And yes, that Tales from the Crypt with Joan Collins. You know, my limited encounters with Joan Collins stem from Dynasty where she was shoulder-padded to high heaven and totally eightiesed-out (yes, that's a word)- call me naive, but I had no idea that her reputation as a fox was actually rooted in reality. She was totally '70s-a-licious, and her outfit is effing rad. You know, I guess Alanis Morrisette was right...one lives, one learns.
But I digress! Miz Collins (if you're nasty) is Joanne Clayton, one of a group of tourists partaking in the wonders of some catacombs. My first thought upon realizing that people were indeed touring catacombs was "Hmm. That's sort of weird and morbid!"...my second thought, however, was "Omigod I would so totally do that!" What that says about me, I have no clue. A small group of peeps ends up sealed in a tomb with some weird dude in a robe who gets them all to sit and listen as he tells the future for each of them...meet...The Cryptkeeper (Sir Ralph Richardson)!
Nope, he's not a dessicated corpse...depending on how you look at it, this is either a disappointment or...err, not a disappointment. I was just thankful, as I said earlier, that he didn't have that annoying voice. Sorry, Cryptkeeper lovers, but it always got on my nerves. There, I said it. At any rate, it's time for the first story...AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
The aforementioned Joanne Clayton (Joan Collins) gives her darling hubby a fatal conk on the head for Christmas. Isn't that nice? But look, she killed him for a reason; his nice big fat insurance policy. It's not like she's crazy or anything.
But you know who is crazy? The escaped mental patient who's dressed up like Santa Claus...the guy who's right outside Joanne's house right this very second!
Ahhh! Whatever will happen in this Joan Collins vs Psychotic Santa Claus showdown...a showdown which is, incidentally, one the world has long been waiting for?I shall not tell! I will tell you, though, that And All Through the House is the one segment that I wished were longer. The tale, while it's clever and has a nice little twist, is little more than ten minutes. Had it been fleshed out a bit further, the tension would have been much greater and the payoff that much better. Still, though, Joan Collins vs Psychotic Santa Claus. Really, it's a win-win, wouldn't you say?
REFLECTION OF DEATH
Carl Maitland (Ian Hendry) kisses his wife and children goodbye before he embarks on a lengthy business trip. What his wife and children don't know, however, is that when Carl said "lengthy business trip" he really meant "a new life with his young mistress Susan (Angela Grant)". Tsk tsk, Carl...tsk tsk.
During their late-night drive to greener pastures, Susan and Carl end up in a big ol' car accident. The camera switches to first-person perspective as Carl wanders away from the fiery crash, and it seems that everyone Carl encounters is afraid of him. Is it his breath? Perhaps.
Or perhaps Carl died in the car accident and now he's a zombie. Take your pick.
Either way, it's chock full of awesome. Poor Carl. Not to be a looks-ist or anything, but who's going to befriend a grody zombie? No one, that's who. Let that be a lesson to everyone: that's what happens when you cheat!POETIC JUSTICE
Peter Cushing (yay) is Arthur Grimsdyke, a kindly old widower who fixes up broken, discarded toys for the neighborhood children. Naturally, most of the adults in the neighborhood can't stand him- particularly James (Robin Phillip), who really, seriously has a hate-on for poor Arthur. In the span of a few weeks, James has all of Arthur's beloved dogs taken away, gets Arthur fired, turns all the parents in the neighborhood against him so the children can't visit him anymore, and sends him a stack of nasty valentine's cards, full of eeeevil and hurtful poetry. Sadly, Arthur is driven to suicide...but this being Tales from the Crypt, we know that this isn't the last we'll see of Mr Grimsdyke!
Dude...it's Peter Cushing as a zombie. Does it get any better than that? I'd have to say no...no, it doesn't. Call me greedy, but in the end I wanted more Zombie Grimsdyke action- I wanted him revengenin' against the whole town! Oh well...maybe I'll write some Zombie Grimsdyke fanfiction. I'll somehow cross it with Star Trek or Harry Potter!WISH YOU WERE HERE
...or, the obligatory Monkey's Paw segment.
Ralph Jason (Richard Greene) is deeply in debt and must sell off all of his collectible crap, lest he lose his house. He and his wife Enid (Barbara Murray) discover that one piece of his collectible crap, a statue of a Chinese dude, seems to have the power to grant wishes. Ralph and Enid are no fools, however, for they've read WW Jacobs's The Monkey's Paw! What Wish You Were Here proves, though, is that no matter how careful you are regarding what you wish for, you'll still get screwed over in the end.
This segment was short, sweet, and a little gory. It kept me guessing as to how each wish would come back to bite the Jasons in the ass, and the payoff was good. Oh, and there was this guy riding a motorcycle- I couldn't tell if he was actually supposed to be a skull, or simply wearling a weird skull mask. No matter- either way is kickass!
I'd like to get one of those for when I'm tooling around on my Vespa. Step one, of course, is actually getting a Vespa.BLIND ALLEYS
Finally, a story I remember reading in the EC Comics! Not that that has any bearing on anything beyond me saying "Hey, I remember reading this one!", but you know, it's the little things in life.
Major William Rogers (Nigel Patrick) is, for reasons unknown, made administrator of a home for old blind men. Before you can say "Hey! That's really mean!", Rogers is scrimping on the food and the heat for the men whilst he and his dog live like kings. The men complain, but Rogers continues on cutting rations and the such due to the "budget". What a load!
When one of the men dies, the rest of the blindies get their revenge on the Major. They lock him and his dog into separate rooms in the basement and spend the next few days building...something. Eventually they release the Major and he finds out that the blind men aren't handicapped- they're handiCANS, as they've managed to build a gauntlet he must traverse to escape the basement.
Did I mention that the gauntlet is deadly, full of narrow razor-lined passages and the Major's own very hungry doggie? Well, it is.
Take that, Major, you stingy arrogant jerk!MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CRYPT FROM WHENCE THESE TALES CAME...
The Cryptkeeper informs everyone that he's not foretelling the future of all of these travellers- he's telling them the past...or something. Not that any of them have actually carried out any of these evil deeds, but they're all being punished anyway, I guess because they were intending to do all these evil deeds? Eh, it's a little vague and nonsensical. What matters is that they've all become superimposed in the flames of Hell! Yay!
Now, we all know that I tend to be quite lenient on anthology flicks because I do love them so. Tales From the Crypt, however, really is a superlative anthology flick, no lie! The stories aren't too long or dull- if anything, I would have liked a few of them to be longer. This is perhaps the first anthology flick I've seen where there isn't a stinker in the bunch. Wow! There's zombie action, revenge action, and psychotic Santa Claus action. And there's Joan Collins's outfit! What more do you need?
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