Yes to YAZ! - MOTHER’S DAY (1980)

Jackie, Abbey, and Trina met at college ten years ago and are still best friends. They call themselves the Rat Pack and have always had each other’s back, and even now after all these years they make sure to get together for their yearly weekend getaway.

Jackie is successful with a nice job, a nice apartment, a nice car, but she is not perfect as she lets her newest boyfriend take advantage of her (he is a freeloader with no job, who does drugs, steals money from her, doesn’t treat her right, complains about the rough “artist” life, blah, blah, blah), you see, Jackie has a blind spot when it comes to men and usually picks the wrong one.

Abbey’s role at the moment is primarily that of a caregiver to her verbally abusive mother who proclaims over and over again, “I’m a sick woman! I’m a sick woman!” — poor, dear, sweet Abbey confesses to the girls that sometimes she feels their yearly Rat Pack getaways are the only thing holding her together.

Trina’s life is arguably the one with the most comfort and pleasure and excess and fun, and she is actually the only one voicing her opinion about the Rat Pack’s adventures getting old.

This year’s trip took place in the woods by the lake and it proved to be a very unlucky coincidence as the area was home to brothers Ike and Addley, a pair of murderous degenerates living with their mom in a run down house. Mother was the matriarch of the family and even though she looked small and frail, she was a master manipulator and used people’s underestimation to her own advantage. Welcome to Mother’s Day (1980).

Oh, hi there, it’s me, Marath! Thank you so much for joining me here today in another installment of yes to YAZ! where I quickly list five reasons why I personally enjoy and appreciate horror movies. Mother’s Day is such a beautiful piece of 80’s horror cinema and I would be amiss if I didn’t share my love for it over here, my horror home, so, without further ado, let’s jump in!

Reason No. 5. You cannot judge a book by its cover: Mother might look tiny, weak, and innocent but she will very much trick you so her sons can capture you, attack you, rape you, and kill you. Real talk? It was actually quite refreshing seeing an average-looking older woman being the main bad guy. I stan.

Reason No. 4. Women have full lives: The three Rat Pack friends were smart, caring, fun, tough, and loyal. They were not perfect by any means, but when the shit hit the fan they rose to the occasion and not only did they persevere (RIP Jackie) but also took revenge upon the perverted family.

Reason No. 3. You cannot judge a book by its cover, unless you are judging brothers Ike and Addley: Listen, I am not going to sugarcoat it, but what you see is what you get with those two jerks, like, oh my god, I can’t even with them but at the same time I cannot look away either! They are like an annoying pain that doesn’t go away but that also gives you pleasure when you touch it so you keep touching it, yes, you know what I am talking about, when something hurts reeeeeal good… it’s gross but alluring, a mess but free, such an addictive repulsion!

Reason No. 2. Queenie: She was Mother’s animalistic sister who was banished to the wilderness, although we heard very little about her, we knew it would be iconic when we finally got to see her so the anticipation was thrilling! Granted, Mother was terrified of her, and even though her sons did not believe her when she said she had seen Queenie—they were told by grandma she had died, and even had her ear as proof—we, as the audience, were rooting for this so-called Queenie person to come kick Mother’s butt.

Reason No. 1. Family first: I don’t know, man, but there is something so incredibly appealing to me about that kind of family… please don’t judge me, I beg you, but when you give me a dysfunctional family who is unaware of their evil ways, of all the things they do wrong, all paired with a total lack of disregard not only for others, but also for themselves? Dude, yes, yesss, YAZ!

In Love and Fear,

-Marath

© 2016-2022

Jerry’s Swan Song: STEPFATHER II (1989)

Let me begin by saying I regard myself as a good person, but oh my god, am I glad this woman is dead!

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Hi, hello there! How are you? How is everything? You good? Me? I cannot complain at all, this past month was super chill due to my making the conscious decision of not relying so much on technology and the internet. Was it a perfect experiment? No, it was not, but at least it was a nice wake-up call and got it out of my system. Mmmh, what else? I went to see Scream (1996) on the big screen and it was as amazing as any horror fan would have expected it. Mmmh, what else, what else? Next month I go to my first post-covid concert and I am ready for it, a little nervous too because it is a festival (Knotfest Los Angeles 2021) with thousands of people. Enough messing around, we are here for a reason so let’s talk horror movies, shall we?

