In memory of the passing of the great drive-in director, we re-publish Joe Bob’s review of the black leather-and-glopola classic, but first, a budgetary lesson
Editor’s note: This column was originally published on Feb. 9, 1987. A few things have changed since then. The national debt is a touch bigger.
How to balance the budget:
Right now we owe $2.2 trillion. That’s $2,200,000,000,000.00.
Right now we have forty bucks in the bank. That’s $40.
Fortunately for this great nation of ours, these are the EXACT SAME PROPORTIONS as Joe Bob Briggs’ checking account at the Farmer and Merchants Building and Loan in Grapevine, Texas. You’re wondering to yourself, “How do I do it?”
Easy. Just follow these simple steps.
- Figure out what you need. Like maybe you need 240 Phantom F-4E “Top Gun” Commie-killing attack planes. Let’s say they cost two million bucks each. That’s 480 mill.
- Add in an extra 20 mil for the ones we tear up in New Mexico because of the dorks we recruit for the Air Force.
- Ask yourself the question, “Is there another way?” Like maybe you DON’T need 240 Phantoms. Maybe you just need 200, and you can use the rest for a secret CIA goon squad in Nicaragua. Write down “Goon Squads?” and estimate the cost: let’s say it’s five mill. Look at how much we’ve already saved, just by being sneaky.
- Now turn the paper over. Write “Who can we gouge?” across the top. Don’t leave anything out: income taxes, excise taxes, corporation taxes, oil taxes, cigarette taxes. And then after you’ve made the whole list, go down to the very bottom and write: “Print up some more of them babies.” Put a check by “Print up some more of the babies.”
- Ask yourself the questions: “If we spent more money on education, wouldn’t that mean more citizens paying more taxes and making the country stronger?”
- Answer the question: “No.” Write next to the answer: $10 for education.
- Take out a separate sheet of paper now, and write across the top “Steal from the Japanese.” This is where I want you to be the most imaginative. Do we put a $3,000 import tax on every Toyota? Maybe it doesn’t take something that drastic. How about a campaign to make fun of their clothes every time we see a group of Japanese tourists on the street? It’s a psychological thing. They’ll go back feeling insecure and humiliated. This category is limited only by your own imagination, because, always remember, NOBODY LIKES THESE GUYS.
- Finally, look at the Social Security system, and do you know what you’ll find out? Do you? All the money is going to OLD PEOPLE. There’s a much easier way. BUILD A GIANT NURSING HOME. Make em check in there whether they want to or not.
In other words, let’s start running this COUNTRY the same way we run our FAMILIES.
Speaking of chaining people to the wall, “From Beyond” is the greatest drive-in horror flick of the year, made by the same people that put out last year’s Drive-In Academy Award winner, “Re-Animator,” and featuring the best slime glopola vomit effects since “Parasite in 3-D” in 1982.
What we got here is a couple of scientists that like to dress up in slick black leather, turn on a giant green tuning fork and wait for the vibes to ENLARGE a gland in the middle of their foreheads which is where you feel sex.
Too bad, though, cause as soon as you do that, these invisible snake fish start eating your face, and if you leave the tuning fork on long enough, Protoplasm Man jumps out of a closet and bites off your head like a gingerbread man. All this stuff happens BEFORE THE TITLE OF THE MOVIE COMES ON.
The rest of the flick is about how Jeffrey Combs, the scientist who doesn’t get his head bit off, and Barbara Crampton, the bimbo from “Re-Animator,” and a pro football player named Bubba all go back to the haunted condo and turn the giant tuning fork on again “to recreate the experiment” to cure all the schizophrenia in the world.
Pretty soon we got snake fish, insect heads, protoglopola slime monsters and a whole lot of green syrup oozin out of body parts.
But here’s the good part. Once you turn this machine on, you can’t RESIST it. You LOVE it. All you wanna do is dress up in spiked heels and pinch your gills. In other words, we got Pervert Fu.
Four breasts. Six dead bodies. Twelve gallons blood. Head-eating. Snake-fish attacks. Brain-eating. Eyeball-sucking. Stump-licking. Excellent giant-linguini effects. An 87 on the Vomit Meter. Gratuitous iron-bar-and-shackle Romper Room. Bee Fu. Protoplasm Fu. Snake in the Middle of the Forehead Fu.
Drive-In Academy Award nominations for Ted Sorel, as the evil insect-head, blubber-body Dr. Pretorious, for sayin, “No! I want to see more than any man has ever seen!”; Jeffrey Combs, as the kid scientist who survives, for sayin, “The five senses just weren’t enough for him anymore”; Ken Foree, as Bubba Brownlee the bodyguard, for barfin on camera and sayin, “It’s changing us, Doc, all of us, and not for the better”; Barbara Crampton, as the crazed nympho shrink thrill-junkie, for sayin “This could be the first step in curing schizophrenia”; and Stuart Gordon, the director and new drive-in master, for ending the movie with the words “It ate him.” Four stars.
