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LINCOLN'S ENTERTAINMENT OASIS
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The Glassy Eye
Friday, 12:05 p.m. WTBSCh. 4.
"The Tingler, ” (1959) Vincent
Price. Directed by William Castle.
One of the great all time gimmick
horror movies! The Tingler is a big
centipede type creature that attaches
itself to the spines of people who are
frightened and pinches their nerves till
they expire. Vincent Price has "The
Tingler” in a little box but it escapes
and in a great scene, goes into a movie
theater and starts tinglin' folks. The
only way to escape the little bugger is
to scream, wherein the little worm will
promptly drop off.
For some reason Vincent Price goes
into his lab and fires up some LSD-25
(pretty heavy duty sensationalism for
1959!). Get cosmic as Vince starts to
feel purple and taste green.
Producer-Director William Castle was
a carnival type showman with an obses
sion for fun, gimmicky stuff like that.
In another of Castle’s classics, “House
on Haunted Hill,” (“filmed in EMER
GO!”) a skeleton was placed in movie
theaters to hover over the audience,
that is until America's young movie
patrons would topple it from it’s fishing
wire with jiyu fruits and popcorn boxes.
Castle’s gimmick for "The Tingler”
involved wiring theatre seats with mild
electronic shocks whenever the critter
appeared on screen. This caused several
problems: 1) elderly moviegoers ap
proached heart failure when they got
buzzed, and 2) as screenwriter Robb
White told John Wooley in Fangoria
#4.1: “Bill" (William Castle) came into
the studio and said, “Hey, write irie a
story about shaking the seats. We’ll put
little motors under the seats and at
certain points we’ll have ’em shake, y’
know have the seats shake.” So we did
that. And the kids came with screw
drivers and stole all the motors. We put
some little motors in a theater out in
the valley and “The Nun’s Story” was
running. It was closing on Sunday and
we were opening on Monday. Just at the
most tragic moment of “The Nun’s
Story,’’ the projectionists looked around
and said “What the f-k’s this little
button?" The place just came apart!
Though “The Tingler" may not be a
work of art (Castle did more serious
work in the ’40s) it’s a late night
classic, and who can slight a guy whose
approach to filmmaking in the '50s can
be summarized as “Hey I know a guy
that’s got a big mechanical worm. How
can we work that into a story?”
Saturday 10 a.m. WTBS Ch. 4.
‘‘The Winning Teatn," (1953)
Ronald Reagan.
President Reagan stars as baseball
great Grover Cleveland Alexander and
throws some good ole' Republican spit
balls.
Noon Ch. 28, The Movie Chan
nel.
"The Beast from 20,000 Fath
oms, ” (1953) Paula Raj/mond.
One of the first of the giant dinosaur
invasion flicks. The “rheasauros" is
revived by an atomic blast, tramples
some cities, and in a great scene is
killed on a roller coaster at Coney
Island. Special effects by stop action
animation wizard Ray Harryhausen
("Mighty Joe Young," "Jason and the
Argonauts,” "Seventh Voyage of Sin
bad”).
1 p.m. Ch. 17, USA network.
"The Monster Demolisher, ”
(1960-Mexico) German Robles.
By Dave Meile
At last Commander USA is showing
some of those coveted had Mexican
vampire movies. It’s pointless to talk
plot here, it’s more of an ambience, a
feeling, as it were.
A fine greedy American capitalist K.
Gordon Murray, would buy all these
very ’30s and '40s style Mexican horror
flicks, bring them to our fine country
and have a hunch of hacks dub them
into English. "The Monster Demolish
er,” is a touching story of a vampire
(the eighth cousin of Nostradamus?)
and his hideous hunchback assistant
(bad hygiene, tell tale Dick Nixon two
o'clock shadow) with a voice like
Chumley from "Tennessee Tuxedo.” If
you think, the voices dubbed in for
Japanese monster flicks are funny,
check out "The Monster Demolisher.”
When it’s a slow week for watching
stuff on the tube, by all means check
out some videos. When I can I'll mention
some stuff and where to find it. Let’s
stick close to campus for now.