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

A few posts ago I shared with you how much I enjoyed watching The Stepfather (1987) because it gave us insight into the reasoning behind the bad guy’s actions, well, needless to say I was both excited and afraid for part two because, yes, please give me more Jerry Blake, but also no, please do not ruin the perfection that was part one. My final verdict after watching Stepfather II: Make Room for Daddy (1989) was 3.5/10 as it had good intentions with expanding the tormented villain’s journey, but there were several instances where the story did not land in the realm of possibility so it took me out of the very real situation that was a middle-aged man trying to infiltrate himself into a broken home to fulfill a yearning for belonging to a loving [and picture-perfect] family.

Even though I would not recommend watching part two if you truly enjoyed part one, I decided to talk about it here with you because the movie still had a few cool things plus a new character—the nosy woman friend—whose well-deserved death was so satisfying to watch, like, it actually made me happy (!?) which was awesome in my opinion (I’m a good person, I swear).   

Part one ended with a defeated and badly wounded Jerry, with his plans of “ending” his relationship with the mother and daughter from Washington State foiled. Part two started with Jerry locked up in a mental institution for the criminally insane. As it was expected of him, he adapted quickly to his new role and surroundings, was the perfect inmate/patient, and gained the trust of his new psychiatrist which of course allowed him to get, no, scratch that, take what he wanted back… his freedom.

So he escapes out of the prison/hospital, kills when he needs anything of value, makes his way down to Southern California, changes his appearance, rents a home in an elegant neighborhood, decides to make a living as a family therapist (replicates his deceased doctor’s mannerisms), and overall moves on with his life.  

And since Jerry cannot be a happy Jerry without a partner, he does the whole video dating thing (gotta love the 80’s!) and the female options utterly disappoint him, nay, disgust him? What can I say, I myself felt bad for the ladies as they showed up, one by one, on the vhs tape because I could tell right away that none of them were Jerry material as they were all imperfect. Luckily for Jerry, the perfect woman was right there at his fingertips, living next door to him and attending his group therapy (did I say she was also the realtor who helped him lease the house, and who happened to be separated from her husband?), her name was Carol Grayland and did not stand a chance against his charm.

Beautiful and successful Carol Grayland had a young son, Todd Grayland, and he gave Jerry the opportunity to practice his all-American fatherly values and, quite honestly, I was there for it as it was nice seeing Jerry being the normal person we know and love.

Now, things would have stayed great with Jerry’s new bride-to-be & future stepson, and with his enviable home & new private practice (do I really need to use quotation marks on that last part?), had it not been for the nosy woman friend whose name is not important at this time. Needless to say, when Jerry identified her as a threat he got rid of her, however, it ended up being too late as she had already planted the seed of suspicion in Carol’s head. Everything was ruined. Sigh.

Also, one of the many things that annoyed me about her was that she was a disgrace to the U.S. Postal Service as she misused her privileges as a public servant (worked as a mail carrier) to go over Jerry’s mail and stick her nose where it didn’t belong. [Side note: The character must have reminded me of someone in my real life because she really did upset me, so I guess the question from me to me is, who do I know who was equal parts nosy and negligent at her job and who had it in for me? Damn, this thought is going to keep me up all night.]

Anyway, let’s pretend that the nosy woman friend never existed and that our beloved Jerry actually ended up marrying Carol and lived happily ever after (I said let’s pretend, damn it!):

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In Love and Fear,

-Marath

© 2016-2021

you BEGOTTEN be kidding me

I made the mistake of watching BEGOTTEN (1989) last night, and even though I don’t really talk about movies I don’t like, today is the exception, so here I am, and so are you.

I was made aware of the existence of the film a while ago thanks to the below image which, if I’m being honest, should have been red flag number one (hyper-contrasted black and white poster, what’s up with that?), nevertheless, I thought it looked cool so I added the movie to my ever-growing to-watch list without even going to IMDb first to find out what the plot was all about, red flag number two (since when am I an adventurous viewer, do I even value my free time?).

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So last night happened. It was past midnight and I was not tired whatsoever, red flag number three (I am currently on vacation so my healthy sleep routine is out the window, why do I do this to myself?), thus, I decided to go to the kitchen to prepare a snack and watch something real quick before trying to go to bed… that something ‘real quick’ turned out to be BEGOTTEN as it only had a running time of 1 hour and 12 minutes. I ate a bite of my food and hit play and, unbeknownst to me, this would be my fourth and final mistake as my refreshment would go to waste (became nauseous almost immediately thanks to the opening scene), and my emotional state would take a turn for the worse (I was confused and disgusted but refused to quit watching because I needed to know what the damn thing was and how it ended!).

