At one point Linda makes a remark that has me rolling my eyes in quiet tenuous response; the topical relevance of The Exorcist because the movie begins - still the movie's most brilliant sequence - in the doom-shrouded, dust-laden archeological history of Iraq, and America is still at war with Iraq. Still, Linda is charming and funny, and despite the drunken antics of a couple in the middle of the auditorium, one whom stands to ask if Linda is okay. As in; she made a disturbing psychosexual horror movie at the age of thirteen, is she "OK" now? Everyone guffaws. But it isn't really that funny.
Linda talks about the fame game, but not nearly as much about her time on The Exorcist and other similar projects ... Hell Night, dammit, and disappointing no one mentions Exorcist II: The Heretic. Snigger. At the end of the long night, Linda was barely in her teens, and making such a special effects, drama-heavy movie as The Exorcist meant she was frequently bored to tears, desperately wanting to ride a pony instead.
She got the pony eventually. And the stables.
I watch The Exorcist with a focus on her performance, and it's very good. Always was. Linda exhibits a great set of adolescent nuances, most of which were natural expressions that William Friedkin cleverly elicited and captured. One could argue, just as Orson Welles did, that she started at the top ...
A movie is shot on location and on sets. But it's made in the editing suite. The Exorcist is a superb example of visual narrative editing from a director renowned for pulling great work from his actors.
Thank you Linda for sharing some insights into that time and space.
Friday, November 22nd
I am very hungover.
There, I've said it.
It's a wretched hive of scum and villainy at Cinema Nova for the official Opening Night of Monster Fest. Well, not really, but I wanted to use that line.
A second screening of local feature Murderdrome (2013) has been scheduled for 7pm, as the original session at 7.30 has sold out. I attend with Monster Pictures' notorious publicist and his lovely young lady, and the movie is introduced by the writer/director Daniel Armstrong, the producer, and also one of its stars Louise Monnington (who also contributed as script consultant).
Murderdrome took several years to make. Apparently they took a year off in the middle. So, like Peter Jackson's Bad Taste, it was a labour of love. And it shows on the screen. There is much love and enthusiasm, but also it's clunky as hell.
It's the bitchfest antics of a bunch of roller derby gals (strictly rollerskates) who are settling scores on the skating rink, whilst a masked slasher on rollerblades is carving up the teams. Vengeance is a dish best served with rock and roll.
The movie's best moments are technical achievements; the awesome opening title credits set over the main roller derby sequence and the classy special visual effects sequence at movie's end are the movie's highlights.
Virtually all the "actors" are roller derby grrls, so the performances are very much on the dodgy side. There's also a serious ADR issue, which gets annoying very quickly.
Still, I take my hat off to anyone who gets a feature made. It can be hell on wheels trying to get it to completion. And it's always fun to watch it with the cast and crew.
Afterward the opening night party swings hard into the night at LuWOW club in Fitzroy. A voodoo lounge with style to burn. La Bastard are the band, and they rock it with aplomb. It's surf and rockabilly music all night long with one of the proud club owners on DJ duties.
We end up at another club, Ding Dong, in the wee wee hours, but by that point the Pagan ciders and Polish brewskis are in a deep wrestle. I fail to make it on to the night's final destination, Cherry's. Apparently Linda Blair's special guest "DJ" set has been underwhelming. Damn, I wanted to catch her selection which I'm sure would've included The Runaways Cherry Bomb, Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty's Stop Draggin' My Heart Around, and Rick Springfield's Jessie's Girl. I'd have put money on it.
Saturday, November 23rd
After struggling with a cider/beer hangover for most of the late morning and early afternoon (I have to have a nap after my scrambled brain, er, eggs), I am coerced into joining my hosts for the first of the day's Monster Fest screenings at 3pm. I want to avoid this particular debut feature as a colleague of mine has warned me.
He is right. I hate it.
Foresight Killer Instinct (2013), made by two very enthusiastic brothers from Ipswich, Queensland, sports some of the worst acting I've seen in quite some time. It was made on the smell of an oily rag, and looks it. The script (what script?) is all over the place, and feels like a short that had been stretched to breaking point. The so-called ad-lib dialogue from the cast has resulted in the movie currently holding the #11 spot on the list of most sweariest movies ever.