I visited the Paramount Vault on Youtube for a free movie last night and found Shanks. If you have an evening to kill, this movie would be worth it. While the story is campy and wandering, it’s a thrill to watch the dead corpses animated by a puppeteer. The violence is timid enough that I could imagine it playing on late-night tv in the 80s. A total throwback!
Castle, William. Shanks, Paramount Pictures, 1974.
I discovered Motel Hell yesterday. I went into it with no expectations, but I figured I’d like it because it was ultimate 80s—which was surprising since it was made at the very start of the decade. It turned out to be completely weird and awesome!
Connor, Kevin. Motel Hell, United Artists, 1980.
I’ve been feeling sentimental lately about being Irish, so I looked up a famous Irish witch. I found a lyrical article about Biddy Early, an 18th-century seer and healer. She was exactly the kind of witch I’d be: resourceful, generous and wise. Her magic came from her relationship with the fairies, which is also quite appropriate for me, being a fairy myself. Wink, wink.
I have to admit that it is easy to forget one’s magic when caught up in a world largely made up of unfeeling narcissists. I’m fortunate to have many close, wise and magical friends, but dealing with the day-to-day corporate drones can wear away at one’s soul. Reading up on Biddy Early reminded me that me being Irish means that my blood is full of magic passed down to me from generations of Celts.
Read up on Irish fairy lore and the story of Biddy Early in the article The Story of Biddy Early: Ireland’s Most Famous Witch and Faery Friend.
This melting corpse fountain by Locked in the Cellar was a highlight of the Dark Carnival!