It’s a fine line the theoretical programmer must walk. One doesn’t want to be too obvious (Trick R’ Treat and Creepshow? How long did that one take you to dream up? Probably just as long as your Howling American Werewolf in London Double Feature). But sacrifice how well two movies complement each other simply for the sake of unpredictability (Abbot And Costello Meet Frankenstein and Funny Games) and you hurt no one but yourself.
For the opener I’d go with The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. A film I’ve been damn near evangelical about since starting Things That Don’t Suck. The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, is perhaps the finest horror film ever made. A relentless intense experience that has never been approached.
Rather then vainly chasing the feel of the original, TCM 2 set itself up as a demented Verhovenesque satire about/example of 80’s excess. The Sawyers have gone Capitalist, and have done a damn fine job of it too.
Only they’re about to get a visit from some divine wrath, personified by Dennis Hopper, as divine wrath rightfully should be.
To me the TCM2 is one of those rare movies that completely successfully blend comedy and horror. Perhaps the most successfully. Switching between scenes as gleefully and playfully gruesome as anything out of the Peter Jackson/Sam Raimi cannon, with scenes as brutal and stomach churningly real as I’ve ever seen in a horror film without one ever countermanding the other.
Not to mention the sight of Dennis Hopper inviting himself to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Marching into the den of madmen singing, "Bringing In The Sheeves" at the top of his lungs, is simply magnificent.
It’s a movie that I’ve actually gotten to see in a large crowd of horror fans, and it played like gangbusters.
So putting it on first, you have to have something that can match up to it. Something that also has a uniquely Tex-Mex flavor to its horror, something that also masters some major tonal shifts, something that also hits the laugh’s and gruesomeness with equal ease.
That’s right we’re talking From Dusk Til Dawn.
Its not a movie without it’s problems, including an ugly rape murder that kicks things off. Given where the movie goes its is just about the definition of unearned. It also features an a key performance by the dread Juliet Lewis, which will always be a substantial minus in my book.
But if I have plenty of problems with From Dusk Til Dawn in part, it’s no match for the exuberance of it as a whole. We’re talking about a movie that contains Cheech Marin’s epic Pussy Speech, Tom Savini with a prosthetic cock gun, Fred Williamson being a bad motherfucker, Selma Hayek’s snake dance, George Clooney as the one White person in the world able to wear a tribal tattoo and not look completely like a stupid asshole, and Harvey Keitel as a badass servant of God.
If that’s not a good night at the movies then I don’t know what is.
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