nothing is more divine than the sound of curley getting slapped in the face, bonked in the head, or poked in the eyes.

jim steinman FMV cutscene where opera singers get sent into the hollow earth torture chamber for their unforgivable transgressions. needed more spooky castle stuff and less 'sell your soul for rock 'n' roll' phantom of the paradise hokum, but it has a cool silly look and i like flying around underground dungeons.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hum

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skyquake

super fun and witty sleuth film that is a sterling example of why michael curtiz had perfected hollywood formalism in the 1930s: he gives this little episodic programmer a real visual palette, with elegant match cuts and plenty of fluid dissolves. william powell continues to be one of my favorite leading men in this era of film, his easygoing charm is half-artistocratic continentalism, half-american smartass, he is so enjoyable to watch! this is a minor masterpiece for those who can appreciate its efficacious pleasures, i had a fantastic time.

this movie is literally if you took a dictionary of 20s/30s slang and wrote a script where every other line had to include 'toots', 'dames', and other such colorful epithets.

when the pig speaks the most dialogue out of anyone in your martial arts film, you know you're in for a good ride.

"it was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing and slithering over the glistening floor, formless protoplasm able to mock and reflect all forms and organs and processes—viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells—rubbery fifteen-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile—slaves of suggestion, builders of cities—more and more sullen, more and more intelligent, more and more amphibious, more and more imitative—great god! what madness made even those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use such things...?"

the mutant woman who lives to terraform this planet into a new venusian garden -- opposing her is the logocentric science-detective, missing the human-shaped rock for the desert of the real. connie sproutz is the herald of a powerfully radiant order, we all walk blindly into her dream-time.