WHAT: A Deep Cult Double Feature of John Waters’ classics, Pink Flamingos followed by Desperate Living!
WHEN: Monday April 25th at 7:30pm (EST)
WHERE: The Junction at Monroe
WHY: Because legendary Trash Cinema filmmaker turns John Waters 70 years old April 22nd. It only makes sense that we should celebrate.
Hey Gang, The Primal Root here, and I am just so goddamn thrilled to announce our Deep Cult John Waters Turns 70 Double Feature I can hardly stand it! One night only, we will be watching John’s legendary exercise in bad taste, the cult classic, Pink Flamingos starring the the most beautiful leading lady the cinematic universe has ever known, the late Divine along with Mink Stole and Edith Massey. We’ll be following up this nauseating nugget of trash with another brilliantly gortesque and highly underrated entry in John Waters’ catalog, Desperate Living! Starring Water’s regularsMink Stole, Edith Massey and sex goddess Liz Renay, the first woman to ever perform a mother and daughter strip show AND the first grandmother to ever streak down Hollywood Boulevard.
I don’t want to say too much about these movies here, as I don;t want to spoil any gag inducing surprises. However, I will tell you this, the early works of John Waters are not for the faint hearted or easily offended. You will see things die, you will see male and female genitals and people devouring incredibly unsavory things. These movies are made to make you laugh, to shake you up, to repulse you by going to extreme places you never, ever imagined a filmmaker would take you. These films are beyond Trash, beyond filth, beyond anything you ever thought you’d experience in a darkened movie theater. What I am trying to say is that these films are the greatest kind of art.
So, I invite you to come out and celebrate the 70th birthday of the remarkable, the perverse, the brilliant Mr. John Waters with the rest of The Trash Cinema Collective@ This will be an evening of cinematic vulgarity you will never forget as long as you! Come on, Gang, Let’s Get Trashy!
WHO: The Trash Cinema Collective
WHAT: A Special 5 Year Anniversary screening of Pieces (1982)
WHEN: Saturday April 2nd at starting at 9pm
WHERE: Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack
WHY: Because 5 Years of keeping Tallahassee Trashy deserves a fitting shindog!
As Always, NO COVER!
MATURE CONTENT 18+ ONLY
Hey Gang, The Primal Root here and I am honored to be inviting you toTrash Cinema Nights at Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack 5 Year Anniversary Shindig! That’s right, The Primal Root and The Trash Cinema Collective have been keeping Tallahassee Trashy for FIVE FILTHY YEARS! It only stands to reason that we should throw a down and dirty shindig to show our appreciation and support for all those years of blood, breasts and beasts at Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack!
And what better way to celebrate than with on of mine, The Primal Root’s, all time FAVORITE Trash Cinema Flicks and his hands down favorite slasher film, 1982’s legendary exploitation, splatter flick, Pieces!
A demented killer chainsaw wielding maniac is loose on campus! He’s cutting to ribbons all the coeds and stealing specific body parts from each of his victims…Who is this blood thirsty man about campus? What could he be doing with their snatched body parts? It is up to a team of local investigators (Christopher George and Frank Brana), a young student/stud named Kendall (Ian Sera of Pod People fame) and a sexy undercover tennis pro, Mary Riggs (Lynda Day George) to plunder the darkest, blood drenched depths of this hunting ground so that they can apprehend this psycho killer before he strikes again!
Filled with horrendous dialog, strange acting decisions and PLENTY of graphic/goofy gore and gratuitous nudity (Ian Sera even hangs dong!) Pieces is a truly unbeatable slice of Trash Cinema slasher nastiness.
So, come on out and join your friends from The Trash Cinema Collective atBird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack and sink your teeth into the BEST damn burger in town, wash it down with a pitcher of your favorite adult beverage and prepare for an evening of chainsaw carnage, skinny dipping, stoners talking about fucking on waterbeds, unexplained teenage skulls, Wendy’s burgers and fries, pants pissing, awkward skateboarding, random kung-fu, red herrings a plenty, several climaxes, and so many gut churning death scenes and naked breasts, you;ll think you’ve died and ascended to Trash Cinema Heaven…or is that descended? EITHER WAY! Come out and celebrate 5 Fun and Filthy Years of Trash Cinema Nights at Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack! Just think, one day you’ll be able to tell illegitimate love children that you were there!
