Recently caught Steven King's Desperation, a fillum in which tourists lob into the desert town of Desperation only to be nabbed by a psychotic local sherrif. That sounds fine, doesn't it, but as with much of King's gear, it drifts away to a flaccid morality lesson. Ron Perlman is typically great as the sherrif - "So, you're an organ donor... is that wise?" Trust me; it's better on film. - but Desperation fades away to a quasi-religious wank-fest lecture involving mining, earth spirits, exploitation and retribution. Not so much different to a lot of King's material, I suppose; it's OK in moderation, or when it's better balanced like Salem's Lot, which is gold (even the Aussie mini-series is pretty good), but too often King sets up his stories brilliantly, only to have his endings fall on their mystic arses.
But it's not Desperation per se that I'm on about here - check it out if you've nothing better to do - it's low budget schlockers. You see, I'm well enough educated, know lots about lots of things, have a pretty tightly tuned bullshit detector, have seen many, many so-called better movies to make comparisons with, yet here I am in my forties, well into my harumpfage, and I'd rather watch the likes of Desperation than pretty much any of the noted fillums that regularly appear on Foxtel, which is where I watch my movies.
Tell me "I simply must see Sommersault", brandish anything even slightly worthy in my dial and, to quote Terry Wallace, "I'LL SPEW UP!"
Why do I prefer ostensibly stupid movies like Deadbirds, Wrong Turn, John Carpenter's Vampires, and The Hitcher to anything that might get a glowing review in the weekend glossies? Surely it can't be as simple as me being simple. I mean, I like your important movies, your big movies, your famous movies, your foreign worthies, too, but nowadays you can stick them while I settle into the classics: Shock Waves, Impulse (the little ripper with Tim Matheson, not the nonsense with the over-rated Theresa Russell) or 2001 Maniacs.