Not so Basic Instincts: The Banker
What can I say? Sure I think Robert Forster is the hottest thing since low-fat cheese and yeah he just happens to be in the last two erotic thrillers I reviewed but that has nothing to do with why I chose The Banker as my next film. It just so happens that he made a few of these movies back in the day and I just tend to own them because like I said, he’s hot.
But there’s a lot going for The Banker besides Forster’s rippling muscles underneath tanned flesh. Seriously. There’s also Duncan Regehr, Jeff Conaway, Leif Garrett (just wait until I review Party Line, Leif’s best movie ever) and Richard Roundtree. I know, you want to know about the girls… Well, there’s the lovely Deborah Richter, there’s Teri Weigel (a porn star who can actually act) in a glorified cameo as Hooker #1 and Shanna Reed in the Anchorwoman in Peril role. It also has a wealthy murderer who isn’t against killing his victims with a crossbow! And Forster’s character sleeps in a tree house. And I don’t mean an Architectural Digest tree house; I mean his nephew’s tree house! In short, it’s got it all! Well, except a lot of sex, but more on that later…
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If loving Body Chemistry III is wrong, I don’t want to be right!
Published by Amanda By Night October 17th, 2008
in TOP TEN LIST.
What makes a great horror film anyway? Of course the answer is subjective and it truly relies on your ability to open yourself up to your own fears. The rest depends on the madmen behind and in front of the camera. Dario Argento says his greatest inspirations come from his dreams and almost any great horror film I can think of does lie in a surrealistic domain where one can feel the impossibility of the situation. But all dreams come from some germ of reality so in the end, the movie also has to anchor the viewer in a place, however strange, where we relate to at least a nugget of truth either in the situation or within ourselves.
Published by Amanda By Night October 11th, 2008
in INTERVIEWS.
David Heavener has played everything from a mentally unstable Viet Nam vet to a Ragin’ Cajun (in what else? Ragin’ Cajun!) to a down on his luck baseball player, yet the idea of Heavener donning a priest’s collar somehow still comes as a shock. Most people know this rugged actor as the dude kicking major boo-tae through various 90s indie action films (Kill Crazy, Kill or Be Killed, Twisted Fate). However, you might not be aware that he is behind the camera almost as often as he is in front of it. Much like Tom Laughlin (Billy Jack), Heavener figures the only way you’ll get something done the way you want is to do it yourself. In the last two decades, he has starred in-directed-produced-written over ten films. What is the key to his poly-hyphenated lifestyle? The modest filmmaker admits, “It is easy when you have good people around you, which is what I have. I love to act the most.” His latest creation, Confessions of an Exorcist started out just like all the others, but as things began to develop Heavener found that there just might be a home for an episodic series based on exorcisms. I tend to agree.
Published by Amanda By Night October 10th, 2008
in MOVIE REVIEWS (ALL) and NEWS.
Shriekfest is a great homespun kind of festival. It’s an intimate affair held at the Raleigh Studios in famous Hollywood, CA. I’m pretty big on the shorts the fest chooses because they are uniformly excellent but this year I could only manage to see two of the features, Lovecraft: Fear of the Unknown & Dark Reel… What I love so much about this festival is that not only is Raleigh Studios a fantastic studio to visit but you can sometimes find yourself hobnobbing with the likes of Harry Manfredini or Tony Todd, like I did this year. What can I say, it makes me feel important. So there.
Gregg Smith, where are you?
Gregg was the writer/producer/editor/director of Cover Story, an early 90s erotic thriller that spun a convoluted yet entertaining tale of a reporter and his obsession with a dead girl. It’s bit like the old Dana Andrew’s movie Laura, only with boobies. Also, there’s rap-music galore (Ram Luv, I adore you!), gay gangsters, Tuesday Knight (Nightmare on Elm Street 4) in the WORST wig in the history of wigs (Take that Loni Anderson!) and Robert Forster as the guy who couldn’t generate an emotion if you ate his kid in front of him (and yes, he’s STILL gorgeous!).
Those Brits love their zombies. As of late (and not counting the great George Romero) they’re the ones that have really been bringing something to a subgenre that should have already burned itself out. Both 28 Days Later and Shaun of the Dead took two disparate approaches and brought back two fabulous films. The Vanguard is the latest flick from across the lake to do their version on zombies vs. man, but it looks like the subgenre has indeed finally worn itself out. Or this movie just isn’t very good. Or maybe it’s a little of both…
Published by Amanda By Night September 4th, 2008
in TOP TEN LIST.
The slasher genre always did get a bum rap. It might have made oodles of dinero for the production companies, but they still turned their back on their product for fear of becoming victims to the backlash. Still, as with any tried and true formula, the slasher blueprint became a staple in other types of films. They might deny it, but many a film took the conventions and just dressed them up all pretty, hoping no one would notice the soiled underpinnings. Here are the 10+ movies that came to mind when I thought about films that fell into different genres but retained a little of the slash.
