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Back when we weren’t writing about movies, we somehow had much more time to watch them. Oh yeah, we didn’t have a child then, either. In those days we’d just rent up a passel of movies (often ones the wife wanted to watch) crack open a few cold ones and let ‘er rip! Soon enough, and totally at random, we’d be watching a movie like Ulee’s Gold, starring Peter Fonda. Then the wife would go to bed and we’d watch a horrible ‘80s horror movie like Spasms and wouldn’t you know it? There’s Peter Fonda again! What a great, but totally unintentional Double Bill. That’s what synchronicity or coincidence or whatever will get you. You see, there’s so much stuff going on all the time that if you look hard enough, you’ll find some type of connection between almost any two things – and what a great way to come up with your own fun double feature. Fast forward ten years and we got the silly idea to make a column out of the Double Bill concept, conveniently forgetting that these coincidental Double Bills were always cooked up AFTER THE FACT. Way to go, Kurt! So now we’re lookin’, sweatin’ trying to figure out how to keep you entertained with oddball Double Bills that seem effortless, but we gotta tell you, it ain’t easy! (Nor is grammar, film criticism, or typing for that matter, never mind the fact that in my almost ten years of online film criticism I’ve made a grand total of 42 dollars, and that money came in one lump sum after the first few months, with cash nevermore crossing our threshold.) Yes, this kind of work can be devilishly hard. Devilish, I tells ya! Like this month’s Double Bill featuring two demonically bad boys, the Turkish terror know as The Deathless Devil, and the movie that tapped that nail further into Linda Blair’s cinematic coffin, Exorcist II: The Heretic.
The Deathless Devil
keeps up a breathless pace, with so much action in every ten
minutes as to defy description. The plot, awful dubbing,
horrible subtitles, low-rent sets and fast-motion fight scenes
(one about every three minutes) also defy description. The robot
appears to be made of cardboard and you can see the actor’s arms
showing through in the final fight scene – but there’s lots of
weird nods to America, including musical versions of the Pink
Panther theme song, Wichita Lineman and the early synth hit
Popcorn by Hot Butter during the ludicrous coda to keep you
slapping your forehead as tears and sweat spring from your dome.
Check it out on its own double bill DVD from Mondo Macabro, with
another Turkish delight, Tarkan and the Vikings.
But Regan really has
no hope, as her other savior is another Catholic Priest (Father
Lamont, played with stupid-lethargic frenzy by Richard Burton)
who tries to beat a blazing fire to submission with a wooden
crutch while screeching ‘the flames! The flames!’ Can Lamont
save Regan – a gal who seems to be doing perfectly fine without
all the hypnotic meddling, by the way – with the help of James
Earl Jones, a bunch of locusts, and some of the stupidest
double-exposure effects in history? (Effects meant to be scary,
but only reinforcing the fact that Heretic is two-hours of
utterly misguided hilarity.) We really don’t care, because we
get Blair’s cherubic face, deliciously bouncy boobs and buns,
and a show-stopping sequence intercutting between MacNeil
tap-dancing and Lamont getting stoned by angry Catholic
Ethiopians. It doesn’t get any worse – and better – than this!
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