Movies & TV Shows That Made My Childhood Awesome – Part 2

Part 2, straight up!

FernGully: The Last Rainforest

But trees give life. They make the clouds, the water, the air.” Crysta

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All it takes is a whimsical animation, an enchanting musical score and a moral lesson to bewitch me. And that is exactly what FerGully is – magical. This one also goes straight in to my “if I watch this today, I’ll probably cry” list. I loved Crysta and was always so envious of her ability to fly and FernGully seemed like the perfect place to live in. What else do you need in life more than a cool pair of wings, a cute little red outfit, a funky short hair and a hot Zak, eh? I used to go overboard with emotions every time I heard “A Dream Worth Keeping” sung by Sheena Easton as the two oh so lovingly float and skip through waterfalls and lit fountains and fall in love… Oh man, I need to watch this like, TODAY.

 

FernGully has one of the best voice-over cast starting with Samantha Mathis as Crysta, Tim Curry as Hexxus, Christian Slater as Pips, and the legendary Robin Williams as Batty Koda. They say that this movie cannot hold a candle to Disney’s animators, producing a deeper, multilayered animation, and yet the FernGully’s filled with an aura of enchantment. I’ll always have this one in mind when someone mentions childhood favorites. And I’ll gladly introduce it to my kids when the time comes.

 

The Goonies

“Hey, you guys!” Sloth

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Remember Chunk, Sloth, Mikey and Data? A very young and handsome Josh Brolin? The Goonies was my ultimate summer vacation flick and I own the DVD for an occasional flashback.

Pirates, treasure hunts, gold-digging villains, swearing, and a heroic group of kids that want to save their homes from foreclosure – The Goonies has the right receipt for a children’s adventure. The Goonies joins the list of the typical cliques that could be found at every 80’s high school or a John Hughes movie. You have the optimist Mikey Walsh, his older brother Brandon, the nerdy and inventive Data, the cheerleader Andy, her sidekick Stef, the chatty smart ass Mouth, and the overweight klutz Chunk. Together they’re rummaging through damp tunnels and derelict scary underground paths to explore the location of One-Eyed Willy’s lost treasure only to stumble across the Fratellis, a family of criminals after the same treasure.

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I can’t remember this movie word-for-word as I do with the others which calls out for a re-watch. I do still listen to the theme song written and performed by 80’s icon and  favored singer Cyndi Lauper. From me to you…

 

The Neverending Story

“Never give up and good luck will find you.” Falcor

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The other day a friend challenged me to remember the name of the wolf-like creature. Cracking my brains I roared “G-M-O-R-K!”.

Wow, there’s so much to say about The Neverending story, starting with a breathe-taking story-line, avant-grade characters, imaginative setting, and one great theme song. Unlike The Goonies, the adventurous voyage takes place in the fictional world of Fantasia with only two heroes replacing a group of ambitious kids.

In Fantasy, the land of Fantasia is on the verge of destruction by a vengeful force called The Nothing and only one person can save it – a young Purple Buffalo hunter named Atreyu who’s sent to find a cure for the ailing empress. In reality, troubled and teased Bastian Balthazar Bux skips his math test to hide in the school’s attic and read. As the hours go by and the story climaxes, Bastian realizes he’s not just reading the story, but has a significant part in its development and outcome.

Amazing movie!

Favorite character?

Easy!

Morla the Ancient One.
This is one giant kooky turtle.

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Beetlejuice

Adam: What are your qualifications?

Beetlejuice: Ah. Well… I attended Julliard… I’m a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I’ve seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT… NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY… NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK? You think I’m qualified?

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Death, afterlife, a haunted house, creepy city-folks turned suburban and one obnoxious ghost named Betelgeuse (pronounced “Beetlejuice”) are tangled up in a 90 min comedy / horror / Gothic / timeless movie. Beetlejuice first introduced me to Tim Burton’s insane and morbid trail of movies which resulted in a lengthy period of admiration for that director with the hairstyle worn far beyond the excusable ’80s window.

Not enough words for Beetlejuice. To say it’s a favorite would be saying too little. Beetlejuice was and still a love at first sight for me – a masterpiece with the best portrayal of dark humor I’ve seen so far – recently deceased newly-weds Adam and Barbara Maitland find their now-vacant home invaded by brash new inhabitants, and hire the “professional” services of a sleazy ghost to scare them away. Filled with cleverly sarcastic dialogues, fantastic music score and an all-powerful cast, this movie is way way ahead of its time and still kicks ass ’til this very day.

“My whole life is a darkroom. One. Big. Dark. Room.”

For our charming protagonists Adam & Barbara Maitland we have Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis. As the iconic run-down ghost we have Michael Keaton in one of his best roles (some would say it’s The Founder but I beg to differ), For the dry-witted smart little girl we have the fabulous and a then a Burton regular Winona Ryder. Her snotty parents Charles and Delia Deetz played by Jeffrey Jones and Catherine O’Hara, and of course Otho – the world’s most pretentious interior decorator – played by Glenn Shadix. 

And this brilliance of a movie wraps up my Movies & TV Shows That Made My Childhood Awesome – Part 2.