To be honest, I did not even last five minutes before I became so upset that I decided the only thing that would help me cope with the torturous watching experience would be “documenting” what I was seeing and feeling, therefore, I opened Notepad and started typing away. Enter my stream of consciousness. [NOTE: If I were you, I would say bye right now and skip reading the below text as it is a hot mess and an overall headache to go thru; the only reason why I decided to include my thought “experiment” on this post was because it represented a first-time for me, never have I ever been forced, by my own will, to cope with watching a horror movie, this was a truly painful experience, a harmful one, and would not recommend it. My love for horror was used against me and I lost, here’s my story.]

Silence, please. The constant cricket chirping, human heartbeat, guttural noises, and nonstop sounds are torturous companions throughout this movie. There is no dialogue, only noises. This is too much for my psyche right now. So far, I do not recommend this movie to anyone going through an existential crisis, this is some heavy stuff.// The film is shot in super contrasted B&W film and is difficult to watch at times, and not only because by the time my brain made out what the hell the ‘black blob’ was, I was confused and disgusted by what I just witnessed, a terrifying person sitting on a chair, agonizing in pain, throwing up blood, slicing his skin, dying, emptying his bowels and dripping down his right leg (add thumping and flatulence sounds to the cricket chirping, human heartbeat combo).// When I am about to let my own body relax from the visual/auditory trauma I just witnessed, a woman reveals herself from behind the diseased man, this woman seems to be possessed, in a trance, dancing around the room, touching her breasts... little by little she gets closer to the diseased, kneels down and grabs his hard member and starts stroking it until ejaculate bursts all over her naked belly.// Is this a dream? A nightmare? What am I watching?// More chirping, more heartbeat, more haunting sounds, more blackness, more whiteness, more suffering.// Now we are dragging a body all across hills covered in rocks, the body is convulsing and a placenta-like bag gets expelled from his mouth. What is this? What am I watching? And why does it remind me of an old Marilyn Manson video? Cryptorchid? Okay, okay, focus.// Rain, I hear it now, too bad this comforting sound is accompanied by images of a body being beaten down, why are they hitting him? What am I missing? There are two bodies now, one male and one female, her vagina, his penis, they are hurting their genitals, poking at them, it looks like rape. Is it rape? *instinctively, I cross my legs* It was rape, and she is dead now.// Flies, I hear them now. Crickets, water, insects, I hear them all and I see several men wearing big hats and they are doing something, what is it? It is too damn dark and cannot make it out… I need to concentrate even more. It is torture, not so much what the men are doing (that is over now), but what the movie is doing to me. I cannot force myself to hit stop and call it quits, I need to know how this nightmare ends. But wait, what is the point of finding out how it ends? There is no apparent main character, or villain, or story, or logic to this film; everything is suffering or dying by their own will, or not, all in black and white with no dialogue.// The crickets are gone, but strangely enough, it is finally nighttime and my eyes can rest from the hard saturation and heavy B&W contrasts, now it is black against grey. I only hear the wind now, or is it the ocean? Where are we now?// Oh no, the heartbeat is back. No! The men with the big hats came back for the convulsing man and they are beating him again! Why can’t he die and stop suffering? They came back and so did the sound of flies… what are they doing? I don’t know, I don’t know, I can’t see! Are those bones?// Rain. I see it. I am relieved. I can relate to rain. I know rain. I want more rain.// Drain pipes, organs being shoved into drain pipes with a big wooden stick.// Flowers dying. Sunrise. Flowers growing.// The movie is finally ending. “God killing himself, Mother Earth, Son of Earth - Flesh on Bone”? Okay, so that’s what it all meant!? Thank you, closing credits, for revealing to me the meaning of this nightmare. I honestly had zero idea but I see it now, the terrifying man committing suicide was God, the dancing woman was Mother Earth, and the tortured guy was their Son, and the people with the big hats were… humanity or something or other?? Wowwwwww. The movie was not worth the trauma I just endured. (Never again.) I need a hug, aspirin, tea, and wholesome tv to cleanse my mind.

In Love and Fear,

-Marath

© 2016-2021