Monday, July 10, 2017
The Fly (1958) 1h 34m
I remember, as a kid, seeing parts of The Fly remake. Where Jeff Goldblum mutates and vomits on things and then puts a shotgun muzzle to his fly head while begging for death and looking gross. It's a far cry from his open shirt sexy lounging pose in Jurassic Park, or his weird alien acting in Earth Girls Are Easy. But we're not talking about him anymore. We're talking about the original with Vincent Price and some other people I might never care about.
If you're unfamiliar with it, The Fly is science gone wrong. We start with a woman running from a body with the head and arm crushed in some sort of machine press. She then calls Vincent Price (because who the fuck else would you call in this situation) to say she just murdered his brother/her husband. We're then told the story leading up to that moment.
Her husband creates some a form of matter transfer and while testing it on himself a fly is also in the chamber and they swap some DNA. The man becomes more fly-like, and the fly becomes more man-like. We don't see this happen, instead our experimenter keeps his head under cloth and his arm hidden in his coat. We eventually see the fly arm and then a reveal of the head where his wife somehow elicits the same scream of indiscriminate emotion over and over. As he loses his rational mind to the fly part of him, he begs her to help with his suicide. After he writes "love you" on a chalk board she seems to think that it's okay to then do this. It's just one of those weird moments where you see the character rationalize it in their head in that moment. It's awkward.
This movie has one of the most annoying kid actors I've ever seen in a film. He had to have been a stage-trained actor because everything he said was slow, loud, and over enunciated. He is also given a line in which he says "...you know how women are." You're fucking eight! You don't know how women are! How much tail has this kid been getting on the sly to be able to say that shit? You know how women are? They'll fuckin' send you to your room and ground you for talkin' shit like that.
Also the husband/brother tested the machine on the family cat and it didn't succeed. We just get cat meows from the air. The moment he even looked at that cat I instantly wrote this guy off and was waiting for his death. Fuck you fly man! You got what you deserved for fucking with that cat!
I give The Fly a solid 3 pictures of Vincent Price from the Simpsons out of 5:
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