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Get Crazy (1983)

Allan Arkush is most known as the director of the late-’70s cult hit Rock ’n’ Roll High School, one of my favorite films of all time. But, in 1983, he made an even cultier flick, one that barely got released, despite a great cast and an even greater soundtrack: Get Crazy, also one of my favorite films of all time, if not more so.

Some have called this a sequel, but while it’s not a literal continuation, it’s definitely a spiritual one, featuring a group of regular shmoes who chaotically run the historic Saturn Theater as they go up against the ruling class of moneymen who wish to not only destroy the Saturn, but own the world with their dollar bills. Think Ms. Togar on a sleazier scale.

While the story of stage manager Neil (Daniel Stern) and his crazy crew taking on the slimy Colin Beverly (Ed Begley Jr.) might seem like a routine one, the comedy is very much in the same vein of Rock ’n’ Roll High School, filled with plenty of sight gags; here, even the drama is played for silly laughs, an artform that seems to be lost.

The music undeniably makes the movie so good, featuring (mostly) famous singers in faux roles, such as King Blues (Bill Henderson), Nada (featuring Fear’s Lee Ving) and the surprisingly hilarious Lou Reed as the reclusive Auden, who scores big with a transcendently gorgeous tune that plays as the credits roll. Best of all is the incomparable Malcolm McDowell as the Jagger-like prick Reggie Wanker, a veteran rocker so wrapped up in his self-importance that, when he’s accidentally dosed by the shadowy drug dealer roaming the theater, his most prized possession becomes his turgid conscience, showing him the error of ways — complete with a British accent.

While Arkush is still a director (mostly for television), it truly is a shame he never became as big as contemporaries like Spielberg and so on. As you watch Get Crazy, though, you realize it’s probably because his eye for truly bizarre and outlandish comedy was so far ahead of its time, they had no idea what do with him and, honestly, probably still don’t. —Louis Fowler

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Legend (1985)

Even though I’m typically the first one to openly ridicule many modern films focusing on fantastical fare along the lines of goblins, hobbits and elves, there are a few from the 1980s I unabashedly enjoy, with one of them being the 1985 Ridley Scott flick Legend, a favorite video rental of my mother.

I have to admit that, during my many childhood viewings, even though I was somewhat lost in the plot, as soon as Tim Curry’s demonic creature Darkness showed up in the third act, the fear of God was in me and it didn’t matter what had come before, as I was engrossed.

And that Bryan Ferry song playing over the credits? I’ve always loved that tune.

Tom Cruise is Jack, a forest dweller in love with the lovely Princess Lili (Mia Sara). In order to impress her, like most men would do, he shows her the secret unicorns roaming the woods. However, some evil demons are looking for the same beasts, mostly to steal their horns which apparently are imbued with some kind of magic.

This causes an immediate winter in the forest, as Jack and his newfound elven buddies try to make it down to the underworld to rescue Lili and regain the horn. That’s all well and good, but the place is ruled by Darkness, who, if you ask me, is the most perfect realization of a Satan-like creature in all of film. He is truly some scary stuff, although I heard women say he’s erotic. (Chances are they were looking for attention.)

When originally released, Legend was a bit of a bomb, and I can see why: The film suffers from a case of overimagination, almost creating its own rules and language — something that hurts many nonderivative films, as many moviegoers just want something they can get in and out of in around 90 minutes.

And, bless the studio, in the original theatrical cut, they sliced much of Scott’s work down to right around 90 minutes.

That being said, after viewing the director’s cut, I think he ably did his best to craft a modern-day fairy tale in the studio system, with actual thought put into it, so of course they didn’t want it. This isn’t just kids running around shouting made-up words like morons. But, you know, that’s the kind of fantasy that sells and this didn’t, so what do I know? —Louis Fowler

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Lawnmower Man 2: Jobe’s War (1996)

Before I even get to the film, when did the subtitle become Jobe’s War? I always remember it being Beyond Cyberspace, but maybe I’m in one of those Mandela holes so prevalent these days.

Regardless, in this sequel to The Lawnmower Man — a Stephen King adaptation I never saw and probably never will— Jobe (Matt Frewer), a mentally handicapped and perpetually legless landscaper who loves comics and cake, is put to work by a heartless corporation to design a cyberworld inside of some sort of a super chip.

