I Wonder Whatever Happened to Souixie? On this day in 1980, after some heavy drinking, Bon Scott, vocalist for heavy metal band AC/DC, is found in a friend's automobile choked on his own vomit. Obviously, better your own than someone else�s, but still a pretty lousy way to go. Can DNA be extracted from vomit? Or do I watch too much CSI? I know I watch a lot of movies. Here are 3 more recent titles. Cry of the Banshee: Oh dear god, Terry Gilliam did the opening titles and I was waiting for the Sousa Liberty Bell march to begin once the image of Vincent Price�s head cracked open like an egg, spewing forth little animated cutout demons. In this Samuel Z. Arkoff disappointment, Vincent Price gets to do what he does best: chewing the scenery. He plays a magistrate with a yen for killing witches and basically anyone who ticks him off in the least. He manages to piss off the head local priestess of Satan, Oona, and a pox is placed upon his house with the help of the possessed werewolf, Roderick. However, if you were looking for the said Banshee of the movie title, this movie ain�t got one. It does, however, have a rabid dog whose barking is dubbed by a barking person. And quite a few scenes of bodices getting ripped open. Partially filmed at the country residence of W.S. Gilbert (of Gilbert and Sullivan, natch). Murders in the Rue Morgue: Well, if what you were expecting was the Poe story about a murderous ape who stuffs bodies up chimneys, this isn�t it. This piece of Arkoff madness features Jason Robards, Christine Kauffman (former wife of Tony Curtis), and Michael Dunn (Loveless from the original Wild Wild West series). A troupe of actors is performing a version of Murders on the Rue Morgue, when a madman begins tossing acid into the faces of previous troupe members, which oddly kills them instantly. What the hell kind of acid is that? I know Hydrofluoric Acid will screw you up like nobody�s business � according to Hubster, if you spill it on your arm, the best way to take care of it is to cut off your arm. Anyway, there�s a huge love triangle (or quadrangle, I began to lose touch after awhile) and lots of axe murders. And more acid. And flash-forwards as well as flash-backs. I�d rather have watched the actual Poe story, thank you. Vanity Fair: This is a luscious version of Thackeray�s infamous Becky Sharp with Reese Witherspoon in the lead role. Sumptuous costumes and scenery abound and oh, the whole thing is just delicious. I did get a little lost here and there because of chunks of the book that obviously had to be deleted out, but still. Isn�t it funny how I usually have very little to say about the good movies? Oh, and here�s a brief conversation with Hubster: But we did discover there�s just enough time for schtupping each other while waiting for the Freschetta� pizza to cook. Yowza!
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