By Max Dropout
The early 1980s for American Cinema was a dire celluloid wasteland. Outside of a few exceptions, Hollywood was taking no chances, much like the country at large. In 1984, the consensus was that the United States was going to hell in an Orwellian hand-basket. Ronald Reagan had just won a second term as president, white-picketed WASP wombs were channeling yuppies into suburban streets, and synthesized new wave music dominated the airwaves. Then along came writer/director Alex Cox’s (“Sid and Nancy”) dark comedy, “Repo Man,” a grimy, filthy, anxiety-ridden piece of work from the epicentre of the Reagan era. Continue reading
By Max Dropout’
This was the sequel that many say should never have happened, and only served to destroy the first film’s reputation as a brilliant sensual assault. While the original film is still highly regarded by select critics and maintains a steady cult following, the sequels that followed tarnished “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” brand in the eyes of the general public and reduced the series to just another slasher franchise, for which 1980s horror is best known.
Today, the chainsaw wielding, flesh-for-fashion-minded mute known as Leatherface holds rank amongst the other iconic likenesses of Freddy Krueger, Jason Vorhees, and Michael Meyers… which to a degree holds a certain prestige in itself. But still, Leatherface and the auspicious debut which spawned national panic and controversy was the earliest of the pack and more than likely defined the massive death shape that swooped in on a firm ass and shapely breasts, with a very possible and transgressive threat. Continue reading