Mechanical Candle (ersatzinsomnia) wrote,
Mechanical Candle

"Gentlemen! You can't fight in here! This is the war room!"

So, we're coming down to the wire here. Only a few more movie nights to go. And it turns out that it's a lot easier to select movies when they aren't all boxed up and have to be hunted through by the index. A further handicap is making sure the pair are a reasonable length, since movie night has to be Thursday this week. And the dark-comedy-docudrama night was cancelled when I remembered why I'm never showing Man Bites Dog. Plus artsy flicks are reserved for next time. So, what am I to do? Perhaps it's time to get serious. Perhaps its time to contemplate that most malodorous invention of mankind. This is a horror night, right? So this week, (prompted in no small part by the discovery that the two movies are exactly next to each other in the alphabetical organization) we will devote to the greatest horror of all civilization. Nay, of all history, for it predates civilization. And anyone laughing will be shot, for, you see, War is serious business...

The Pavlovian Fascist: Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964, 95 minutes) Stanley Kubric realizes that the film adaptation of a tense drama about international tensions leading to nuclear war is actually hilarious, and proceeds to direct Peter Sellers in three of his greatest roles ever. Ranking in the top 10 of enough "best of" lists to become actively boring, the late Gene Siskel's favorite film. In all seriousness, this may be the most beloved film I've ever screened at movie night, and there's very little I could write here that would properly add to its laurels. A dark, satirical comedy, it focuses on a single rouge general, paranoid about fluoridation in the water supply, attempting to initiate nuclear war with the Soviet Union by hijacking the failsafe system designed to assure mutual destruction. A laugh riot, right? Immensely popular even in the tense political wake of JFK's assassination (which event caused a delay in the release), it's generally considered to be one of the greatest satirical comedies ever made.

The Marxist Commune: Duck Soup (1933, 68 minutes) Confession time. My sense of humor derives entirely from episodes of MST3K, the old 'short attention span theater,' and the Marx brothers. This is my favorite comedy of all time. Referenced, imitated, homage-d, and flat out stolen on many occasions, this is the best of the 'brothers, all of the great without any of the tedium. (We even get away without any harp solos!) Appointed dictator of the nation of Freedonia, Groucho (as Rufus T. Firefly) is immediately embroiled in international intrigue with the neighboring nation of Sylvania, and must match wits with their master spies, Chico and Harpo. War, in all its farcical majesty, is inevitable.

WARNING: Haven't seen it in years. Worried about being disappointed.
Tags: horror flicks, movie night
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