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Sunday report
Feb. 11th, 2008 08:21 amSo the fannish pubmeet yesterday was nice. We talked about Potlatch, which is coming up at the end of the month. Lots of folks are working on last minute problems, headaches, and nightmares. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kate_schaefer is the Chair, and when I suggested she should just cancel the convention, she said, slowly and with great conviction, "Fuck. You." Hey, I can take a hint! We also talked about the caucus experiences various folks had had the day before. We also talked about Jack Mormons and the Mexican Jews who moved to New Mexico and went underground. Somehow this became a discussion of Sephardic Ferrets, but I lost the plot at that point.
Afterwards I watched a couple of *very* silly movies. The first was a low-budget film noir from 1946 called Decoy. Definitely a cardboard sets and wooden acting affair (produced at the Poverty Row studio, Monogram), but it has its advocates because the femme fatale (played by British actress, Jean Gillie) is so totally over the top. Not a single drop of human decency or compassion in her, just a completely greedy gleeful sexy monster playing men for fools and chumps. It was definitely good for a couple of dropped jaws and say-what-agains.
The second film in my little double feature (both movies only 75 minutes long, which is just right) was a 1932 horror film called Doctor X. It's a two-strip Technicolor film, which looks pretty strange and pastel compared to the full three-strip Technicolor that came along a few years later. Anyway, this movie is about a serial killer who is also a cannibal! The killer has to be one of a cabal of weird scientists, and Doctor Xavier (Lionel Atwill) has set up a scientific test to find out which of them it is. Meanwhile a wisecracking reporter (Lee Tracy) tries to get the scoop, but only falls in love with Doctor Xavier's beautiful daughter (Fay Wray). You know, Fay Wray really was a damned beautiful woman, and this movie flaunts her body as much as it decently can, which means, for example, that we get a completely gratuitous swimming suit scene. Hooray! Plus the horrible secret of the killer is actually kind of cool and gruesome and definitely science fictional. The reporter character is really annoying (and it's really annoying that he gets the girl), but otherwise it's an interesting little B movie with lots and lots of great '30s horror atmosphere -- fog and shadows and boiling test tubes and bolts of electricity, that kind of thing.
And then, exhausted by all this fun, I went to bed.
kate_schaefer is the Chair, and when I suggested she should just cancel the convention, she said, slowly and with great conviction, "Fuck. You." Hey, I can take a hint! We also talked about the caucus experiences various folks had had the day before. We also talked about Jack Mormons and the Mexican Jews who moved to New Mexico and went underground. Somehow this became a discussion of Sephardic Ferrets, but I lost the plot at that point.Afterwards I watched a couple of *very* silly movies. The first was a low-budget film noir from 1946 called Decoy. Definitely a cardboard sets and wooden acting affair (produced at the Poverty Row studio, Monogram), but it has its advocates because the femme fatale (played by British actress, Jean Gillie) is so totally over the top. Not a single drop of human decency or compassion in her, just a completely greedy gleeful sexy monster playing men for fools and chumps. It was definitely good for a couple of dropped jaws and say-what-agains.
The second film in my little double feature (both movies only 75 minutes long, which is just right) was a 1932 horror film called Doctor X. It's a two-strip Technicolor film, which looks pretty strange and pastel compared to the full three-strip Technicolor that came along a few years later. Anyway, this movie is about a serial killer who is also a cannibal! The killer has to be one of a cabal of weird scientists, and Doctor Xavier (Lionel Atwill) has set up a scientific test to find out which of them it is. Meanwhile a wisecracking reporter (Lee Tracy) tries to get the scoop, but only falls in love with Doctor Xavier's beautiful daughter (Fay Wray). You know, Fay Wray really was a damned beautiful woman, and this movie flaunts her body as much as it decently can, which means, for example, that we get a completely gratuitous swimming suit scene. Hooray! Plus the horrible secret of the killer is actually kind of cool and gruesome and definitely science fictional. The reporter character is really annoying (and it's really annoying that he gets the girl), but otherwise it's an interesting little B movie with lots and lots of great '30s horror atmosphere -- fog and shadows and boiling test tubes and bolts of electricity, that kind of thing.
And then, exhausted by all this fun, I went to bed.
