I always thought I had imagined the existence of this movie: An American author of a banned novel has an affair with a 16 year old English school girl. The school girl is played by some squeaky voiced ingenue who seems closer to 12.
Well it is on TV tonight: Twinky starring Charles Bronson (what was he thinking) and Susan George and directed by future Die Hard boss Richard Donner.
It is meant to be a comedy but Bronson’s wooden delivery is something to behold.
Richard Donner had nothing to do with the Die Hard films. The first and third were directed by John McTeirnan and the second by Renny Harlin. Perhaps you’re thinking of the Lethal Weapon films, which Donner did direct.
I watched Xanadu a couple of nights ago. I vaguely remembered last seeing it when I was thirteen or so. That is one bizarre movie. Everyone knows Olivia Newton-John and ELO were involved, but Gene Freakin’ Kelly??? The Tubes? The animation of Don Bluth?
The costumes and choreography were fascinating, the songs were good, there was definitely some talent in evidence…stuck with an achingly bad script, a putrid leading man, embarrassing special effects, and a not-believable-even-back-then story. Oh! and roller skating, did I mention roller skating?
The Devil’s Rain (1975), about a coven of Satan worshippers in the desert southwest, with an oddball cast featuring Ernest Borgnine, William Shatner, Ida Lupino, and Eddie Albert, and also with Anton LaVey and his wife as two Satanists and a young John Travolta in his first movie role.
The real star of the show, though, was the melting-face special FX, which were truly gory and nauseating and went on way too long in the end. Bleccch!
The Peanut Butter Solution. Weird, weird movie. IIRC, t’s about this Anglo kid in Montreal who gets so scared his hair starts to fall out; he rubs a peanut butter solution on his scalp and his hair starts to regrow at an alarming rate. A wacked out artist kidnaps him and a bunch of other kids, and tries to use their hair for paint brushes. There are also surrealistic scenes where the artist enters a huge lifelike painting. And all of this is to a Celine Dion score.
Read some of the reviews on imdb or amazon.com. There seems to be a common theme of people around my age (25) who saw this movie as kids, were frightened/delighted/traumatized by it, but could never find anyone else who had seen it and could confirm its existence. Some of the reviews sound positively therapeutic – people who have found the movie again are so relieved to learn it wasn’t just a weird dream.
Can’t even remember the name, but recall a film I saw on late-night TV in the early-to-mid-70s (believe it was B/W from the 50s), wherein a bunch of little kids can communicate either telepathically or perhaps by making “Boop boop beep beep” noises. Weird imagery that has still remained with me.