I can’t wait to see you there!
WHO: The Trash Cinema Collective
WHAT: Rock N Roll High School Repo Man Double Feature!
WHEN: Monday March 28th at 7:00 pm (EST)
WHERE: The Junction at Monroe
WHY: Because it’s not just Trash, it’s an Adventure!
$5 at the door
Hey Gang, The Primal Root here and I can hardly contain my pleasure at our Trash Cinema Nights Deep Cult at The Junction Double Feature of the 1979 Roger Corman youth in revolt cult classic, Rock N Roll High School featuring PJ Soles, Clint Howard and, of course, The Ramones! Followed by one of my personal all time favorite cinematic oddities, the 1984 subversive sci-fi, comedy punk classic, Repo Man starring Emilio Estevez and Harry Dean Stanton!
Come on out and join your friends from The Trash Cinema Collective for an evening of delinquency, psychortonics, flying cars, alien conspiracies, plates of shrimp, PJ Soles in the shower, The Ramones in action, explosions, dance parties and the youth of America rising up!
Bring your favorite adult beverage to consume and share, enjoy some fresh popped popcorn, and some delicious food truck offering as we delve ever deeper into the most notorious cult films this filthy little space rock has to offer! It’s Trash Cinema Nights Deep Cult at The Junction! See you there, Gang!
WHO: The Trash Cinema Collective
WHAT: A screening of Canon film’s 1984 action cult classic, Ninja III: The Domination!
WHEN: Saturday March 5th at 9pm
WHERE: Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack
WHY: Because it’s Macho March and nothing says Macho like Ninja’s, Possession, aerobics, body hair and V-8 Juice!
As Always, NO COVER! (That’s Cheap!)
Hey Gang, The Primal Root here, and I am inviting YOU out to join The Trash Cinema Collective Saturday, March 5th for our annual MACHO MARCH movie screening! This year, we are drudging up a long standing cult classic from the purveyors of fine cinematic cheese,The Canon Group, 1984’s third entry in the Canon Ninja Trilogy, Ninja III: The Domination!
Mild mannered aerobics instructor and V-8 Juice enthusiast, Christie Ryder (Lucinda Dickey or Breakin’ and Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo fame) one day ends up getting possessed by the vengeful spirit of a recently gunned down evil ninja master. Dominated by this blood thirsty spirit, Christie now sets forth to seek brutal revenge on the dead ninja’s worst enemies. Christie’s incredibly hairy boyfriend, concerned by Christie total change in personality and new knack for exceedingly efficient murder, enlists the help Yamada (martial arts superstar, Sho Kosugi, from Revenge of the Ninja). It all comes down to a life threatening exorcism and the ultimate battle to the death, because only a ninja…can kill a ninja.
Get ready for plenty of gym footage, spandex clad asses, gold course massacres, the most sexual use of V-8 juice in cinematic history, awesomely brutal and fun ninja fight scenes and a bouncy, spinning, exorcism like none you’ve ever seen! So, come on out to Bird’s Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack Saturday March 5th for MACHO MARCH’! Bring your friends, grab a pitcher of your favorite ice cold adult beverage, suck down some salty love on the half shell or sink your teeth into the BEST damn burger in Tallahassee and hold on your sanity as Ninja III: The Domination blows your filthy little mind!
I’ll see you there, Gang!
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Hey Gang, The Primal Root here, and my filthy little heart is beating much faster than usual. Why you ask? Well, this Valentine’s Day one of my all time favorite slices of cinematic sleaze, Frankenhooker, has been brought to life by of gorgeous and talented February Devil Girl of the Month, Exotic Zombie! A friend near and dear to your’s truly, I am thrilled beyond measure to be premiering her astounding Frankenhooker themed Devil Girl spread for you to fall in love with this Valentine’s Day. Get ready to lose your black hearts, Collective, as you feast your eyes on Exotic Zombies teeth sweatingly sexy spread!
The Primal Root: Good day, Exotic Zombie! It is quite the pleasure having the honor to feature your seductive self as our February Devil Girl of the Month. Let me just get this out of the way, I’ve always had a fantasy about being one of Frankenhooker’s Johns, so your spread has a deep *AHEM* sentimental value from the very get-go.