Still thinking of great shows and movies for Part 3.

Feel free to recommend.

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OMG, It’s Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Are you ready to spook the bejesus outta someone or get the jitters yourself tonight? Have you packed your candies and rehearsed your Trick or Treat? Have you gruesomely decorated your front door and backyard with fake spiderwebs, jack-o-lanterns and polystyrene graves? Have you practiced singing horrific lullabies by the fire place and dusted off your favorite Vincent Price films?

Although trick or treating and celebrating Halloween is not a part of my religion, I do solemnly dedicate this day to watching scary as shit movies and playing super dark video games. I love this day so much as it includes all of my favorite things: pumpkins (eating and carving), costumes, witches, horror, black cats, dark decorating, Gothic and quirky films and sweets. Love sweets.

And so, this is my agenda for today:

  1. Play dark video games. Right now focusing on “Fear For Sale – Mystery of McInroy Manor”
  2. Change my ringtone to Beetlejuice theme
  3. Watch Vincent Price on The Masque of the Red Death
  4. Check if Penny Dreadful 3rd season’s out yet
  5. Suffer quietly. I skipped working today due to bad stomachaches, which I’m sure will get better once I accomplish all of the above.

For all of you celebrating this magnificent day, I wish a very scary Halloween.

May you be properly scared and scream your lungs out!

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Birdman (2014)

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 Director: Alejandro González Iñárritu

Synopsis: After his downfall from his glorious role as superhero, Birdman, Riggan (Michael Keaton) is poorly trying to sort back his acting career and family life by performing in a new self written Broadway adaptation of the Raymond Carver story. Seized by his former character’s presence, he finds he cannot change his unusual life-style so easily.

First of all, location location location! Loved it! The film is shot mainly inside the labyrinth corridors of a Broadway theater. The camera, followed by the occasion sounds of Jazz drums, showcases the backstage when mainly focusing on the bewildering character of Michael Keaton (who I praise later on). Others fellow actors appear and we get to see some good familiar faces like Naomi WattsEdward Norton, and Zach Galifianakis. Watts and Norton are Keaton’s co-actors in the play when each has an career struggle of their own. Emma Stone has a small but very significant role here as Riggin’s drug rehabilitated daughter, Sam, who hates her job as her father’s assistant. One big happy family. The acting here is magnificent. As viewers we get a chance to invade the behind the curtains, dressing rooms and unpolished scene rehearsals and experience the characters’ exposure and weaknesses at their best. It’s like everybody roles over in their own shit and still give a great performance at the end of the day. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? There are romances, sad stories and conflicts suited to a classic Broadway show, which the cast pulls off remarkably, like on stage same as off. 

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The entire film is shot like one long scene. The transitions between the scenes are immediate and you don’t get much time to digest the last one you saw when the camera moves forward. I really enjoyed it. There’s a comical ambiance to the film very suiting to the New York City vibe. For me it’s not so easy watching a film 119 min’ long, even if its shot in NYC, so I can’t say it was the easiest watch ever, but I managed… Cutting it by 30 min’ would have helped, though…

Michael Keaton is great. Even when he’s playing the has been actor who’s desperately trying to muster a come back, he rules. This guy shall forever remain positively carved in my memory for his unforgotten role as Beeatlejuice. I know he was on a lot of other films, but I tend to grab on childhood films, as you might know by now. (A little itty bitty tiny little spoiler) In the scene where he gets locked out of the theater in the middle of the premier and walks around Times Square with nothing but his undies and than storms back in the theater and gets back into character, there was a spark of that nutty behavior I fondly remember of the dark and nasty ghost. Keaton is not unfamiliar with playing the superhero either as we all remember how he mastered two Tim Burton Batman films, and the best ones, as I see it. The guy’s just awesome and I am absolutely looking forward to seeing his name appear on the Oscars nominations.

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 My score:
4 lolipop rating

Vincent

Vincent 1982, Tim Burton

this is a story about a young boy named Vincent. he tends to keep to himself and daydreams of becoming Vincent Price, a mad and tormented scientist. Vincent likes to experiment on his dog, Abercrombie. Vincent’s mother insists he would go outside and play, explaining to her son that he is just a little boy and not Vincent Price.
i’m a huge fan of Tim Burton. everything he touches simply turns into dark gold. my first and lifelong love is Beetlejuice. but that is another post. Mr. Price himself is one of my cinematic heroes. he is an idol and inspiration to Tim Burton, and is also narrating the film with his undertone murmuring voice. i love watching this short animation. Vincent’s delusions are taking over when he loses grasp of reality from time to time. quoting from Edgar Ellen Poe’s “The Raven”, he believes he shares that tortured soul with the dead poet. i love the opening and ending music theme, “The Streets of Cairo, or the Poor Little Country Maid”. the version playing in the film is sweet and melancholy. i feel for Vincent. i grew up carrying a highly imaginative mind of my own. surrounding myself with odd films and strange television characters. macabre daydreams are what made me want to do costume design in the first place. i never considered myself one of the ordinary. a happy kid, but slightly unusual. it brought me a lot in life and shaped the person i am today.

a little treat:

Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

[First published in 1845]

horizontal space Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more,’Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!