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| San Francisco Examiner - April 22, 1979 |
I don't think it has ever been out of print.
Just the ramblings, observations, opinions, memories, and memorabilia of a Gen X Horror Geek.
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| San Francisco Examiner - April 22, 1979 |
I don't think it has ever been out of print.
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| Oakland Tribune - April 21, 1976 |
This might be my favorite one of the entire run, though. It is just a rock solid 'little movie' that works and is well worth seeking out.
"I didn't know Dino, but I knew Dino. I'd grown up knowing Italian men cut from the same mold - expressive, warm, clever old guys, with just a hint of scoundrel underneath. My kind of people."
Telling because, after inhaling his fast-paced and breezy narrated autobiography, I have zero doubt that quite a few people would describe the gleefully indefatigable and unstoppable Charles Band the same way.
Because while he presents himself as being warm, expressive, and clever, Band also glistens with the sometimes alluring, sometimes off-putting, snake oil sheen of a true huckster. One that is self-aware of his many and considerable faults, but also bubbles with an infectious and delightful energy about what he has done and, for both better and worse, accomplished.
Charles Band loves what he does and, truth be told, that he has managed to land on his feet, even with the occasional shirt losing or arrest warrant inducing obstacle, and keep making multiple movies year in and year out for decades. Well, that is an impressive feat in and of itself.
In the early 90s I took to describing Charles Band as "an amalgamation of Roger Corman, Stan Lee, and George Lucas." An instinctual observation proven true while reading this bright and breezy book. Band has the unapologetic exploitation film production mindset of Corman, the four-color and cartoonish imagination of Lee, and the merchandising instincts of Lucas.
What Band lacks in ability, be it artistic or financial, he more than compensates for with exuberant tenacity. Something this brisk and breezy 275 page read illustrates with gusto. To this day Charles Band seems incapable of slowing down or resting on the laurels of his b-movie legacy. Because there is always some new gimmick or concept to exploit and explore.
So I tip my hat, raise a glass, and fervently hope that the Puppetmaster's Full Moon Empire might lasts just a tad longer. While some may grumble and bemoan Band and his output. I think the entertainment world and film industry is brighter and more interesting place because his glorious and oddball output.
Read and enjoy these Confessions of a Puppetmaster.
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| San Francisco Examiner - April 20, 1984 |
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| Datalog: Approx. 0:1100 Hours, Day 2 |
This still image looks to be from the end of film, when the xenomporh is lured into the smelter. At least I think it was a smelter. They doused it with molten ore or metal in order to kill it, so I am guessing it was a smelter.
Wonder what the producers, or studio, thought when the very same thing was done to the dueling Terminators in Terminator 2: Judgment Day, which hit theaters and drive-ins the year or less before Alien 3 was slated to be released.
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| Oakland Tribune - April 17, 1980 |
But it all started here, with an attention grabbing snarl of dystopian angst.