Not since Gene Wilder made nice with his monster in Young Frankenstein or the cannibal mutant got the girl (Tucker and Dale vs. Evil) have our deformed horror staples been so effectively pulled from their scar tissue and replaced with loving stitches. We needed these films, like a salve to our nation’s red vs. blue infection.
Tagged: Los Angeles
Writing in City Beat‘s annual Best of L.A. issue, Andy Klein suggests we “rule out: Double Indemnity (1944), The Big Sleep (1946), D.O.A. (1950), Sunset Blvd. (1950), Kiss Me Deadly[…]