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Weekend Discussion Thread: MSTed Movie You’d Like to Live InAlert reader Charles asks (Have we done this? I’ve long since given up trying to keep track):
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parts: the clonus horror. It would be oddly comforting to know that somewhere out there was a rock-stupid version of myself available to donate organs to me as needed.
Starcrash –
I would love to fly through space while doing a scientific study of the effects of artificial gravity and Caroline Munro’s… wardrobe.
The Crawling Eye: The Video Game. OK, so your character gets on a train in Switzerland, and…
Oh, sorry, on to the new WDT!
Magical lands. I DON’T hate magical lands.
Hollow Mountain would be a great place for a relaxing vacation. Ride some horses. Visit the market. Watch the quaint peasant parade. Explore the swamp, er, wetland. Shoot a dinosaur.
Well, OF COURSE it would be the world of The Skydivers. I would most certainly hang out at the airport, watching the plane land and hanging out with beatniks holding chickens. When I wanted a change of pace, I’d treat myself to a sloe gin fizz at The Sky Diver in beautiful downtown wherever the heck this movie is located, then it would be off to the airport again, to party with a Scotsman and all the young people while rocking out to Jimmy Bryant and the Night Jumpers. Plus, bonus, if I couldn’t afford my Doan’s pills, I’m sure I could make an arrangement with the pharmacist and trade something (in my case, a dozen cookies – that pharmacist seems pretty easy).
So move to Hollywood already! (ba-dum-tiss)
I’d like to visit The Day Time Ended for a short time. I’ve never done hard drugs, and I’d like the experience without all the risk.
My life could use some bizarre hilarity, so it’s off to the world of Jack Frost.
Oh, Starcrash, of course.
Where the women all look like Caroline Munro and sound like Candy Clark, all the men look like a very young David Hasselhoff or Marjoe, and Alexa sounds like Hamilton Camp.
The Republicrats are led by the saintly Christopher Plummer and the Demicans are led by the insane Joe Spinell. On Saturday nights, you can go out and destroy a few pitchers at the crawfish shack with the off-duty Chief of Police, Bob Tessier.
Yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.
I would like to visit the world of Werewolf.
I looked like it would be quite fun digging for ancient artifacts in abandoned stone quarries!
It would also be nice to learn the art of instant hair style changes.
And lest I forget.. A rousing game or two of billiards with a beautiful braless female
would be absolutely fascinating!
Will also come as no surprise to regular readers that I would hop on board the good ship Catalina for a chance to live in the world of Catalina Caper as a free-spirited teenager with no worries, no school work, and no responsibilities. Sun and surf all day, beach parties with bonfires and dancing at night. No cell phones, no internet. Tommy Kirk for a platonic (and I do mean platonic!) boy friend. Pretend all the stupid adults don’t even exist. Hope The Monkees show up on the beach, although they are probably still in Malibu (scratch that — half of them are in pop music heaven).
I’d like to go to stay, if it involves long, brisk walks through the desert with Marcy Lafferty in a velvet sweatshift.
Mamma Mia.
“Sweatshift”–CAN WE DO SOMETHING ABOUT GETTING AN EDIT BUTTON BACK??????
the mystical and square headed world of Jack Frost. not only are you assured of not being the craziest, most hideous or unhygienic person on your block; the possibility of randomly becoming a self absorbed bear person makes it the closest thing to Nirvana for me.
I think the world I’d find interesting would be Commando Cody’s. The science is so goofy I imagine that world would be a planet sized Mystery Spot.
I would say Blood Waters of Dr. Z, but in a sense I’m already living there (the film was shot very close to my hometown). So I think I’ll say Moon Zero Two. Imagine working in a base on the moon, and partying in a nightclub where the gravity gets turned off occasionally and you get to float around for awhile. And when you’re done, you can watch the Earth out your window. Cool!
Mine would be ‘Santa Claus’, because the world would be a better place if we had a real Santa who delivered toys to poor kids and battled demons.
