Friday, October 27, 2006

Part One: A Dark And Stormy Night

It's Friday night and I'm bummed. Why? In June Toronto lost four of its rep cinemas. This city is regarded by outsiders as a great film town, but that seems to be an observation made by guests here for festivals. Yup, lots of good fests, but the regular selections of films playing in the "hip" downtown area is limited.

Here is the selection of offerings for tonight, the Friday of the Halloween weekend in downtown chain cinemas in Toronto:

AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH; BLACK-EYED DOG; BON COP, BAD COP (a fun Quebec cop comedy that has just topped PORKY'S as the biggest grossing Canuck film); CATCH A FIRE; DEATH OF A PRESIDENT; DELIVER US FROM EVIL; FLAGS OF OUR FATHERS; FLICKA; INTO GREAT SILENCE; LITTLE CHILDREN; LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE; MAN OF THE YEAR; MANUFACTURED LANDSCAPES; MARIE ANTOINETTE; OPEN SEASON; RUNNING WITH SCISSORS; SAW III; SHORTBUS; SHUT UP & SING; TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING; THE DEPARTED; THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA; THE GRUDGE 2; THE ILLUSIONIST; THE JOURNALS OF KNUD RASMUSSEN; THE LAST KING OF SCOTLAND; THE PRESTIGE; THE QUEEN; THE SCIENCE OF SLEEP; TIDELAND; TRAILER PARK BOYS: THE MOVIE.

Nine films that I would consider seeing, but none fitting the Halloween theme! Nope, not seeing horror sequels. Heck! There aren't even any downtown screens playing JACKASS: NUMBER TWO or JET LI'S FEARLESS, film I still have to catch up on!

And the choices for alternative screens like The Bloor (really the last downtown rep house) also are lacking:

The Bloor Cinema
WAL-MART: THE HIGH COST OF LOW PRICE; THE BLACK DAHLIA; THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

The Ontario Cinematheque (a division of the Toronto International Film Festival)
STROMBOLI; LE CHAT DANS LE SAC (a Quebecois classic from the sixties)

Blah! For spooky screenings this sucks! I could go on a rant of big box mulit-plexes, creative bankruptcy in movie-land, the evil of home video, that is not what I want to do. I feel I can complain a little since I did work on providing chilling cinema in years past at The Royal (in my opinion, the best of the rep cinemas and one of the ones that bit the dust in June, but is being revived on Nov 24th) and with Kung Fu Fridays - TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE, PHANTASM, HAUNTED COP SHOP, ENCOUNTER OF THE SPOOKY KIND, MR. VAMPIRE 1 & 3, RETURN OF THE DEMON and others (thanks go to Tim Smy for believing in the spirit of cinema!). Okay, we just had the first edition of the Toronto After Dark Festival, but that was only a quick rush of flicks, really not the basis of my whining.

I have this manufactured nostalgia for going to the movies as growing up in the countryside, I never had the chance to have the proper "grindhouse" experience. Our TV only got 2-3 stations and the video age was just starting. My folks took me to films in the nearest city like Logan's Run and Barbarella. Thanks to voraciously reading through newspapers of the film listings for Toronto and the copies of Cult Movies and the Psychotronic Movie Guide that my parents gave me as a young impressionable lad, I have this strange affinity, despite never having sat in a fleabag cinema trying to watch trashy flicks, ignoring the snores of winos or bickering drug addicts. Ahh, the "grindhouse" experience! For an appreciation of the grime and sleaze of the 42nd Street cinema beat, read Steve "Shock Cinema" Puchalski's memories of the Selwyn.

Last weekend I attending a screening of HAXAN - WITCHCRAFT THROUGH THE AGES introduced by cinema sleaze historian Jack Stevenson. Selected for the Pleasure Dome experimental film series, it took place at CineCycle, run by Martin Heath, an avid cycle enthusiast and also film collector and projectionist.
A truly unique space, Cinecycle is in Martina's studio, a coachhouse/garage in an alley behind the 401 Richmond arts building below Queen and Spadina. Exposed brink walls, arcane old steam heat pipes line the wall, bike frames and parts mingle with film projector parts, fold up chairs and an expresso bar that also serves wine is a totally different way to see films in this day and age of the amusement park multiplex experience. Talking with Jack and Martin about the joys of seeing films and the projected experience I think kick started some ideas that had been laying dormant.

I set up a blog that was to tie in to the Kung Fu Fridays screening series that I was running, which ended with the closure of the Revue Cinema in June. I kept it going to share kung fu cinema pop culture nuggets and images from my own collection or from discoveries on the web. Over the short course since starting that blog, I found myself posting non-kung fu cinema items that loosely fit in the "grindhouse" spirit. Hence, I am setting up this blog to celebrate smelly celluloid palaces in the spirit of double, tripple and dusk til dawn bills! Not meaning to be a forum for reviews and news like many other existing sites, but a depot for visual rememberances of the temples. More images than words here possibly. Some scribbles about what played, what the cinemaas were like, the experience of them, etc., but mainly images of posters, lobbies, ads, and associated images from a range of horror, sci-fi, spaghetti western, kung fu, thriller, music, sex-ploitation, and forg art flicks.

And no, this is not any kind of viral marketing for the Tarantino/Rodriguez GRINDHOUSE project due out soon. Looking forward to that film, but keeping my expections at a reasonable level and not scouring the internet which tends to over-hype the whole experience.

This blog is done in the spirit of the various film zines that inspired me in my young adult years like Killbaby, Sub-Terannea, Trash Compactor, Monster! European Trash Cinema, Subhuman, Shock Cinema, Slimetime, Pyschotronic, M.A.M.A and others. Also inspired by the blogs: Datajunkie, Booksteve's Library, Bubblegum Fink, and of course, The Groovy Age of Horror.

Let the postings begin...

2 comments:

Booksteve said...

Very cool start. That 1st Psychotronic book was like a Bible to me for years! Good luck and thanks for the compliment!
Booksteve

Low Def Love said...

it's good to see where things started.