True, this movie is very weird. I almost felt the need to apologize to my student workers for making them watch it (in fact, held it on the first floor so we could watch it from the desk.) Tonight was Public Domainia, where we raid ARCHIVE.ORG for the strange and interesting of public domain flicks. On Halloween, we watched Night of the Living Dead and House on Haunted Hill. Tonight, on the docket was Wasp Queen, which is all about female vanity, and Spider Baby, which was all about..well. what? Feral young women? Scantily clad murderesses? There was a serious Picnic at Hanging Rock vibe. Also a weird Charles Manson feel. There was this certain fucked-upness about all of it that piqued my interest and seems ripe subject matter for poem making...I am also madly in love with this poster and its taglines.
