Boy, something spooky in a mirror. That’s fresh.
Following Elves, we got Ice Pirates. Sadly, I couldn’t find a still of the Space Herpes. I always found this film more dumb than entertaining–it’s big gag, after all, is “space herpes”–but sometimes you come back to a film expecting it to be terrible and it’s not really that bad. I think I was one of several people who enjoyed it more this time around. Also, we got to see Angelica Huston as a badass space pirate. With her angular features and height, I really that in an alternate world where she wasn’t Hollywood royalty, she might have become her era’s Mary Woronov. I’m not sure who her Paul Bartel would have been, though. Probably the element of Space Pirates that’s weathered the least well is the extended role for OG Internet troll Bruce Vilanch. He plays like Truman Capote did in Murder by Death.
After that we got Down, a 2001 remake of the Danish killer elevator The Lift. It was OK, although I would have just shown the original myself. The character actor cast was amazing, though. The big fault there was that they didn’t give Michael Ironside nearly enough to do.
Then we got *gack* The Pirate Movie. I have a personal history with it and loath that movie. I happily slept through it. Ugh.
Following the breakfast break, we returned for Warlock III: The End of Innocence. This was a head scratcher, not being good enough or bad enough to justify being shown. It just kind of sat there. Bruce Payne is no Julian Sands. Meh. Anyway, the still above is from that.
