Mike’s inaugural question is:
“You've been given the opportunity to host a midnight showing of any genre/cult film you want, and are sure to have a great crowd of like-minded fans who will join in. What's the one movie you're going to pick, and why?”
Awesome question, Mike. But a tough question. One film when I love so many? How’s a girl to choose?
I hummed and hawed for ages over this. I could have picked any one of hundreds fantastic films that everyone loves and that would guarantee and good and artistically rewarding time for me and my guests (you’re all coming, by the way, I won’t take no for an answer, don’t you ruin my imaginary evening). And while this would be great, and I’m sure we’d all have fun, I feel like I’d personally rather have a more participatory and social time with all you guys, something that’s pure fun and silliness where we could all laugh and get to know each other in environment of exuberant daftness. It’s just more the social me. So for that reason, I pick Die You Zombie Bastards!
For those of you that don’t know, just so you know what you’re in for, Die You Zombie Bastards! is ‘The World's First EVER Serial Killer Superhero Rock'n'Roll Zombie Road Movie Romance’. It’s a glorious rockabilly B-Movie trash fest of a tale that follows the exploits of serial killer Red Toole on his mission to rescue his beloved cannibal wife Violet from the evil clutches of his nemesis Barron Nefarious who’s various and dastardly plans include marrying Violet and turning the entire world into a race of zombie slaves. Along his way Red encounters not only zombies, but ninjas, robots, Angry Dog Men, Vlad the Impaler, giant mosquitoes, rockabilly-legend Hasil Adkins, Olaf the Cheese Demon, and a fishman with an enormous fishman appendage.
Also, if I’m honest, I picked it because I feel that as the host of this event it is my duty to share something of myself with my guests (because obviously it’s all about me) and DYZB does epitomise something of myself. I unreservedly love it and a lot of that love stems from the fact that it seems clear to me that the makers of this film loved it, utterly loved it. Loved it so much they just literally couldn’t stop. It’s bold and gleeful, saturated with bloody colour, bursting at its garish Frankenstein’s monster seams with so many crazy creatures and so much trashy, bloody messy madness. And that’s how I feel about horror, I want to grab hold of it and squeeze it with the kind of unashamedly uncontained childish excitement that leads small children to hug puppies to death. And that’s the kind of time I want everyone to have, I want everyone to feel like they could metaphorically love-squeeze a puppy to death (can’t believe I’ve just typed that sentence). So sod The Rocky Horror Picture Show, let’s all paint ourselves green or don our human skin cloaks and away to the hypothetical motion picture house posthaste!