“Even as a kid one of the things that stayed with me was the music, done by lead actor David Alexander Hess. I couldn’t understand how the same guy who was raping and carving up the girls on screen was singing these peaceful almost hippy-like folk ballads that underscored the horror. I remember reading the credits, thinking I’d misread it, that David Hess wrote and performed all the music. Sitting in that theater, where I had gone by myself, and knew no one, I felt this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. I just missed those songs, and I missed when songs like that were commonplace in horror. (Romero’s “The Crazies” and later “My Bloody Valentine” are other examples.) Often the lyrics of the songs reflected what the characters were going through, and the tone was somewhere between Harry Nilsson and Simon & Garfunkel. I will be forever grateful for what David did, and for all the memorable performances and everlasting music he gave us. Thanks in big part to David Hess, my road lead to somewhere.”
Eli Roth on Last House on the Left.
This isn’t me piling on the latest stray celebrity. She took a weak, unthinking shot; it went wide.
I’m vaguely aware of the incident he’s referring to here, but when I saw the actress’ name pop up on Twitter a few evening’s ago my first thought was Kyle Reese doing his thing with the pipebomb.
My brain lives in the Moviedrome.
But I was struck with Simon’s term, ‘stray celebrity’.
I mentioned this to Dave.
"So the majority of celebrities are tame. But a few go stray from time to time. And if you don’t act quick they turn feral; screaming "Winning!" as they DUI their careers into comeback movies with porn stars. Who does Hollywood hire to recapture these lost souls?"
"This town, swallow you hole".