The Marquis’ Intimate Diary

THURSDAY, 3 FEBRUARY, 2000, PHILADELPHIA
So my oldest friend in the world from high school, approximately 8 billion light years ago, proposed an interesting li’l activity to me late last year. Tom and I have been aficionados of weird and unlikely films since we met in 1984. Our mutual favourite unsung B-Movie epic is the trashy, poorly made, badly written and acted slasher flick, The House on Sorority Row. Though neither of us have seen this movie in some years, I do not doubt for a second that were we locked in a room together with this movie playing, we could sing along to the damn thing in its entirety, without flaw.

“Jeannie, where’s my hairbrush, I can’t find it anywhere!”

“No way, the by-laws say we can stay.”

“To my mother, who never let me forget I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Momma, you were wrong. It’s up m’nose!”

“That explains why she always closes the house before June Nine…teenth…”

“You’ve got to forget the past! Live with what you have, today!”
Etc., etc.

Anyway, Tom suggested we start a little project. The “Movie o’ Da Month” club. It goes like this: we assign each other some random film that the other has not likely seen, which must then be tracked down, rented, viewed, and reviewed online to prove compliance with the corporate structure of the game.

I have been assigned these films. You can go read my reviews if ya care by clicking on the links. Look for the review by le Marquis Déjà Dû. This diary entry will be updated each month.

Full list of commentaries that I wrote at www.imdb.com.