Might I ask what made you decide to use Frank Henenlotter’s ultimate tale of sluts and bolts as inspiration for your inaugural Devil Girl spread?
Exotic Zombie: I’ve always wanted to be a hooker!!! But really, it was just an excuse to get naked. wink emoticon
Root: Exotic Zombie, could you please tell us a little about yourself? Your passions, what inspires you? How do you keep it Trashy?
EZ: I am a recent gang member of the Trash Cinema crew. We all share the same filthy minds and admiration for exploding hookers. As a photographer, I get inspired by what others are passionate about. Whether it’s hot sexy movies, drugs and sex, or sex in general… just know that I prefer estrogen based elixir with my whiskey.
Root: You pull off Patty Mullen’s patented Frankenhooker face incredibly well. How long did it take you to master this particular talent?
EZ: Science. The way that the brain makes muscles contract is that there are individual little nerves that send their axon out into a muscle and they release a neurochemical, called acetylcholine. But really it took day after day standing in front of a mirror and taking selfies.
Root: Would you be game for starring in an unofficial Frankenhooker sequel? What would need to occur in this sequel in order for you to come on board?
EZ: I’m always lookin’ for some action! As long as there are pretzels to munch on and super crack for my addiction.
Root: What is that toy you brought into the bedroom with you and is this a frequent companion?
EZ: In the fetish community, this toy is known as a violet wand. There are different extensions and attachments that creates different shocking sensations. My personal favorite is the bulb used in the set. I would literally fry myself if I used it as much as I’d like to.
Root: As I am sure everyone knows, the most quintessential of all Hallmark Holidays, Valentine’s Day, is right around the corner. What are some of your favorite Trashy Anti-Valentine’s Day flicks you like to bust out on February 14th?
EZ: As I stated previously, I have only discovered the glory of trash film recently and I may already be slightly creepily obsessed and infatuated with this particular genius love story, Frankenhooker. To the point where I’ve already stalked the amazing Patty Mullen on facebook.
Root: What song would you pick to accompany your Devil Girl spread?
EZ: I’d have to go with something in relation to the theme, deftones, Change (in the house of flies)
Root: Do you have any filthy words of wisdom for the Trash Cinema Collective hoping to be as fucking awesome as yourself one day?
EZ: Never stand in front of lawn mowers. 😉
Photography by The Primal Root and Jeremy King
Make-Up Effects: Shana Leigh
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a Primal Root written review
I’ve long held that the golden age of American horror cinema stretched from the late 1960’s to the end of the 1970’s. It was an age when turmoil, violence and change was in the air. Filmmakers of the day were shaken and inspired by the horrifying, nightmarish world around them, internalized this terror and in the end brought it out of the darkness as some of the most devastatingly influential horror films the world will ever witness. There is one other genre that happened to thrive in the 1970’s, one I know far less about, and that is the Rock Opera.
Flicks like Tommy, Jesus Christ Superstar, Grease, The Wiz not to mention, The Rocky Horror Picture Show would either garner rave reviews and great success or go on to become beloved cult films the world over. However, some fell by the wayside and are just now starting the reemerge and find recognition as beautiful cinematic oddities they are. And there is none I am more proud to see finally garnering the praise it has long deserved, Brian de Palma’s 1974 film, Phantom of the Paradise.
Phantom of the Paradise blends the horror trappings of The Phantom of the Opera and Faust together and give it a glam rock makeover serving as a dark comic satire of the entertainment industry. Phantom tells the tale of Winslow Leech (William Finley in an awesome performance) a young and naive composer looking to make it big with his life long work, a cantata based on the legend of Faust. No sooner does the the owner of Death Records, an utterly charming, smooth talking, calm, collected and utterly malevolent man who has sold his soul to The Devil and goes by the name of Swan (Paul Williams) hear Winslow’s music does he find a way to steal it, exploit it and turn it into pop music garbage to open his long delayed rock palace, The Paradise, with. Swan frames Winslow and has him sent to jail where he is volunteered for an experiment which requires him to have all his teeth removed and replaced with new metallic chompers. It isn’t long before Winslow hears his own composition on the radio, recreated as a turd of a pop song, and flees from prison. In a psychotic rage Winslow breaks into Death Records, ends up getting disfigured in a vinyl record press, vanishes into the night and is presumed dead…But soon after his disappearance a masked phantom begins stalking the darks hallways and backstage at The Paradise, determined to rain murderous vengeance upon all of those who have hurt and betrayed him.
