Monday, September 15, 2014

The Greatest Movie...

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... where a stripper blows out the candles...
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.. and a rat pops out of the cake?


I kind of just want to keep posting frames from this sequence...

... instead of writing anything...

... because I find it...

... endlessly hysterical.

Yes that's 80s straight-to-VHS skin-goddess Shannon Tweed as a proper mother with pearls, hence the stripper comment. This movie was one of John Waters picks for the "Movies I'm Jealous I Didn't Make" portion of his retrospective at The Film Society of Lincoln Center last week; he also showed my beloved Final Destination, which he introduced, and the combination of the two kind of broke my brain. In the greatest way imaginable.


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