I tell ya, it's deja vu for this old fart: an interminable, hopeless, unnecessary unprovoked foreign war failing on multiple fronts; the President heard and seen everywhere this week, trying to bully/squirm his way out of pending investigations and subpoenas; some fucking Hills Have Eyes movie opening on a Friday... oh, look! Thankfully, there's the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie opening, too.
It's just the '90s again!
There's still hope, then, between
Alas, though, there is the sad news that
Alas, Francis's directorial career careened into the toilet by the '70s with the likes of Trog! (to be released this summer by Warner Bros. on DVD in a "Camp Classics" collection -- sigh), Crazed (wherein Palance scraped belly to bottom, too, clowning for producer Herman Cohen in his crassest exploitation vehicle) and the ill-fated Tyburn Studios films for Freddie's son, the producer Kevin Francis. Still, I found moments to savor in these films, too, including the terminal portmanteau potpourri Tales That Witness Madness, with its amorous tree and cannibal Hawaiian cookout. I can't even call these guilty pleasures, though, as they were clearly nails in a coffin buried deeper than one cares to contemplate for long.
Thankfully, in my adult film-viewing life, Francis returned to the fore to grace David Lynch's The Elephant Man, Dune and The Straight Story with his most splendid cinematography work. I hoped for his return to directing, though, and found myself among the minority who found Francis's return to form via his realization of Dylan Thomas's long-unproduced script for The Doctor and the Devils a real pleasure; I caught it twice during its short theatrical run, and still love the film.
R.I.P., Freddie Francis. You brightened and inspired this youthful imagination, in its formative years, and you showed me what a ghost might really look like.