After originally passing on
Terror at Red Wolf Inn because of its opening theme song hitting my warning bells, I sat down to watch it today after a few months while recovering from surgery. I have ended up adding it to my list of Best Things Ever. I thought it managed to be unsettling, unnerving, and ghastly in its use of the viewer's imagination but I knew for damn certain that I had a winner when the Main Girl and Creepy Guy are being, um... "romantic?" on the beach in a scene that's alread uncomfortable enough when
friggin' this happens (skip to 1:50, I can't get it to play at that point even with the proper settings):
Not since James Earl Jones beat the crap out of a melon have I see such a display of random manly insanity. For that moment, I was dropped completely out of the movie and sucked into this bizarre pocket dimension only to be suddenly spat back out with no regards to my brain's condition.
If I didn't know about this, what else don't I know about?
