ex cathedra: Maybe I'm still gay after all

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Maybe I'm still gay after all

Because I watched, again, with pleasure and much laughing, this immortal 1988 flick. Let's face it, Elvira is basically a female drag queen. Her nemesis in Falwell, Massachusetts (sounds dated already) is Chastity Pariah. Her love interest is shy (Aw, gee, Miss Elvira) handsome musclehunk Bob, who looks great in jeans.

Favorite line, when she's under the movie theatre marquee and a letter falls on her; Bob asks her sympathetically, "Gee, how's your head?" Her deadpan reply, "No complaints so far." Love that.

Anyway, she's a hoot, with hooters.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: There's that category of movies that are so bad they acquire a charm. By all standards, Army of Darkness is a bad movie, but I love it. Maybe Elvira's the female equivalent? Will have to give it a watch.

-Sean; 7:36 PM, April 19, 2013

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