Outside, as the world is mired in a low-rent end-of-civilization-style collapse, a group of subterranean youths and their wacky dog are contacted by Jobe to find the comically apocalyptic Dr. Trace (a moustache-less Patrick Bergin) and help him decipher part of the super chip. Too bad it’s a trick and, drunk on power, Jobe has ATMs spit out money and fire hydrants shoot fire.

It’s all part of his plan to rule cyberspace as a god; personally, I don’t see a problem, but Trace and the kids do, jumping into the information superhighway, hopping on their “cyber-bikes” and taking on Jobe with a rather run-of-the-mill swordfight before the extremely rushed ending.

Still, would I be wrong in saying I kind of liked it?

Fitting in on the virtually imagined circuit board of pre-internet features like Virtuosity and Brainscan, Lawnmower Man 2 makes little to no sense, but in a way, that’s probably its strongest feature; it’s a disjointed film with characters that weirdly respond to one another, much of the time feeling like we’re in the dreams of another Frewer character, Max Headroom.

As long as we’re changing film titles, how about Matt Frewer Presents Tales from the Chip: Jobe’s War? Just a thought … —Louis Fowler

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Demons 2 (1986)

Call me blasphemous if you must, but I’ve always seen Demons 2 as a far superior movie to the first film.

I originally picked up discount VHS copies of both flicks at Suncoast Video in ninth grade and secretly watched both in the video editing booth at school, mostly due to their undoubtedly satanic nature that would have brought me hell at home.

Demons is somewhat fondly remembered by Italian horror fans for its wholly cinematic rampage in a Brigadoon-like movie house where an audience full of grating stereotypes is mysteriously locked in as a sketchy film about Nostradamus inspires the gates of hell to open and the titular beasts to wreak havoc on the world.

In Demons 2, however, a remake (I believe) shows on television, one that the once-again stereotypical denizens of an apartment building are all watching. Starting with a wholly whiny woman having a birthday party where she throws a temper tantrum every few minutes sobbing about God knows what, a demon pops out of the TV showing the film and possesses her, rather violently.

Now a demon herself, as she throat-rips all of the partygoers into demons themselves — not sure how that works, but I’ll go with it — they, in turn, infect the other tenants, including members of a health club, a small boy and, in one of the movie’s evilest aspects, an adorable dog I named Mr. Scruffles.

Meanwhile, two uninfected heroes try to survive the night, with varying results.

With far better special effects pulled off in far more imaginative ways, Demons 2 has a slight Gothic riff on the first one, with the main difference being the soundtrack, featuring great tunes by The Smiths, The Cult, and Love and Rockets, to name a blackened few. That’s more than enough to recommend it as far as I’m concerned. —Louis Fowler

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The Brotherhood of Satan (1971)

Most small children are disturbed and frightened by movies they were too young to have ever watched. I, on the other hand, had shaking nightmares simply about the VHS box for The Brotherhood of Satan, creating a dreamworld of horrific visions that recently came back the other night after I viewed the flick for the first time ever — and still about that damn VHS box!

In case you never saw the box, it was released on cheapo label GoodTimes Home Video sometime in the late ’80s. The cover featured the head satanist handling a knife as a couple of absolutely catatonic kids stood behind him, if I remember it correctly. It was one of the worst images in my fragile mind for a long time, only because it seemed so real, thanks to parents who put the fear of Satan deep in me.

Although the movie has a few solid Luciferian chills here and Mephisto-friendly spills there, it’s too bad there was no way for it to live up to the prepubescent expectation of downright fear and absolute loathing. I should have known better.

Playing out like a big-budget retelling of Manos: The Hands of Fate, a road-tripping family is caught in a small town when their car breaks down; as they try to find help, children drive voodoo-inclined army tanks over anyone entering city limits. I’m not sure how these travelers got passed them, but as they try to convince the yokel cops that something strange is afoot, their small daughter suddenly disappears.

Turns out a group of elderly satanists are trying to possess the kids, if only so they can live another some-odd hundred years. Truthfully, if I had to stay in that shitty small town, I’d just let the Lord take my soul because I ain’t doing another century of that.

Helmed by television director Bernard McEveety and surprisingly produced by character actors L.Q. Jones and Alvy Moore, The Brotherhood of Satan has a trace of a frighteningly good idea here — one fraught with my own childhood fears of who we’re taught satanists truly are. For all of their dark intentions, they just can’t pull it off.

If you ever hear about a documentary regarding spooky video slipcases and the nightmares they invoked in kid, please point it my way. —Louis Fowler

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