April 5th, 2007
Bob Clark, director of A CHRISTMAS STORY, died along with his son after their car was hit head-on by a drunk driver. Bob's career as a director was an interesting one. He managed to direct one of my most favorite movies ever, and one of the worst pieces of garbage I ever had the misfortune to sit through.
But it's not right to speak ill of the dead, is it? Forgive him his BABY GENIUSES, remember him not for BABY GENIUSES 2: SUPERBABIES, do what you will with PORKY'S (I maintain the first movie, however pureile at times, is a good example of early 80s nostalgia comedy -- though I am still chagrined that it outgrossed Barry Levinson's wonderful DINER in 1982) but light a candle in memory of the man who gave us A CHRISTMAS STORY and, to a lesser extent if you will, TURK 182! (exclamation mark part of the name.)
As well as BLACK CHRISTMAS, one of the films in the 70s that helped define the slasher genre.
See? The man was all over the map there. But he entertained people, made 'em happy, and helped Shep realize one of his most beloved stories, and you know? That's a darn good legacy.
"Bob Clark made me what I am today. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go, we've got a backdoor scene coming up next and I have to prepare."
also, excellent hacker-max icon.
Turk 182! is a preposterous modern-day Frank Capra like story about the little guy gettin around the big mean bad corrupt government and causing them to wave their fists and gnash their teeth every time he tags their "graffiti-proof train" or hack the football scoreboard.
If you watch it like that, it's pretty darn hilarious. OH THAT DARN TURK 182, WHERE WILL HE SHOW UP NEXT?
I guess I'm going to be the only one remembering him well for Turk 182!, then.
Not that I'm surprised.
Well, I do like it in its own way. But you gotta be in the right mood for an unlikely superhero story and enjoy your willing suspension of disbelief.
And nobody understands whenever I incorporate the message ZIMMERMAN FLEW! TYLER KNEW! into whatever it is I'm doing.
When I was a very small child, my parents brought me with them to the drive-in when they went to see Black Christmas.
They thought I would fall asleep in the back seat shortly after arrival. I didn't.
I had nightmares well into high school.
Sometimes I think I should go watch the movie again, as an adult. Sometimes I think it's best to leave things the way they are.
Yeah. The line between "closure" and "re-opening old wounds" can be very thin sometimes.
Which of the movies you named is "one of the worst pieces of garbage" ?
Horrible, horrible, horrible film. It was on HBO one time and, like a trainwreck, I couldn't look away.
The only time I laughed was when Abbie the Cat, who was sitting on the chair next to me, rolled over and fell off by accident.
It was truly a terrible day for cinem...
Okay, it was a terrible day for Canadian cinema.