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Troll 2. Luka watched this movie several times now in order to properly review it. You people owe her big time.
The shopkeeper in this scene turned out to be a mental patient on a day pass. Years later, he admits that the nut-jobbery you see in his eyes is the real deal. He’s better now, thanks to proper medication, but sanity’s gain is Hollywood’s loss, don’t you think?
Jimmy the Groundhog doesn’t know this guy’s the Mayor, just that his meaty ear looks like it would be good with some Steve’s Pepper Sauce. The Mayor keeps his composure somewhat, but he knows people. This will not go unanswered, be assured. Jimmy the Groundhog is going to get a visit from Mickey the Wrench and Tommy the Anvil.
The crowning of this year’s Miss Amazonas in Brazil would have gone unnoticed by the world if not for a last minute performance by the runner-up.
That Susie, she’s such a doll. She’s a life-sized doll that little Nancy dresses up to look like herself, even going so far as to share the same hairstyle. “You know how it is,” says Nancy’s dad in this film, “when a little girl has no brothers or sisters.” Yeah, we know how it is, dad. It’s called extreme narcissism, and your daughter’s rejecting relationships with real children in favor of a plastic reflection of herself. Nice parenting there, pops. Now that the family’s got the idea of seatbelts nailed down, maybe we can move counseling for your child a little higher up in the agenda. Why is it that whenever they show us a film about the value of seatbelts they always feature people we wouldn’t mind seeing flung out from the passenger-side door on a tight turn. Still, there is a cloying sweetness to the juvenile “Love Object” relationship we find in Safetybelt For Susie (1962).
From Skullard’s Postcard Collection: Remember those innocent days of yesteryear where beauty queens toured on busses and could stand in a straight line without being told to do so? No one was yanking anyone else’s tiara off and throwing it to the ground. All the girls were graceful and charming, driving from town to town to bring beauty and poise to all. Of course, once they were back on the bus and on the road, who knows what went on between these women, but I like to imagine it was a tight community of fun-loving, supportive lesbians who lived life to the fullest. At least, that how I’m going to imagine it.
