Short declaration of happiness

Sometimes it really is a good idea to browse through records you haven't heard for some years. I had forgotten how happy Belle & Sebastian's The Boy with the Arab Strap can make me.

Even with not necessarily happy songs.

"Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bath time could take a while"

The Beast of Yucca Flats (1961)

Probably the greatest Ed Wood movie the master himself never perpetrated. Look, there's even Tor Johnson playing a Russian Rocket Scientist(!) who has a little run-in with an H-bomb and dirties his suit turns into a terrible, terrible monster! Tor-monster's killing spree is kept short by two psychotic cops who really mean "Shoot first, ask questions later" when they say it, wildly shooting at civilians. Because they are there, I suppose.
Producer-director-narrator Coleman Francis seems to have run out of money for post-dubbing of the dialogue, instead gifting us with some of the greatest moments in bad movie narration. Like this: "Once a brilliant scientist, now just fatty grease for the wheels of progress.".
The film has moments of really awe inspiring crappiness, best of all Tor's death scene, in which he gets shot by our maniac cops and cuddled by a rabbit.

Darling of the Day:
"Boys from the city, not yet caught up in the whirlwind of progress, feed soda pop to the thirsty pigs."


ETA: Oh, look what I found! http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4913900592490278110&q=beast+of+yucca+flats&total=38&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=2

Santo contra los zombies (1961)

Definitely the worst (okay, I'll rephrase: only boring) Santo movie I've seen so far. The plot about mind controlled robbers (the "zombies" of the title) is as inane as one could hope for, but... there's not enough goofiness or fun to keep the viewers awake and - worst of all - there isn't really a lot of El Santo outside the wrestling scenes.
It's like watching an old American serial without hero, villain and cliffhangers.

Aliens vs. Predator 2: Requiem

What begins as a decent, if stupid and much less stylish than it thinks it is, B movie, soon deteriorates into a bunch of stupid crap. To waste one of the most iconic monsters of film history (and guess what, I'm not talking about the Predator) in a movie that plays exactly like one of the worst Aliens rip offs is in itself inexcusable, but taking images and scenes from the original movies and crapping all over them like here, without a single idea about the reasons why they were effective in their original context, just boggles the mind.
Gives me a new appreciation for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake.

Darling of the Day:
"People are dying. We need guns."