The Last Drive-In | Week 9 – Blood Harvest

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Joe Bob and Tiny Tim, The Eternal Troubadours

In Blood Harvest, Herbert Khaury gives a nuanced and indelible performance as a middle-aged man grappling with post-traumatic stress disorder following his parents’ brutal and untimely death. His nightmare intensifies as he struggles with even darker secrets that threaten the only home he’s ever known. Which will he choose: protecting his family or saving an innocent life?

Oh who are we kidding. Blood Harvest is a low-budget romp through the perils of foreclosure and unrequited love featuring Tiny Tim in his first and last film role as Marvelous Mervo – a delightfully deranged circus clown only slightly less disturbing than his sick fuck of a brother Gary, who never goes on a date without his trusty point-and-shoot camera, pantyhose mask and a bottle of chloroform. Gary’s love interest is Jill, whose only crime is Returning to Grafitti’ed Childhood Home While Female. In the film’s startling, pig-in-a-poke finale, Jill is saved by Tiny Tiny’s Wisconsin circus clown with a Staten Island accent in desperate need of some Crest White Strips. Cheap but never boring, Blood Harvest is uniquely disturbing and features one of the purest lines in all of 80s horrordom: “How about some meaningless sex?”

Speaking of twisted vestiges of the 60s…” – Joe Bob Briggs

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All art by T.J. Denton @TDenton_1138

In his third showing of Blood Harvest across his katydid career, Joe Bob goes gives us a cockroach-themed serenade and tells us what we already knew:  Never book him in a retro boutique hotel with performance art shower, charm-void alcoholic Starbucks, and a lounge where some guy named Ian serves stone mustard from Provence (a/k/a Some Fuck Place). A Red Roof Inn or the Sheraton will do just fine.

Along the way, things get meta. Watching Joe Bob watching Tim watching Joe Bob watching Tim was a Last Drive-In tearjerker, right up there with the Mutant Prom we didn’t yet know we were getting and the marathon Zacherle tribute we’ll never forget. In fact, Tim sounds a lot like Zacherle and everything Joe Bob loves in a performer – a one-man-band who lived most of his life on a crappy insert stage and always took the gig, no matter how much it paid.

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Now, let’s roll them totals…

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6 Dead Bodies | 14 Breasts | 4 Tiny Tim Musical Interludes with Vibrato | 7 Tiny Tim Soliloquies, with Screeching | 3 Tiny Tim Prayers, with Bizarre Non-Biblical References | 3 Chases | Hanging | Upside-Down Hanging | Baseball Bat to the Face | Multiple Throat Slitting | Dress Ripping | Gratuitous Slaughtered Pig | (Fast-Acting) Chloroform Fu | Foreclosure Fu | Effigy Fu | Paintfall Fu | Steam Fu | Itonia Salochek | Dean West | Tiny Tim Faux Fu: Peter Krause as Scott, doing his best James Spader impression | @BJ_Nagy’s never-realized Blood Harvest/Sleepaway Camp crossover franchise in which Mervo and Aunt Martha take their act on the road

Three Stars – Joe Bob says check it out

Because Blood Harvest featured a coupla drive-in firsts – two guests, Justin Martell and Bucks Burnett, with unique insight into Tiny Tim – this week’s Gratuitous Blog features a second helping of Drive-In Totals, because you never know when you’ll be asked to rattle off Tiny Tim’s stage names at your next cocktail party.

Larry Love the Singing Canary | Dary Dover | Sir Timothy Timms | Judas K. Foxglove | Vernon Castle | Emmett Swink

The Eternal Troubadour

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You know how you go to a concert and it makes a band your favorite? You might have felt that way after watching Blood Harvest. How many of us followed Tiny Tim’s career? Probably few. How many people really knew the man? Probably none. But how many who read this blog and watch The Last Drive-In are weird in some way? Probably all. Tiny Tim flew his freak flag – in public, for a living – until literally the day he died. Ignoring doctor’s orders following a heart attack Tim kept right on touring, collapsing on a Minneapolis stage in 1996 while performing Tiptoe Through the Tulips and heading to that Great Flea Circus In the Sky just a short time after. That deserves a drive-in send off. Close us out Eternal Troubadour, and hit the lights on the way out will ya?

“I was always athletic spiritually, not physically” – Tiny Tim

Weekly Mail:     Dave Kralik of San Diego

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Laura Beerman

Our Gratuitous Blogger is Laura Beerman. Her bio may be summarized in two words: Mama tried. Laura is a lifelong horror fan with a particular soft spot for Joe Bob and Dario Argento. She earned a graduate degree in Early American Literature from Austin Peay State University. She has written professionally for more than two decades, primarily in healthcare, and has been interviewed by The Wall Street Journal and other industry publications for her insights. Laura lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with her horticulturist husband, The Greenman, and her four cats. Her other musings are forthcoming in Diabolique Magazine.

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