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Elephant Man – Keep On Trunkin’

Posted in Classic Horror, Nature Gone Wild with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2014 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

The Elephant Man

Despite its classic film status (eight Oscar™ nominations), I was disappointed that John Merrick, the true life title character of 1980s The Elephant Man, didn’t have a trunk. How the heck is he supposed to eat peanuts? With that grotesquely misshapen head, leg and arm they should’ve called him The Play-Doh™ Man. (How insensitive of me. I should be made to clean out an elephant cage.)

The Elephant Man

John Merrick was hideously deformed man in 19th Century London. Until he was discovered being exploited and beaten like a step-child rug at a stink filthy Victorian circus sideshow, Merrick lived a life lower than that of a street elephant.

Rescued by surgeon Frederick Treves, a doctor who all the Monarchy want sticking rubber gloves into their royal holes, Merrick is taken to the hospital and given a clean room, hot meals, a bed and a private place to make doody that he was forced to do in public for the delight of paying customers.

The Elephant Man

Treves is compassionate and honest when he tells Merrick that, despite all his surgical skills, can’t fix him. But hey, free rent! Merrick’s horrific physical condition soon becomes newspaper fodder and celebrity soon follows. But all is not a free-range lifestyle for Merrick as his former employer, a drunken bully asshook douche bag, comes back to re-hire him.

The Elephant Man

The Elephant Man, based on the true story of John Merrick, is hard to watch if you have even a sliver of a soul. Fortunately, I am not cursed with one of those things. But I did like the movie. And I like peanuts.

Smoke On The Daughter

Posted in Classic Horror, Misc. Horror with tags , , , , , on October 29, 2013 by Drinkin' & Drive-in

Audrey Rose

Eleven year-old Ivy Smith doesn’t know it yet, but she’s really the reincarnation of Audrey Rose, a little girl who was barbecued alive in a painful car crash/fire. Hard to go through life with two first names, let alone souls.

Audrey Rose

Audrey’s grief-stricken dad goes to New York, looking for the soul of his burnt daughter. Thanks to a religious tip, he believes his daughter’s crispy essence has taken up shop in Ivy. Now all he has to do is convince Ivy’s parents to let him have her. Good luck with that.

Audrey Rose

While this is going, on Ivy is beginning to suffer horrific nightmares of being oven-roasted, even getting burn blisters on her hands from touching a cold window during a gnarly sleep-walking episode. And the nightmare continue as it nears what would’ve been Audrey’s birthday. (Just don’t light the candles. Just sayin’.)

Audrey Rose

The hypno-regression scene is pretty darn hairy and rounds out this intriguing psychological horror thriller. To enjoy Audrey Rose (1977) , all you need to do is sit back with a refreshing adult beverage and a grilled (sorry) hot dog and you’re set.