Wordless Recapitulation

Director: David Lynch

Country: US

Year of Release: 1984

Runtime: 137 mins.

Director: Bruce Kessler

Country: US

Year of Release: 1971

Runtime: 99 mins.

Director: David Lynch

Country: US

Year of Release: 1997

Runtime: 134 mins.

Director: Jim Jarmusch

Country: US

Year of Release: 1995

Runtime: 121 mins.

Director: Wong Kar-Wai

Country: Hong Kong

Year of Release: 1995

Runtime: 96 mins.

Director: George Lucas

Country: US

Year of Release: 1971

Runtime: 88 mins.

Director: Alejandro Jodorowsky

Country: Mexico
Year of Release: 1970

Runtime: 125 mins.

Cult-Induced Time Warp: Triple Review!

Okay, so I might be a little behind.  But here I am -- I alone survived to tell you -- in three abrupt, terrible, and probably not-all-that-worth-it reviews.  But I can't let something silly like inability stop me.  Onward Christian soldiers...err...welll, you know.

Hunchback of the Morgue (1973); dir. Javier Aguirre

Director: Javier Aguirre

Country: Spain

Year of Release: 1973

Runtime: 82 mins.

Other Titles: El Jorobado de la Morgue, The Hunchback of the Rue Morgue, Rue Morgue Massacres

This has been a week of firsts.  My first Blind Dead sequel.  My first Jess Franco movie.  And now my first Paul Naschy movie, too.  And boy it is a brilliant cornucopia of weirdness.  Some consider it his best film.  But ultimately it's a movie I can't offer unqualified love.

The Huge Ever Growing Electric Wizard Movie List That Rules From the Center of the Ultraworld

I have seen the many faces of Gods, and I call them all rock n' roll. -- Julian Cope 

The Electric Wizard maintaineth the cult of the riff!

The Rites of Frankenstein (1972); dir. Jesus Franco

Director: Jesus Franco

Country: Spain

Year of Release: 1972

Runtime: ~80 mins.

Other Titles: La Maldicion de Frankenstein, The Erotic Rites of Frankenstein, The Curse of Frankenstein

Jess Franco's dreams are dreams of another order.  I swear they have an actual psychic potency.  I watched this twice last night.  In a row.  The first time I felt like acid had bored a hole through my brain.  The second time I became its willing slave.  Life imitates art?