Today is a disrupted day due to errands and visits. But also I have to watch the Nick Cage movie of the H.P. Lovecraft story “The Color Out of Space.” Tyler Cook of the Portly Politico and I have agreed to each watch this stinkeroo and then review it to the best of our abilities. He has watched it and assures me it’s awful. So today I will bite the bullet and watch it before Camera Girl gets back from weekly shopping. I am dreading the experience already. The things I do for my art.
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We’ve gotta suffer for our fans, photog. Can’t wait to read your review.
Well, I watched it. It knocked ten points off my IQ and added two decades to my sentence in purgatory. But I will write the review. I must have my revenge on the producers.
I felt the same way after watching Pink Flamingos. I felt like I had to take a shower using Brillo pads to scour the filth away. Flamingos has to be the worst movie ever made. Plan 9 from Outer Space was Ben Hur (Charlton Heston version) by comparison.
I won’t claim that Color Out of Space competes with Pink Flamingos. That movie was intended to disgust all audiences. But Color is a stinkbomb.