Videos at The Nebraska Bookstore:
The selection is small but there’s some
nice stuff that’s a little out of the
ordinary. Definitely rent out "Brain
from Planet Arous.” Director Nathan
Juran’s hilarious '58 sci-fi cheapie where
John Agar is terrorized by a giant,
telepathic floating brain with eyes
called Gor. Also check out: “Horror at
Party Beach,” (1964), "The Flesh
Eaters,” (1964) and "Touch of Evil,"
(1958) a minor classic starring Orson
Welles, who also took over directing
chores from schlockmeister A1 Zug
smith. The videocassette version is
supposedly the entire film (some foot
age was missing for years) and when
run in television it is usually chopped
up pretty had.
Lincoln, the mecca of fountains,
provides late night water odyssey
By Kevin Cowan
Staff Reporter
The Broyhill fountain jets blow the
water into soothing darkness. Colored
lights bloom in the center. The water,
now past the point of maximum velocity
becomes diffused and returns to the
main body. The periphery is calm,
content to be recycled and blown out
through the jets once again. An average
fountain in Lincoln at equillibrium.
A sudden onslaught of bare feet
erupts the placid beast. Squeals of
delight, relief from the sultry heat, now
resound from the once quiet scenario.
The drunken culprits, bored with the
normalcy of Broyhill, splash and wade
then tire of the circular womb and head
for Centennial Mall.
You don’t have to take your clothes
off to have a good time, you don’t even
have to have a swimming suit. When
delicious darkness overtakes the wretch
ed, humid, sun wading in the fountains
of Lincoln can be a pleasure.
We dwell in a clean city, some
believe it's too clean. But the neurotic
spotlessness that causes the city coun
cil to spray the trees for birds and deny
skateboards and bicycles on the side
walks that line the busiest streets, is
also responsible for the grounds depart
ment that keeps the many fountains in
Lincoln reasonably clean.
On to Centennial Mall — the next in
our series of fountain raids.
Five, count'em, five fountains in an
eight block stretch. A hefty raid for
fountain pirates. If it's before midnight,
the square monsters should still be
blowing regurgitated water into the
clear night sky.
You can make a run through all five
in about 20 minutes or so, stopping to
play awhile in each. Simply ignore the
condescending looks shot your way by
couples, joined at the arm, who just got
out of a posh five-cpurse dinner at the
Renaissance Room. Many of those peo
ple don't understand the joys of cheap
entertainment.
You reach the last fountain. Your
clothes are now, of course, covered
with algae and water.
Out of the fountain, sloppy footprints
up to the Capitol steps. The next
fountain is but eight blocks away. In all
truth it sounds farther than it is. The
night wind and your wet clothes make
the short trek almost too er\joyable.
On 18th & E there is a well kept
secret — an oasis amid urbanity —
Hazel Abel Park. The tiny park is a
natural midpoint during fountain ad
ventures. A small, aged stone fountain
lies off center toward the swing set.
Cool grass and children’s toys await
your arrival. Wait — play in the park or
just sleep — until the night enerj, has
replenished itself. The last leg of the
raid is quite a distance, only for the
true hardcore fountain pirates. Your
anomalous caravan should head due
east on E Street
A church of grandoise proportions
marks the halfway point to your final
destination all downhill from there.
You’ll know your final raiding loca
tion from under the rows of trees that
line E Street — the Sunken Gardens on
27th Street.
A barage of fountain er\joyment, on
both sides, the pinnacle of the fountain
mecca. Two dark wading pools act as
guardians for the fountain nirvana — a
multi-level waterfall with an embedded
pool at the bottom. The water is crystal
clear.
The geometric monstrosity across
the street, donated by the Retired
Teacher Association, is also a popular
swimming hole for destitute urbanites.
Hoist the mainsail fountain pirates.
There’s loads of fun to be had in the
wading pools of downtown Lincoln. But
don’t forget how much of your taxes get
spent on parks and recreation. There’s
no need to litter.