Anyway, yeah, horror in '85. Some good movies, and a turn toward black comedy. Notable, perhaps. Perhaps not. I guess that's a decision you'll have to make for yourself, consequences be damned. Not unlike opting to pull up some nylon pants.
Return of the Living Dead
This film completely cordoned off a piece of my heart reserved forever and always for Linnea Quigley.
Re-AnimatorGordon + Lovecraft + Combs + Crampton are mid-80s Fab Four as far as I'm concerned.
SAKES ALIVE. Why oh why can't I zip around the universe all nude-like, shooting lasers out of my eyes? It's all I want in the world!
Three things always spring to mind when I think of Fright Night: 1) Amanda Bearse's magically-lengthening vampire hair; 2) "Oh, you're so cool, Brewster!"; 3) Chris Sarandon's off-white cable-knit sweater.
I've never seen The Stuff. There, I said it.
This movie makes no sense and it's wicked gross. I fucking love it.
Day of the Dead
Oft-maligned, but I've always dug Day of the Dead. Maybe because it was the first Romero zombie pic I was allowed to see...saw it at the drive-in. Brain chaos ensued. "Yes, sir...fuck you, sir!"
The Company of Wolves
Saw this once upon a time- and when I say "a time", I mean "a horror movie sleepover pizza party time"...meaning, I thought it stunk. Undoubtedly, I need to revisit it.
So...1985. Whatchoo tink?