And, ya know, I got into Movie Macabre right before my balls dropped and I didn't necessarily have that rabid sexual attraction that young men have to the slightest hint of skin, but I knew I wasn't just watching the show to see The Green Slime (and I think my mom knew it too). I loved Elvira for a number of reasons, one because she hosted the late-night horror-show, another because she was a woman hosting the late-night horror show, another because she was so all-in on her character that even though it was often (intentionally) groan-worthy, her unfaltering commitment to it made it almost even more fun, and finally her cleavage and sexuality. And the way that sexuality was mixed with horror has absolutely shaped me forever. I'm pretty sure a direct line can be drawn in my life from Elvira to my taste in so many types of movies and my penchant for eroticism in horror (Hammer didn't hurt in that regard either).
Yeah, I definitely didn't dislike Elvira, I only meant that I wasn't tuning in because of her. So if she'd been replaced by another host I'd still watch so long as there was a monster movie. (Unlike Morgus Presents
, for example. We'd record his show every week, but edit out the actual movie). One thing I noticed about the humor in this movie is that she wasn't always going for the obvious Addams Family-type joke. Example-- She inherits a house from a relative, a house that looks like the standard Hollywood haunted mansion, and she's disappointed because it's so ugly and filthy. The more cliche joke would've been that she preferred the dilapidated house. She sleeps in an Elvis T-shirt instead of a burial gown. Her pet poodle has a pink mohawk, and so on. She had her own thing going, is what I'm trying to say.
And now a word about her boobs. I mentioned that the film ends with a terrible music video. Well, during that segment the film basically stops for a giant screen-filling closeup of her chest as she does that stripper trick of twirling tassles. This lasts for an uncomfortably long time and has a cheap tacked-on feel, as if someone decided "let's give the people what they came for". It was a pretty disappointing way to end the film. (Maybe it's my fault for not finding boob stunts to be terribly erotic.) Peterson has a co-writing credit so I hope for her sake that it was her idea, because the idea that she was convinced to do it by someone else is pretty gross. I don't know what my point is here. Even with the many dirty jokes and double entendres throughout the film, this just stuck out as being really tacky and out of character for her and the movie.