Next time on Third Eye Cinema, we speak with a man whose band’s unusually uplifting and musically engaging style and approach places them in a category all their own!
Confession time: I’ve actually sat through Sadie twice, and still have no clue what to make of this one.
What you get: a Vietnam era drama with mid to low budget sets and costumerie, inappropriately anachronistic music having little or nothing to do with the era it’s set in, and more than a few rather dull hardcore bits sprinkled in for good measure. And trust me, that description sounds a whole lot better than it actually is.
“Root, petals…what’s the difference?”
“Well, one’s a potion that neutralizes a voodoo priestess, and the other’s a marinade that goes quite nicely with fish.”
A weird old man with an affected voice delivers the traditional voiceover bringing us into yet another episode of the Big Finish take on Dark Shadows. This month’s story? A disarmingly romantic adventure cum horror that moves straight from light diversion into what appears to be a recurrent focus for the line on tragedy for all involved.
Some pleasant shots of suburbia open A Saint, A Woman, A Devil, which boasts Maniac and Vigilante director (and subsequent Anchor Bay/Blue Underground impresario) Bill Lustig as AD and production manager. It’s otherwise something of a vanity project, being written, directed and co-produced by Peter Savage, whose acting credits include Doris Wishman’s Double Agent 73, Raging Bull and Lustig’s Vigilante…and yes, he gives himself a fair portion of screentime here as well.
Beautifully shot and quite aesthetic, the sheer attention to setting, bric a brac and decor is much welcome, particularly with such a questionable, if not downright homely, trio of leads.
“Scarcity doesn’t imply value…it can represent a lack of interest.”
And with those sage words of warning to the detestably opportunistic eBay/’storage wars’ scavenger-reseller crowd, we begin a rather odd entry in the Fourth Doctor Adventures.
“Doctah, I’m a lesbian. Can you cure me?”
Vinegar Syndrome moves a few steps back from its recent focus on 70’s hardcore classics and one off period obscurities towards classic grindhouse auteurist cinema with their latest release.
“I’m not going to just sit here listening to you doing a stupid voice pretending to be some ancient Roman named Crispy…”
During a stopover in the 20th century, Vicki gets hornswoggled by a psychic into joining in on a seance. After getting half-suckered into believing the reality of her first “contact with the spirit world”, she falls for it whole hog when she’s contacted by…herself?