Moon Zero Two, for sure, with its space travel for the masses and late 60’s psychedelic music. Plus, Catherine Von Schell and Carol Cleveland.
Don’t forget about Love’s Pit Barbeque for all your special events or just because it’s lunchtime.
The world of The Giant Gila Monster. Sure a giant gila monster may eat you, but mostly you hang around with crazy teens at the closet-sized malt shop and drag race. You even meet the coolest DJ ever, and go to the barn dance. Plus you have a French exchange student girlfriend.
Or be one of the kids in any Gamera movie since you basically rule the world! (except Gamera vs Zigra, those kids can’t seem to even get a coke!)
Oh, Love’s Pit Barbeque did the nicest spread for our niece’s wedding. And it was so reasonably priced! Their coleslaw wasn’t as good as mine, of course, but we can’t all be Dark Grandmas of Side Dishes.
And we’ve always appreciated that they do the Jello fruit salad in liturgical colors, dont’cha know.
On the thirteenth moon of Jupiter, of course.
To be fought over by the Fire Maidens.
When does my rocket leave?…………
ODATMB. I have enough credits to be more than an Anteater. I could dopple in just about anything I wanted. Living on Flav-o-fives.
Have you considered switching your spellcheck back on? True, it’s annoying to see that squiggly red line under a word that’s not in its dictionary. And it doesn’t catch misspellings if its still a reel (sic) word. But it can be handy for those times when one of your fingers accidentally hits the wrong key. Speaking as someone who once used the Edit feature when it was still available, I can assure you it was more trouble than it was worth.
Well, the Dark Ages world of “The Undead”, of course.
Ahhh, for a simpler time, when men were men, women were women (unless they were witches), imps were imps.
When Satan was not incarnate evil, but merely amateurish and grimace-inducing.
And entertainment: the improvisational folk music stylings of Smoulkin… the slightly mischievous cavorting by Billy Barty… the modern dance by Fruma Sarah and the Graveyard Gals.
Aw, who am I kidding… we all know my real reason is Livia/Allison Hayes! :)
Please explain to us how it was troubling. Wasn’t it a simple case of just not using it if you so preferred? Inquiring minds want to know.
i already lived in the Starfighters world.
where would i like to live:
A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies.
Racket Girls. I could either be a wrestler or work for Mr. Big. Maybe both.
At the time I used it (during the previous discussion for Invasion of the Neptune Men), the post in question was removed and not returned until Sampo had a chance to approve it.
I would like the little girl from Gamera vs. Zigra that keeps asking for a coke through the movie to be adopted by Bigfoot from Cry Wilderness and I would own the Coca- Cola franchise for that area. I would make enough money in a month from those two “coke” heads to retire for life.
if you can pull off the zombie on LSD look i’d say go for the double agent bookie. just…let the whole apartment thing go, okay?
Hey as long as you’re not skimming from the boss, I don’t care where you live. And I’m more like 2 Peaches smushed together, and hopefully smarter than about 3 of them.
Ya know, I always wanted to visit Denmark. Maybe drop in on the Royal Family. Perhaps dance with Ophelia at the royal dance. Then stay for a soliloquy or two. Fun times!
Time Chasers would be nice, to go ten years into the future for a nice salad.
Thanks for the tip, and the clip, Pete_plums. That was crazy, man… crazy!
I have not seen the movie but I will keep an eye out for it. :)
As good a scrounger as I thought I was, the only place I can find it is on Amazon Prime.
BTW, the coffee house is Eric “Big Daddy” Nord’s Gas House, in L.A., with Big Daddy himself on bongos.
Dopple me into the world of “The Horrors of Spider Island”, where hot women dance and cavort in their underwear, ready to crawl all over the first guy they see. Sure, there’s the occasional chance encounter with a scowling, crab-sized spider — but it’s slow and clearly depends on the stupidity of its victims, so I’m sure I can handle it.
