Jeffrey Comanor, Peter Elbling, and Archie Hahn in Phantom of the Paradise (1974).
Thinking about the Undertale highlighted review quotes which are from 10/10 reviews but Toby Fox just quoted the things they said they didn’t like in it
One of the worst parts of current internet culture is that it makes good old fashioned complaining so difficult. I don’t wanna cancel anyone or bully anyone, I’m not trying to form a hate mob I’m not calling anyone out, i just wanna bitch about something. Because complaining is fun, good for you, even. Is that too much to ask? Where is the room for shooting the shit?
i miss when ai image generation sucked ass
just gonna plug this fan restoration here - dr. saperstein restores a lot of original footage and uncensors those ugly bird mattes throughout the film, which were edited in last-minute to conceal any trace of the "Swan Song" label (of which Death Records is a subsidiary), as the copyright for Swan Song Records was nabbed by Led Zeppelin a mere five months before the film's release.
The restoration itself has some video editing/color grading issues but they're not too hard to get past
you can read more about the whole debacle here
phantom of the paradise for free on the internet archive my love
There's something about seventies horror that reminds me of live theatre, actually. The sets and costumes are often cheap, and when it comes to period pieces, more 'inspired by' than accurate; the makeup is big and visible; even when the effects are really good, the blood is usually unnaturally red. The acting tends toward the broad and stagey.
And yet, it's also clear that realism is not the goal. Rather, the movie works to draw you in to a unified fiction, to get you to share in its nightmare. The best seventies horror I've seen has a dreamlike, Vaseline-lensed quality, a sense that it doesn't matter whether or not everything that happens in the movie is likely or even possible in real life. We've stepped outside of real life into a self-contained bubble with its own logic and its own sense, a dark fairy tale where the corpses of young girls might transmute into hares or eternally hungry floating heads, or the night of All Hallows might summon a stalking, unkillable masked evil from the past, or a ballet studio might be entirely controlled by witches. Even the lowest-budget, most exploitative Hammer flicks don't escape the touch of that dreaminess, that velvety, enfolding unreality. The movie suggests a world, and we, if we are wise, gladly succumb to the power of that suggestion.
life's like a movie, write your own ending
cassette is a beautiful name for a girl
TOMORROW NIGHT'S THE BIG NIGHT *HAHA*