Tod Browning's FREAKS (1932) on DVD. Though the victim of studio interference it's amazing even the butchered-and-censored version we still have was even allowed to make it past a very conservative Hollywood studio system (even in the pre-Hayes code era). Forget clowns, B&W images of physically-impaired and/or odd-looking people interacting with unlikable characters (can a movie be darker than 'noir' before the term even came to prominence?) make "Freaks" the type of disturbing spectacle that gets you at a gut level few movies today even attempt to go to. Between this and the original "Dracula" (a very atmospheric but dry movie that's carried by an iconic Bela Lugosi performance, IMO) Tod Browning had the then-nascent horror genre covered, figuratively, from A to Z.
THE LAST RUN (1971) in 35mm at NYC's Anthology Film Archive for the first time. A retired-in-the-Mediterranean getaway driver (George C. Scott) is asked to come back for one more dangerous job sneaking a crook (Tony Musante, appropriately dickish) and his girlfriend (Trish Van Devere, i.e. the much-younger-than-him woman Scott would marry as soon as he finalized his divorce from Colleen Dewhurst, who appears in the movie as a prostitute) across the border to France. Recalling 2011's "Driver" in attitude and clinical observation of the life of a man in a dangerous profession, "The Last Run" compensates for its rather-predictable story (what you expect to happen does happen when you expect it to happen) with workmanlike-direction by Richard Fleischer, a neat score by Jerry Goldsmith, great practical driving stunts on a car (1956 BMW 503 convertible) seldom seen in movies and decent actors treating their roles as more than a travelogue-for-hire vacation.
TERROR IN THE AISLES (1984) on Cinemax-HD for the first time. The opening of "Scream 2" makes a lot more sense to me now. Seeing Donald Pleaseance and Nancy Allen interact with a group of Z-grade actors pretending to be a crowd in a movie theater watching a horror movie (with whom Donald interacts as if they're Shakespearen thespians) is either horrible and/or amusing enough. But then this 'clip' movie (a short-lived nostalgia fad of the post-"That's Entertainment!" era before home video firmly took over) has the chutzpah to (a) mix movies like Abel Ferrara's "Ms. 45" with (b) non-scary movies like "Serpico" along (c) a ton of Universal-Paramount movie clips (including a generous heaping of context-less Hitchcock movie scenes and words from the man) that the producers then proceed to (d) butcher the scary/classic feelings by substituting some key music scores with generic music (it's amazing how much less scary "Halloween" scenes are without John Carpenter's score). The result is cheese atop of cheese dressed in the trappings of an attempt to pay homage to horror, when in fact "Terror in the Aisles" was the then-latest attempt to milk the fans for cash in exchange for very little work.
