Monster of the Day

3:00 movie this Thursday. Again, not so much my bag. Luckily, the films playing Thursday night, which I can see, are MUCH more up my alley. More on that in the days ahead.

So with Covid currently--hopefully permanently--dormant, G-Fest returns to Chicagoland. This includes showing a slate of G-Films at my childhood home, the Pickwick Theatre. We start Thursday with the traditional four films. The first afternoon choice is Godzilla vs Hedorah--in Japanese, so no Save the Earth, sadly--playing at 1:00. There was a brief period when…

Reginald was relieved. The Magic Mirror worked, and proved Cynthia wouldn't get fat like her mother. Happy Friday, everyone! Watch something stupid this weekend.

Ghost Rider sneers at your junker.  

Aka The Return of Jimmy Hoffa. Love this period, where skeletons were as common on DC Comics covers as gorilla.

Hello! Like the titular lead in 2017's A Ghost Story, I'm back from the dead. We'll, actually, I was dead. And that ghost featured above is a ghost, so it's not back from the dead either. Other than that, though, I totally nailed it. So Mr. Rational came in and stayed with me for…

After The Uninvited, we watch the extremely fun The Raven, the old one with Lugosi and Karloff. ("I'm the sanest man alive!") Then the crazy (I think) Thai film Killer Elephants, then the short Christmas Grotto, and then off to dinner. Back for the evening shift. We started with the Wakaliwood flick Bad Black…

We ended Friday with Wizard's Curse, a very fun Chinese sorcery film. I don't remember any monsters, it was more like Natural Born Killers with a pair of psychotic lovers menacing some folks. Foreign Fest continued on the actual Saturday Fest with Karate Girl, another extremely fun female revenge film that happily somethings verges…

Friday continued. The children all left, and entertainment left with them. Arthur, Sandy's son, showed the French 'film' Devil Story. It's about 20 minutes of movie stretched out to an hour and a half. There's a mutant guy in an SS uniform who slasher kills some folks, and then the real slow down begins.…

The reason we held this year's edition of T(ween) Fest in the summer, instead of the spring, was that Arthur Petersen and his wife and daughters--who used to live in Dallas but years ago relocated to Utah--were able to visit at the same time. So there were hordes of grandkids around. To entertain them,…