Along the way, The Phantom ends up becoming infatuated and falling in love with a young, inexperienced but quite talented singer named Phoenix (Jessica Harper), the only person The Phantom permits to sing his work. Anyone else who tries, he promises, will be killed. Of course, Swan makes the decision to have The Phantom’s music performed by what he considers to be the future of music, a glam rock monster who goes by the name of Beef (Gerrit Graham, who is funny as shit in the role). Despite mid shower plunger to the gob warning from The Phantom, Beef is convinced to perform as scheduled…
Phantom of the Paradise functions as great piece of anti-establishment satire against the soulless corporatization of art and artists alike. Not only this, but Phantom is also a full on musical, complete with song and dance routines, with every song written and composed by Paul Williams. These elements together do nothing but accentuate the strangeness of the film, it’s so bizarre, so daring and so breathlessly creative, it leaves the viewer’s mind reeling. All this quirky genre blending and tonal shifts leaves us with an unexpectedly heart wrenching musical tragicomedy. I can think of few other films that achieve this level of absurdity and poignancy.
Still with me? I know the description above may sound a bit overwhelming, and indeed, there is a whole lot to take in with Phantom of the Paradise. It is sensory overload, but in the best possible way you can imagine. Despite the film’s litany of references to other cinematic greats, (Touch of Evil and Psycho, to mention just the tip of the iceberg) Phantom of the Paradise is among the most singular and unique films ever made. Any attempt at synopsis can only do Phantom so much justice, because the heart of the film lies in the experience of watching it. It is very often compared to The Rocky Horror Picture Show, released a year after Phantom of the Paradise, and if I am being honest, the two couldn’t be more different. I suppose it is more inviting to spend time with a group of people basking in their own carnal desires than with a group of tortured artists who sold their soul for rock and roll. It’s just a damn shame Phantom of the Paradise never quite caught on in the states. Of course, I’ve heard the film is fucking HUGE in Canada. And, in face, the two fellows from Daft Punk, according to Paul Williams, met at a screening of Phantom of the Paradise! But that has nothing to with anything…just a cool bit of trivia.
However, in a way, I kind of hope it remains a hidden gem that exists just below the radar. This way it will never be over exposed to the point of nausea or run into the ground to the point of tedium. Phantom of the Paradise is much beloved by those drawn to it’s peculiar story, dark, comedic, enchanting characters, beautiful songs and unchained artistry. Phantom is a film every bit as much for the misfits as Rocky Horror, but with a much more tragic and lyrical fantasy narrative. You cannot help but feel pity and sympathy for Winslow and righteous indignation once he is transformed from sweet Winslow to the pained and murderous Phantom and finds his revenge. One cannot find something darkly funny about Swans form of easy going, suave, laid back evil as he knowingly manipulates those around him to his bidding, feel sadness as Phoenix is corrupted by fame and absolute astonishment at the the radical comedic performance of Gerrit Graham as Beef.
Phantom of the Paradise is a marvel of a film. Brian de Palma, Paul Williams and company have crafted something so different, so daring that mainstream audiences had no idea what to make of it. A film so beautiful, poetic, energetic and well played is obviously becoming relic. A thing of the not too distant past, when artistry, creativity and taking chances we heralded above ticket sales and domestic box office grosses. I suppose it’s no big surprise at this point for me to reveal Phantom of the Paradise would rank as one of my top 5 favorite movies of all time. It’s a story of love, passion, betrayal, revenge and possibly redemption set to some of the grooviest goddamn songs to ever be featured in a motion picture. A story of how monsters are created and the good guys and bad guys we all have the potential to be. For those who have never seen it, I recommend highly recommend checking it out, but keep in mind it is not everyone’s cup of glitter. For those of us who adore the film, it;s always worth heading over the The Paradise from time to time and witnessing one of the funniest, most lyrical, most enjoyable tragic love stories ever told.
I’m awarding Phantom of the Paradise 5 out of 5 Dumpster Nuggets.
Stay Trashy, Gang!