Ghoster Than Life

I must admit I have very few memories of that strange entry in the Bill Murray filmography. I saw that thing some 13 years ago, totally unaware of what is was. I just wanted to see it because of the director, Howard Franklin, and the fact i really enjoyed his Public Eye some years before. Sheeeessh. After seeing during the credits that Pen Densham was behind the screenplay, I began to frown. After understanding the D.O.A pitch ( I mean, a man with no career discovered that he inherited an elephant and learns that there's more to life than blahblahblahblahblah), I felt uncomfortable, being afraid of spending the following 100 minutes of suspended animation, disbelief or boredom. Strangely enough, I don't remember anything of that matter. I just don't remember anything. I mean, anything at all. Just that:

a/ it bombed

b/ it killed the Howard Franklin director's career (and Bill Murray's for some years)

c/ out of nowhere, I bought the soundtrack a few days after. I must have listened to it, but I just put it away and totally forgot about it. Poor Miles Goodman. It's only a few days ago that I re-discovered the CD and listened to it.

I still don't remember much of the movie itself (maybe being part of a short-lived -elephant-in-a-movie-craze along with the terrible Operation Dumbo Drop), but if the music aims at the obvious for creating an "musical elephant environment", it's still a very amiable soundtrack and fun to listen to.

Pit Reverse

I was quite flabberghosted when I discovered Roy Ward's Baker opus for the Quatermass serie. Far from the Black and White menace, Baker gave a colourful vision of fright and a taste of Hell. And thanks to the imaginarium of Dr Cary, the electronics sounds and itches seem to come from another world, like a glimpse of uncertainty, a sound of shivering horror, a lurking fear.

Another World? A real prelude to discovery, a vessel for maelstrom, a martian terror, an Apocalypse! a Finale!

And if you ever try to go south, please tread soflty, stranger. You might discover that the flesh is weak in a twist of sand.

The pits, really.