The world of The Creeping Terror would be interesting to live in. Your life narrated by a disembodied voice; boozy mid-afternoon dances; animate carpet samples with shapely gams hanging out of the front …
The LA of Girl in the Gold Boots in the late sixties. The Haunted House looks like a fun place to hang before swinging over to the Whisky A Go Go and LOSING MY PRETTTTY MINNNNNNNNNNNNND!
OK, have to say something off-topic…
Just watched the BluRay of “Black Scorpion” *cough*pb*cough* Uncut and beautifully restored, OTHER THAN THE STUPID DROOLING CARTOON-Y FACES ON THE SCORPIONS, that is the Citizen Kane of 50’s b&w monster movies.
I’ll pretend to tie this to the topic–it features the most dignified, non-patronizing, and respectful representations of both rural Mexican life and Mexican officaldom in the big city I’ve ever seen from this era. And move right in with Mara Corday into that big but empty professionally-decorated hacienda?
To quote the great Mel Blanc, “Sí.”
If it weren’t for the rampant misogynism (a really big “if”), the world of The Brain That Wouldn’t Die would be kind of interesting. First, the laws of nature seem to not exist: unattached heads stay alive, emote and talk endlessly in lasagna pans full of neck juice; and people seem to regularly get unstuck in time and space and shift to other dimensions. Gruesome car crashes involving fire and decapitation can go unnoticed for days. Attractive women pick you up on the street and take you to afternoon swimsuit competitions in local bars. Betty Rubble keeps a pile of cameras in her flat and you can come over and photograph her on Wednesdays and Saturdays. The local intelligentsia regularly meets in a sleazy strip club. And everyone listens to sleazy, slutty music all day on K-PORN(“K-POORRRN”). Finally, titles of movies inexplicably change by the end credits . . .
Actually, it does, doesn’t it? They certainly have a good house band. I’d be a bit concerned about the oily, thuggish management, though. Plus, the “Gold Boot Dancers” seem to be stuck in a time warp: no matter what song the band is playing, they do the exact same dance in the exact same way. Talk about “Help, I’m in another dimension!” You come in and can’t ever leave, and you get served the same plate of nachos again and again through all eternity.
After reviewing my two comments above, I would add that having a night on the town in any MSTied movie would be interesting. Even the sleaziest places have such a remarkably mixed clientele: the strip club in The Brain That Wouldn’t Die where you can meet the panel from What’s My Line? and Eleanor Roosevelt; the Haunted House, where mom and pop can take the kids to dinner and watch the go-go dancers; the biker bar in Werewolf where grannies gather of an evening to listen to harpsichord music and shoot pool . . .
Yeah, its there, but sadly with the accompanying message “Currently Unavailable”. :(
On the plus side, you inspired me to seek out unwatched films featuring Ms. Hayes. I did find (on AP) an interesting little film called Counterplot, 1959 with Forrest Tucker. It might just be my affinity for the leading lady talking (and she is fabulous in it), but I found it had an engaging and twisty plot. Worth a watch.
Sorry that I’m way off topic. :/
Before I tear into my “delicious ” Papa Gino’s salad, I’ll visit my local Shawmut or Baybank Branch and deposit $100. After that, I’ll take the Petey plane to the future and bask in that sweet, sweet interest!
Sadly this scenario is no longer possible due to banking laws that require seizure of inactive accounts. You can’t just let an account sit and collect interest without occasionally making deposits or withdrawals.
Teenagers From Outer Space –
Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a quiet town where Gramps will rent you a room even though you don’t have a dime and his granddaughter will make goo-goo eyes at you even though you are wearing a duck tape decorated jump suit and you just brought her the scorched tags from her skeletonized pooch. Granddaughter takes you to swim at the pool of the richest girl in town and blondie runs her eyes up and down your torso when she greets you. Yes, that would be a good movie to live in after the giant crustacean’s are dispatched. Have a Nyquilada on me, Gramps. Cheers!
Hey, now, Mister, you stay out of my cookbooks!