"The Serpent and the Rainbow", 1988 (Mike)

"The Serpent and the Rainbow", 1988

Although the title sounds like a bad Aesop's Fable, the film wasn't
half bad. Takin' zombies back to their roots, Haiti. We're talking the
crazy voodoo mumblin', snake dancin', blood drinkin' Haiti that preys
so easily on White Fear (You know, like "Weekend at Bernie's II".)

This film continues my belief that Wes Craven loves two things: Dreams
and being mean to the penis. One only has to see the oh-so-wonderful
blowjob scene in "Last House on the Left" to see where Mr. Craven's
hate for the penis began. Now, with this movie, he started bullying
around that poor penis again. Poor penis. Poor, poor Bill Pullman penis.

The movie was a great, more realistic vision of zombification, except
for the whole Bill-Pullman-has-a-leopard-soul finale.

Watched while consuming: Pabst Blue Ribbon

*Bonus: On my continuing saga to catch up with all iconic films of the
80's, I also watched "Friday the 13th: Part 2".
Why? Because the library had a copy of it. Did I like it? No, it
sucked, but I now feel strangely compelled to finish out the series.
Wish me luck.

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