Hideous Linky

Freddy's -- er -- coming for you: Jason Adams over at My New Plaid Pants posted a titillating link today.

Its deliciousness can be savored over at FourFour.

It's a clip from Never Sleep Again -- the Nightmare on Elm Street documentary in which the filmmakers and actors from Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2: Freddy's Revenge fess up to the overwhelming gay-osity of that movie.

And yes, readers, Marshall Bell -- Homo Hall of Fame inductee Coach Schneider himself -- is interviewed.

Good times will be had by all, so go there now.

Homo Horror Hall of Fame: Jame Gumb a.k.a. Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs

Jame Gumb liked to wear makeup, mince around with a small dog named Precious, tuck his gennies between his legs while staring at himself in the mirror, and make dresses -- out of "great big fat person" girl skin.

In 1991, that made him a bit of a homo controversy. Jame was seen as yet another psycho-fag stereotype. Protests erupted. San Francisco burned (just after they had finally rebuilt after that whole Basic Instinct thing).

These were dark times, readers. Long before lovable pet homos on Will and Grace and Queer Eye appeared to re-assure hamburger-eating regular 'murcans that gays didn't want to skin their fatties. As it turns out, we only wanted to de-frizz their hair and toss their college-era bong-stained tie-dye wall hangings into the trash.)

But now that 20 years (gulp!) have passed and we have somewhat of a broader range of homos in the American film cannon, it's time to ask the question: what exactly was Jame's deal? Was s/he trans-sexual? Doctor Lecter says he is not (though he is an unreliable narrator if ever there was one). We know Jame had a boyfriend named Benjamin Raspall at one point, but he was also apparently shtupping ill-fated Frederica Bimmel (who provided the lovely diamond pattern for his lady suit). So does this make Jame a bi-trans-sexual?
Well, whatever Jame was, I will go out on a limb here and declare (you can't stop me, San Francisco!) that the Unsinkable Miss Gumb was not straight. This is not just some confused straight man who'd be eating Nachos at Hooters if it weren't for the years of "systematic abuse" he endured.



So Jame, hold your head high, girl. Apply as much lotion as you like. Put on your best nipple rings and blonde wig.

You are a beautiful butterfly and don't let nobody tell you different. You have now made the Homo Horror Hall of Fame and they can never take that from you.

Hideous LInky

So ... am I busy, lazy or just a Capital L Loser? I'm busy dammit! I swear -- I got stuff going on! What kind of stuff? You know -- stuff stuff. Hopefully one day I can even tell you about it all and you'll all be like "Wow!That's some stuff!".

But for now, alls I got is some hot links --

Male Bonding: Pax over at Billy Loves Stu plumbs the interracial gaysexiness of Dawn of the Dead. Pax is the bloodhound of horror gay subtext and for that I am profoundly grateful.

The Wiggles: Deadly Doll's House reviews Squirm -- one of my personal favorite Animals Run Amok features.

Double Feature: Stacie over at Final Girl Ponders two movies I am dying to see -- [REC] 2 and Centurion.

So go see them! I swear it'll be worth your time. I'm not just pawning you off on my more prolific blogger brethren. OK maybe I am ...

Don't hate me...

Off Topic: Ode to Vanessa Lutz

I promised myself when I started this blog that I would not be a prisoner to it. “Blog,” I said, “You will not be the boss of me. I will only post when I have the time and something to say.”

Yet, even given that low bar for prolificity, I have been the lamest lamester in the town of Laminghood. It has been almost a month since my last post.

So, I’m forcing myself to post, even though I am going slightly off topic.

After reading EW's top 100 characters of the last 20 years, I was hurt, shocked, disappointed, dismayed, angry and every other adjective that describes a state of irritation to learn that they had overlooked my personal favorite.

Though they felt compelled to name Rachel Green (Jennifer Aniston's portrait of a hairstyle on Friends) as #6, they completely dropped the ball by omitting Vanessa Lutz, the foul-mouthed, quick-tempered, violent, white trash spawn of a crack whore mother who was channeled brilliantly by Reese Witherspoon in the cult classic Freeway (1996).

Today, I will remedy that sinful omission by singing her praises.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

"Fuck you, you piece of shit."

Where to begin? Vanessa Lutz, not wanting to end up a ward of the state again after her mother and molesting step-dad are arrested for solicitation and drug possession, hits the I-5 freeway-- towards her Grandmother's trailer park in Northern California. But, unfortunately, her car breaks down.

Further adding to her misfortune, she is picked up by an Orange County serial killer named Bob Wolverton (Keifer Sutherland). Bob gains Vanessa's trust through a series of increasingly personal questions that touch upon the abuse she suffered at the hands of her stepfather.

"I guess I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone in my whole life, Bob."

There is one big obvious way that this modern-day take on Little Red Riding Hood could have gone from this point forward. Vanessa would be victimized, barely escaping with her life through much of Act 2, until finally finding the inner strength she needs to kill Big, Bad Bob Wolverton in the Act 3 confrontation.

But this is NOT that movie ... and this is most definitely NOT the Reese Witherspoon you may know and love from Legally Blonde and Sweet Home Alabama.

You see, Miss Vanessa Lutz is no victim. She may be a traumatized and trusting child, but once her street smarts kick in and she sniffs out Bob as the wolf that he is, she turns the tables.

"You wanna get shot a whole bunch of times? Now do like I tell you, dumbass!"

Against all odds (and fully against audience expectations), Vanessa remains fully in control of her fate from the moment she turns the tables on Wolverton right up until the final confrontation at Grandma's house.

Vanessa Lutz, as written by Matthew Bright and as played by Witherspoon, is hilarious, heartbreaking, and more than a little scary. She flips between child-like vulnerability and cold, calculated violence in an instant. She lies, cheats, steals, and is responsible for the death of at least one person who didn't seem to deserve it, yet you still want her to win. She may be more "Hood" than "Little Red Riding", but you can't help but cheer her on as she makes her way through a series of situations that would make most grown men crumble.

By the time Vanessa is done with Mr. Wolverton, he's pooping in a bag, impotent and looking like this:

And we aren't even halfway through the movie, yet.

Freeway takes the "girl in peril" archetype, flips it over and body slams it. Vanessa Lutz has no reason for optimism in her situation, but she never collapses into self-doubt or self pity. She is a crafty survivor who is used to having the odds stacked against her and drawing on her seemingly infinite will to see her through.

But why does this girl who has nothing going for her find the relentless drive to survive and triumph over her tormentor? What is the reason for her ability to overcome every obstacle -- both physical and psychological -- that is thrown her way?

As Vanessa Lutz herself says:

"Because I'm pissed off and the whole world owes me."

Hell yes, Vanessa, the world does owe you. And EW owes you big time. You are one of the most original, funny, brutal, and (yes) loveable misfit protagonists of the last 20 years. You are the reason that I can forgive Reese Witherspoon for the string of less interesting roles she has tackled since (with the notable exception of Tracy Flick in Election).

The world owes you ... but, unfortunately, you will have to settle for this mere blogger shout-out.

(Just for the record, after seeing this movie, I had what I still believe to be the brilliant idea of casting Reese Witherspoon as the grown-up version of Newt in Alien 3 ... not that anyone ever asked me .... because if they did ... that's what I would have told them ... but instead they went and killed off Newt in the opening credits ... which still bugs me ... Reese would have rocked it...)