“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Death Drug (1978)
How had I missed this? Philip Michael Thomas, before becoming a household name with "Miami Vice," made this anti-PCP film, which may not have been released until 1986, when, trying to promote his singing career, a music video got spliced in for a VHS release. [That convoluted sentence fits the film.] A struggling musician gets PCP at a tennis court - conveniently hidden in the racket handle - and quickly becomes paranoid enough that he estranges his wife (Vernee Watson) and his band (The Gap Band) and then starts hallucinating snakes and spiders. He has a freak-out that leads to a tragic accident and everyone mourns the star that, if you were following the plot, he had not actually become. There were a few "Reefer Madness"-type films in the 1970's, mostly failures because they tried to be "hip," but this one manages to be over-the-top and completely serious at the same time.
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