Sly, Like a Demon's Eye

Sly, Like a Demon's Eye!

In honor of Halloween, as with most other holidays, we here at Mercy Missiles are commemorating the occasion by inventing an appropriately themed cocktail. The potent potable is inspired by the song Demon's Eye by perennial Halloween soundtrack contributors: Deep Purple! Just listen to that organ solo! (Can you imagine the kind of irreparable damage that would've been done to our space-time continuum had Jon Lord and Ray Manzerek formed a psychedelic dueling organ solo band?)

Anyway, here's the recipe:

• 1/2 can Diet Cherry 7-Up (with antioxidants!)
• 1 oz Bourbon
• a dash of orange bitters
• 1 maraschino cherry (the demon's eye!)
• a dash of Tabasco sauce (although I'm not completely sold on this yet...)
• 1 cherry gummi worm for garnish

Pour ingredients into chilled glass over ice, stir. I may also experiment with a little sweet vermouth, but I don't think Deep Purple would really want me to complicate things too much...

ACTUALLY, I DON’T HAVE ANY FRIENDS: The Wonderful and Baffling World of Wishmaster 2: Evil Never Dies.

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!

southtwelfth:

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.

Read the whole essay here!