Showing posts with label Edie McClurg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edie McClurg. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2020

Review: 'Elvira: Mistress of the Dark' Blu-ray

It’s been less than a year since I last reviewed a Blu-ray edition of Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. I’m not sure what kind of loosey-goosey rights issues brought us to this place, but it is now time for another.

To recap, RLJ Entertainment’s Blu-ray of Elvira’s spooky, kooky film debut was generally underwhelming. According to 2019-me, the disc’s image is “soft and dull” and its colors are “muted.” “Extras are non-existent aside from a trailer.”

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Review: 'Elvira: Mistress of the Dark' Blu-ray


Someone should have given the Razzies a Razzie for nominating Elvira the “worst actress” of 1988 for her “acting” in Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. Firstly, Cassandra Peterson does no act in this film. She just delivers 90 minutes of her Elvira character and all of the sassy one-liners and double-entendres that come with it. Her performance requires no more acting than she was expected to bring to an episode of Elvira’s Movie Macabre.

Secondly, Elvira is awesome: as self-aware and self-possessed as Mae West, as quick-witted as Bugs Bunny, and as tough as Rosie the Riveter. Throughout Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, she dispenses with leering sexists, exposes the hypocrisy of conservative Little Town USA, and disperses her one liners with equal aplomb. Plus director and SNL-veteran James Signorelli does a fine job of playing Tim Burton-on-an-extremely-tight-budget and the script by Peterson and John “Jambi” Paragon piles on the one-liners so high that it’s fairly pointless to gripe about their quality. Also: Edie McClurg. If you don’t agree that Edie McClurg makes everything better, I don’t want to know you. Her performance during a scene in which a magic casserole transforms a church potluck into a Roman orgy is worth the price of admission alone.

Look, I’m not arguing that Elvira: Mistress of the Dark is the Citizen Kane of horror comedies, but I will argue that it’s the best Elvira: Mistress of the Dark it can be, and a much more agreeable shot of retro-eighties fun than Top Gun, Sixteen Candles, Red Dawn, and a dozen other poorly-aged artifacts wrapped up in one, great, walloping cheeseball.

I’ll also argue that it may be somewhat pointless to gripe about the quality of RLJ Entertainment’s new Blu-ray edition of Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. The image is on the soft and dull side with a palette that should pop like a bag of Skittles but looks a bit muted and grey; however, it’s very clean. Audio lacks range, hovering somewhere in the middle. Extras are non-existent aside from a trailer. Nevertheless, this is still a presentable and extremely affordable edition of a movie that is—I reiterate—not Citizen Kane. Diehards may hold out for a more luxurious edition, but this one will probably get the job done for most fans.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

366 Days at the Drive-In: Day 353


The Date: September 17

The Movie: Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)

What Is It?: The plot is about as insubstantial as Elvira’s wardrobe, but she keeps the movie rolling with her constant stream of Mae West/Borscht Belt one-liners and director James Signorelli does a pretty good Tim-Burton-on-a-tight-budget routine. Sure, the movie stifles once it gets to its one-millionth boob joke and the stupid pseudo-apocalyptic battle at the end, but most of Elvira: Mistress of the Dark is really entertaining. The church cook-out-turned-orgy scene really gives Edie McClurg a chance to shine.

Why Today?: On this day in 1951, Cassandra Peterson is born.
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