they get our coffee orders mixed up. My doppelganger likes his java with a ton of sugar. Yuck. So, if you see somebody who looks like me, but with a black goatee, and he starts talking about what a great movie Ghost is, get away from there, but fast. Next he'll be telling you Joel Schumacher is a genius.
of the big green dragon that sits on your doorstep. He eats little boys...
Puppy dog tails, and BIG FAT SNAILS... Beware... Take care...
Beware!" The Scientist (Bela Lugosi), Glen
or Glenda (1953)
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BCLMC BROOKLYN CAMPUS LIBRARY MEDIA CENTER
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