Readers, we've been experiencing some technical difficulties here at MM lately (the kind of "technical difficulties" that leave us huddled in a weeping mass in front of our lifeless husk of a computer, bemoaning our tragic lack of data backups...), and while I know such lame excuses doesn't make up for the kind of value-added entertainment you've come to expect from us, I hope this reblog from my pal Andy over at South Twelfth will do the trick. He has written a very excellent essay on one of my very favorite guilty pleasures: Wishmaster 2: Evil Never Dies. In the spirit of Halloween--and to celebrate my return to the warm embrace of the internet--I was going to write my own homage to one of the most wonderful ineptly made horror movies ever sent directly to cable, but honestly, there's nothing I can really add to what Andy so eloquently captures here. I wish all of you a happy Halloween!
For Halloween Week at Filmosophy, a wildly unreasonable short essay on one of my favorite movies of all time.
There are a lot of trashy made-for-cable horror flicks out there, but there is only one where a socially awkward Persian genie kills Tiny Lister in a mystical prison dance-off and then possesses his body in order to bust his secret Russian boyfriend out of Los Angeles County Jail. That flick, ladies and gentlemen, is Wishmaster 2.
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