On rare occasions, a piece of art will speak to me. It doesn't happen often, but when I do come across one of these works of blinding brilliance, it lifts me out of my prosaic existence, slaps me around a little bit, and ultimately changes the way I see the world. It's a rare event, but it's just these happenings that have made me the person I am today. Last night, I had one of these experiences. It was a foreign film that I hadn't heard anything about, so I didn't go in with high expectations. By the time I left, though, I felt as it life had cheated me in giving me 23 years without this movie. It was called Erotic Ghost Story, it only cost a dollar to see at the Drafthouse, and it was awesome.
I don't want to ruin it for anyone, so I will just say that when the Chinese people put the word erotic into a movie title, they mean it. Goodness gracious, I have watched my share of late-night HBO and I still couldn't believe this movie. I think the producers found an 8 year old boy and asked him what the best movie ever would be. His response: "In every single moment of the movie, there should either be a naked lady or a werewolf. EVERY SINGLE MOMENT!" Kudos to them for setting the bar high and then clearing it with regards to that standard.
Of course, there was too much plot for just one movie, so there have been several sequels. I am not one to break my word, so believe me when I say that I will not rest until I have viewed the entire Erotic Ghost Story saga. If I can't find them here in Austin, then someone better set up a cot for me in Shanghai, because I'm headed to China. And if I can't them in China, then I'm just going to round up the cast and make them do the movies from memory. Please don't make me resort to this.
Message to all Austin HEBs: could you guys make it a little harder to find the boxed Delicato? Yes, it is a treasure and definitely worthy of being hidden from the heathens, but not from me.
Posted by Cody at May 25, 2004 6:16 PM